The Last Ride Novel Novels & Stories

It’s my last link to Aiden. The paramedics tell me to hold on a little longer and I hear one of the nurses snap at Lilith telling her that now is not the time for this behavior. That’s the last thing I heard before my world went black.

And that is a story that will last forever. END OF BOOK

Inside, four souls who had crossed hell, blood, pain, escapes, and redemption finally found peace. It wasn’t the end of the story. It was the first page of a new chapter—written not with blood, but with free, deep, and entirely chosen love. The Last First Time. And it would be the best of all the times to come after.

Because disobedience meant death. And maybe worse. --- Far in the distance, the last of Kael’s convoy sped through the forest roads, tires grinding against wet gravel, engines humming like shadows fleeing the storm. Inside the Rolls-Royce Cullinan Black Badge, Kael sat in the passenger seat, the ancient tome resting on his lap. The Book of Damned. Bound in something no one dared identify. Etched with runes that seemed to slither under the eye. Heavy as if filled with the weight of every soul it condemned.

Fifty metres from where the two women talked about newspapers and sanctions, I sat in my Ferrari waiting for her Utmost Prosperity to ‘arrive. As I sat there enjoying the cool air from the car’s vents, my thoughts suddenly went to the mock prosper carried out by my invisible double. Although I wasn’t at the scene, I was able to hear the agonizing sounds of the underwater savages, as they were being slain, one after the other. “I wish I could send your late father to deal with that Deaconess for me…but that won’t be necessary since she poses no threat to us.” I didn’t move my head which now rested on the steering wheel. I simply listened to her Utmost Prosperity, who’d just appeared beside me

The final moment of the race was a contest between Lauren, Wanda, and another top rider. Lauren pushed herself to the front, her brows furrowed in fierce concentration. “She’s going to lose,” I whispered, smiling. Kendra looked puzzled. I knew every expression Lauren could make in every circumstance. She couldn’t hold on. No sooner had I spoken than Lauren faltered. Wanda crossed the line first, followed closely by the other rider. Lauren crashed heavily onto the ground, and the riders behind her surged forward, pushing her rank off the first page entirely.

The trench coat the stranger is wearing is dirty with splattered mud on it, I glance at his shoes seeing more mud as I frown, the driver starts the car persuading the journey. When I glance at the face of the stranger casually only to see his eyes shining golden in colour. I know who’s eyes shine gold and I know this stranger is no human but a beast who hunts in packs. My face turned pale in fear seeing a smirk plastering on his face. I know he knows who I am and he knows I figured out who he is. I gulp visibly not breaking the eye contact with him. “Let me go”, I tell him sternly to which he raises his eyebrows amused.

I also don't wanna get in trouble and get my name in any record before I leave this campus. Even inside the classroom the bullies still followed me, throwing crumbled paper on the back of my head, kicking my chair, would stick bubblegum on my table and so much more and the only thing I can do is ignore them. I sighed in relief when finally the class dismissed, I stood up and was about to keep my things when suddenly Jade snatched a notebook from my bag, my eyes widen when I saw Aria's diary. I'm the only person she trusts not to read her diary so she made me keep it because she fears her brother Jax finds out about her secrets.

I laugh and nod my head. We leave the pack house and he opens my door to his black Audi A6. He then gets into the driver side and after a quick drive we arrive at the restaurant. We walk inside and a nicely dressed hostess standing at a podium asks Noah for his name and guides us to our seats. This place is fancy.

The ninety-eighth time, she indulged him after he killed our child. The ninety-ninth time, she indulged him and helped him evade justice. Vivian Blake really had only one chance left. The exhaust dust pulled me back to reality. Caleb once said he could only sit in the passenger seat, and he only didn't get carsick when Vivian drove. "Then let's use one chance. You can take a cab anyway." Ever since I nodded that time, Vivian's car had become his private ride. She no longer needed to ask me even once.