The Last Ride Novel Novels & Stories

Ignoring my exhausted body, I quickly grabbed my suitcase and headed out. After all, the base shuttle was the only transportation out of this place. Luckily, I caught the final bus of the day. After boarding, I casually pulled out my work card and tapped it against the scanner. The machine immediately flashed an alert. 'Invalid card. Please scan again.' My heart skipped. I hurriedly tried a second time. Still invalid. The driver shot me an impatient look. "Are you leaving or not? If your card doesn't work, get off already. Stop holding everyone else up."

“I’m calling it a night, you two. Don’t cause any trouble. I’ll see you at the ballpark in the morning.” Liz finished off her cocktail and teasingly licked her lips. “Are you ready for your reward, Tate?” “Baby, I know you can feel just how ready I am. Let’s get out of here before I get us both arrested for public indecency.” The driver we hired for the ride home had no understanding of the word privacy and spent the entire time asking us questions. For an older man, he seemed to have quite a bit of knowledge about the gossip involving us. If any of my blood had been flowing to my actual brain, I might have been able to figure out whether he was digging for details on us to make a fast buck

Atlas reached out with a numb hand and clicked the radio off. The silence that followed was absolute, terrifying, and profound. The last fragile thread of hope that had sustained us through the nightmare of the Keep snapped in an instant. No armies were coming to save us. There was no safe territory waiting over the mountains. The entire world was burning, devoured by the same grotesque horror that had taken Sia, Timmy, and Marcus. Vanya sank onto a wooden stool, burying her face in her hands as silent, hopeless tears spilled through her eyes. Kenny stared at the black radio with wide, hollow eyes, his shoulders slumping under the weight of total despair.

Only then did I realize something was wrong. I wanted to talk to Peyton about it, but he refused to discuss it at all. When I argued with him over the phone, my mother-in-law, Samantha Royce, happened to overhear. Samantha had a quick temper. After learning about it, she immediately took a cab to the resort to catch him in the act. We left from different locations, but halfway there, an accident happened. Samantha's taxi collided with a large truck, and she died on the spot.

"He's an incredible writer. He let Pat read a couple of his short stories, and she gave them to me. They were real dark, but beautiful. One was about what goes on in the space between moments of time. It was called 'The Second Hand.' He had this character who suddenly begins to live between the moments, and finds that there is more going on there than in normal time." "Sounds interesting. What made the story dark?" "The guy was in the last hour of his life. But it took him a year to live it." "Did the guy know it was his last hour?" Ray hesitates. He must know Seymour is not well. "I don't know, Lara." He has not used my name before. "Call me Sita," I say, surprising myself. He raises an eye

“Jenna, please let me explain. Last night, I…” I did not slow down or look at him. I simply walked around him and headed for the bus stop nearby. Behind me, he kept calling my name in a panic. I ignored him. I got on the bus heading toward Willow Lane. The bus was nearly empty. I took out the torn recipe from my bag and turned it over. On the back, my mother had written an address before she died: The corner of Willow Lane, Rosie’s Pasta Kitchen. The bus swayed through two stops before I got off near Willow Lane. Following the address, I found an old pasta place. There was a paper sign taped to the glass door.

Taylor inquired. "It was after a strange guy bit me. Yesterday while I was returning from Sofia's house, I decided to give Cynthia a ride and on our way, I don't know how it happened and someone just Burst my glass with his bare hands and pulled Cynthia out. I tried to stop him and he bit me. The pain was terrifying. I woke up the next money and discovered the bite mark was gone" Lukas narrated and Taylor chuckled. "What the hell! I think we really need to get out of here, we need to make some enquiries." Taylor stated.

he whispered toward the entryway. Damien didn't answer his question. Instead, a single, chilling sentence pierced the closed door. "I know you're in there." A long, agonizing pause followed before Damien added, "Walk away now... or this becomes your last assignment." The lock clicked, but it wasn't Damien forcing his way in from the outside. The stranger inside had made his choice. Elena heard the sudden, desperate rush of his boots toward the back window. The glass shattered with a deafening crash, followed by the heavy thud of a body landing hard in the muddy alleyway below.

The ride back from the Wolfe Estate was unlike any other. The silence wasn't cold anymore; it was heavy, saturated with the scent of ozone and the invisible smoke of a bridge that had finally been burned. Adrian sat in the corner of the darkened Maybach, his head resting against the leather, staring out at the blurred trees.

Not of worlds. Not of stories. A map of people. Countless tiny lights filled its pages. Each light represented an Author somewhere across existence. One by one... those lights began disappearing. The First Reader whispered, "Someone is hunting the Authors." The little girl pointed toward the center of the map. One light burned brighter than all the others. Unlike the rest... it wasn't fading. It was growing. A single word slowly appeared beside it. ELIAS At that exact moment... the Last Editor's black pen shattered completely.