Ramblin Wreck Novels & Stories

🌸 Author’s Note – Thank You From the Bottom of My Heart 🌸 I woke up this morning to see that Wreck Me Quietly had been added to 12 readers' libraries overnight. Twelve. That might not sound like much to some people, but to me… it’s everything.

I crept down to welcome her in my arms. I see what it's like I see what it's like for day and night Never together 'Cause they see things in a different light Like us, but they never tried Like us She put a flower crown in my head and kissed my forehead gently. She smiled at me and whispered I love you before leaving. You and I We don't wanna be like them We can make it 'til the end Nothing can come between You and I Not even the Gods above Can separate the two of us (Two of us)

She wasn't so lucky about the truck. Bryce was always doing something to jeopardize their safety. Before this incident he had broke into a liquor store and tried to steal the ATM. He was shot at, but managed to get away. Now Rosalyn was stuck living in their travel trailer in someone's backyard trying to figure out what to do. She was a temp working as a dishwasher. She had applied at every supervisor position available, went to several interviews but nothing came from them. She started remembering again.

The gravel road running alongside the retired crane tracks didn’t feel like an escape path; it felt like the bottom of an abandoned quarry. The Volvo’s headlamps cut through the salt fog in two yellow, greasy blocks of light, illuminating the black iron columns of the shipping terminal as they slipped past the windows. The six-cylinder engine was running with a heavy, wet vibration that filled the cabin, a low-frequency rumble that sat right behind Elias’s ribs and wouldn't go down.

Not once had she looked in my direction, and the primal instinct inside of me was fed up with it. “If it’s the short bus, Neveah needs to ride with us,” Chase yelled out from the other side of our small semi-circle. I clutched my hands on my knees. Neveah rolled her eyes, and still avoided my gaze. “Let’s get moving, guys,” Wes gestured for everyone to exit. “We don’t have enough seats for everyone, so Rage you’ll have to ride with Neveah to Dallas.” Something hit the gym floor hard. “Oh, come on, Neveah,” Wes yelled her way. The water jug she’d picked up fell to the floor.

And the last page with anything written in it was in English “THE RISE OF DISASTER” “That somewhat looks like blood. I haven’t seen these blank pages before and I’m sure I’ve gone over it like a hundred times or so.” Everest inspected but Eva had zones out, unaware of the world around her. She stared at the like she was drawn to it, like it was calling her. “That is enough; you are scaring my friend.” Jayne said closingthe book up and placing it on the table. Shouldn’t an old relic like this be kept somewhere safe until the museum picks it up?”

A race? Win a race? I came last when I did a relay at my high school. Though I wouldn’t fault me; I was paired with turtles in a human form. “I bet a lot on this race. I still think it was stupid. But ego, frustration and desperation together can make you do stupid things. Don’t you think Jack?” I rubbed my sore wrists. “It’s James.” And yes, desperation makes people do stupid things. I was such a perfect example at the moment.

My whole being trembled violently as the pressure building within me promised to extinguish everything. Zayn Dawson What use was having a $750k yacht when it was somewhere at the bottom of the ocean? Whose bright idea was to have a 3 days boat cruise on my luxury yacht to celebrate my birthday? I tried to remember but everything was still fuzzy. The only thing that was sure to me was the shipwreck last night and how I had somehow miraculously found myself on this island. It looked deserted. Small waves washed shells and debris to the pale sand. Fuck! This was just what I needed. Another fucking disaster.

Her long black hair flows as she shakes her head, trying, but the blonde carcasses pull at her anyway. Her hair flows from side to side as she shakes her head, waving her friends off, trying to say no, but the blondes just pull at her, tugging, basically dragging her until all three move to the center of the dance floor. The black raven stands there, a beautiful bird whose wings got clipped. The two blonde vultures dance around her, trying to show how attractive they are to any prying eyes around them. They don’t realize that beside her, they are nothing but flecks of dirt discarded on the ground.

My own miserable personal life was one thing, but navigating Mr Haven’s criminal underworld was proving too much to handle. "You can’t eat,” Ramsay stated flatly. I raised an eyebrow. “Can I drink?” I countered, pulling out a vanilla milkshake I’d bought alongside the burger. “Yes, but not through a straw.” Nodding in appreciation, I tossed the straw aside and drank directly from the plastic rim. “McLaren isn’t here,” Ramsay observed, tapping his pen. “From our last briefing, I was under the impression Mr Haven required his presence at all of our meetings.”