Ridley Road Novels & Stories

Cole was slightly dazed as she followed Ellery out of the Royal Albert Hall and into the lingering warmth of the night. They wandered silently between the pale white mansions and red-brick towers of Kensington, letting the memory of the music linger. The next time Cole paid attention to her surroundings, they were on the Old Brompton Road. This area was the closest Kensington had to a commercial district, though it still exuded a posh atmosphere with its upscale flats, boutique stores selling extravagant items nobody would reasonably desire, high-end restaurants, unnecessarily large Pret A Manger branches, and, somewhere in the midst of it all, the pub where Private Eye was founded.

Inspector Eallric's 404 picked up pace as it raced down a sloped, remote alleyway which went on below a bridge that connected Brickfield Row and Dove Route together. The alley, Providence Passage, had congested waste bins - places of tourism for flies and maggots, nearly everywhere one's neck turned.

I said, turning back to Tyra. I wanted to trash the place, throw things, yell at everyone. I had to rationalize that it wouldn’t do any good. How the fuck could Ridge let her out like this? Did that asshole drive off the road? I swear, if I find out he had been drinking or anything like that … he’s one dead wolf.

Dirman, who used to be idealistic, had gradually turned into a pragmatist, being carried away by the currents of the camp that legalized various ways to achieve goals. The distance between Hotel Brown Palace and the Siupala University was not so far, about 3 km. When Dirman's car was less than 500 meters before the campus, the traffic was congested. Inevitably, Dirman's road was slightly hampered. The passing vehicles were running at less than 20 km/h. There was reconstruction for the water channel on the side of the road. There was seen the project officer who worked to repair the channel. There were also security officers trying to unravel the congestion so that traffic returned smoothly.

“The scene of the crime.” I hadn’t bothered asking why. Everything about him, his posture, his silence, the set of his jaw had made it clear that I didn’t have a choice. The temperature had dropped to just above freezing, and a thin mist had blurred the streetlights. Christmas decorations had blinked faintly in windows, plastic wreaths of holly hanging on front doors like cheerful lies. We had driven along Harrow Road before turning into Scrubs Lane. Less than half a mile later, the road had risen and dipped over Mitre Bridge, stretching across the Grand Union Canal and the Paddington rail lines. Ruiz had pulled over, cutting the engine without ceremony.

I ordered Thierry, and he answered yes. “Rylan” I called and got up from the couch. “Where is she right now? Locate her” I instructed Rylan. “On it” Rylan replied and quickly searched through. This is Road Dreew and it's known for snoring baggers because most of the owners of the house were all chased out.” Rylan explained and my shoulders dropped. Is there something I missed? “Is there something wrong?” Maddox asked, and Rylan's eyes searched through my face, looking for an answer.

I have to talk to dad regarding the car, allowance like I need it for something. Looking around the town, Rowena is really boring. On the route I am going I can see some bakeries, coffeehouses, restaurants, people running somewhere, I wonder if this town has an elite area, and where it is. I am standing in front of Rowena Highschool, my only goal today is not to kill anyone and just to stay as invisible as I can, see how things work, and step aside. I just want to finish this and see what the hell I am going to do with my life later. Entering the school I asked the guard where the principal's office was and started walking that way. The school does not look that bad, it looks poor but I gues

“We can’t use main roads. Freya would never believe we’d move someone as importnant as Alpha Celine along one of them, they’re too exposed.” She’s right, and the room murmurs in agreement. Victor steps up next, tapping his knuckle on the area between two ridgelines. “That leaves us with these two back roads. The eastern ridge road will be easier, wider, more manageable for the convoy. But the river road?” He pauses, meeting my eyes. “That one’s perfect for an ambush.” I nod my head, my gaze shifting towards the thinner line that snakes along the river. It’s dense there, trees, boulders, water. They could come at us from anywhere. It’s exactly where I’d plan an ambush if I were Crimsonclaw.

I ran towards the door and saw Adam’s assistant standing there, he said “ I am here to pick you up Miss Beatrix. I completely forgot about this, I said I am so so sorry. Give me 5 minutes and I will be ready. I took a light greenish dress out and slid into it as quickly as possible, for hair I had a messy pony and my white heels. I came out and sat in a Rolls Royce, for the first time. I saw a damn Rolls Royce in our town for the first time. It made me feel uncomfortable. I wanted to get out of it as soon as possible. It took me around an hour to reach our destination, I was getting worried to be honest as to where was he taking me so I sent my live location to Uncle Peter as I had informed

Chapter 115 RIDGE POV: Hazel We went the next morning. Just us, the way Nikolai had said. No investigators, no family, no calls unless something was urgent enough to justify breaking the agreement we had made at the dinner table without saying it out loud. The city was doing its Saturday morning thing when we drove through it, slower than weekdays, the streets having a different quality of purpose, and the ridge road took us up and out of the density of it into the part of the city that was not quite city anymore.