Roman Highway Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

Roman slowed down the speed of the car as he saw a small crowd at a strip club on the way. His forehead wrinkled as he looked out the side window trying to get a glismp of what was going on. The brouhaha continue and do a nosey Roman started to drive the car in the pace of a snail. Roman was confused as to why there was such noise outside the night club especially by such an ungodly hour. The crowd was mostly men and very few women. They had formed a circle and everyone was concentrated at the space in the middle of the circle the crowd formed.

I asked and girls nodded. We got in our cars and left. I was driving my old one and as I was near the bridge which connected the orphanage I had to stop as I saw few cars stopping my way and in the centre of it was a black R8 Audi. I recognised the number plate. It's his car. We all pressed brakes. What does he wants now? I stopped and got out and signalled everyone else not to come out but still Helena didn't stop. We both went there and Romano got out and he was looking angry. What happened to him now?

She could hear her heart beat in her throat. He didn't seem to be listening, he just went on speed, trying to attain a shorter distance through their journey. Things seemed fine and they were soon out of the streets and linked to a free road after an hour. The road was an isolated one so Roman did not expect an old woman to be crossing the road in front of them. "Shit." Roman cussed, swerving to avoid her but at that speed, their car tires screeched and he fell through the woods.

She lowered her eyes. A brief, awkward silence followed before Dev decided to keep the conversation going. “Remember Rocky, the German Shepherd?” “Uh-huh.” “Well, he didn’t stay on much after dad passed away.” “Where’d he go?” “Um… he too... crossed that ‘bridge’ you were talking about?” He air-quoted. “Oh, that’s… so bad.” Was he being funny? “Yes, it is. I’m sure that he’s in a great place though.” “True,” she commented.

Cracked, oil-stained asphalt stretching endlessly in both directions—the highway. The highway. The same one from the nightmares. From the legends. From the whispers that had followed Riven since the first blood oath was sworn and the first ghost was born. Streetlights flickered overhead, buzzing weakly. No stars. No moon. Just darkness pressed low and heavy, like the sky itself was watching. Luca stood beside him, hand still locked in his. Solid. Real. “Do you feel that?” Luca asked quietly. Riven nodded. “Yeah. We’re not out. We’re… inside.”