The Leaving Road Novel Novels & Stories

I leaned my forehead on the cool window of Leona's SUV as it drove along the winding roads from our remote village towards the bustling city a little over three hours away. My mom, in the front seat, excitedly chatted with the Beta girls, learning about their old pack and lives before coming to Stay's landing. I took a long swig of the coffee we had stopped for before leaving town, the spicy sweet liquid gliding down my throat and waking me up from the inside out.

Wandering аіmlеѕѕlу, wіth murdеr in hіѕ hеаrt, аnd рrеvеntеd frоm fіndіng оur Sanctuary, bу thе Sаnсtuаrу іtѕеlf. It wаѕ raining hеаvіlу bу thе time wе rеасhеd the main rоаd. Wе wеrе getting soaked. Our rаіn parkas burnеd uр wіth the truck. Clarette wаѕ ѕоbbіng, wоrrіеd about hеr ѕіѕtеr Rоѕе. Not knowing whеrе Rоѕе wаѕ, or іf ѕhе ѕаfе. Clarette was thinking the wоrѕt. Lаmеntіng that ѕhе might nоt еvеr ароlоgіzе оr make реасе wіth her sister.

I patted his toad-like face before passing through the revolving wickets. Coming out, I looked, first to the right and then to the left, pondering which direction to take. For long minutes, I stood there and looked down one road as far as I could see, sympathizing with Robert Frost. Finally, just as he did a century back, I took the other road, knowing very well that I wouldn’t be able to come back again to walk on the road I was leaving behind. I also knew that I would always be haunted by wrong turns and speculations about the road not taken. It was well past seven when I returned. The night was getting ready to swallow Kathmandu valley.

On the day Evan Carter was supposed to meet my adoptive parents, his phone was turned off all day. As my future husband, he had confidently promised me the night before that he would win my parents over. Yet even after the server had refilled our glasses for the sixth time, I still couldn’t reach him. A few hours later, I came across a post from Evan’s assistant, Maya Collins. In the photos, Evan was sitting on her family’s couch with bags of expensive gifts around him, keeping her parents company. The caption read: “My family has been pressuring me to get married nonstop. Thank you to my amazing boss for stepping in and pretending to be my boyfriend so I could get through this!” Evan

Chapter Eleven [Switching School] “It only takes 15 minutes before we turn left, but that will be the beginning of terrible struggles against all odds because the road to the left turn is not only narrow, rocky, and full of deep holes but when it rains becomes muddy, slippery, and water can sweep away. At last, this passenger vehicle has few passengers, and I can set properly inside of it while traveling because I know that the road from here to the crossing is completely cemented and all vehicles can travel smoothly. But this time, I'm confident that I'll sit inside, next to the back of the driver's seat, rather than near the door.”

She touched his cheek, her hand warm as sunlight. “I will — in every warmth you share.” Then she walked away, the golden prints of her footsteps fading behind her like music dissolving into silence. --- The Road Ahead Liora left the city before sunrise. The world awaited her — broken and beautiful, ready to remember. She followed the whisper of the Flow through valleys and storms, through love and loss, through life and death. Everywhere she went, light returned. The song that began with Lyra,

The kind you inherit. I left before the candles learned the shape of my shadow. The third time, I followed him out of duty. That was the lie I wrote on my hand and chose to believe until it smudged. He went south at noon, alone except for the car, low, black, a quiet animal that knew how to wait at curbs without sulking. The driver took the outer ring, then the broken road, then the dirt track where tire treads go to forget. They stopped at a house so plain it felt like it had lied to get past the city gate.

Caelan slept half-awake, arm tossed across a pillow. She wrote in slow movements: Clause Thirty-One is not about where roads go. It is about what people take with them when they leave. What they take with them when they go back. And the places we leave in between— She raised her head, listening. Rain had started again—soft, steady, familiar. —to remind one another that we have always walked together. She shut the book. And let the rain's sound carry it on.

"It's okay, baby, don't be afraid. Mamma's taking you home…" But the next second, more warm blood oozed out from between my legs and spilled onto the floor. Tears streamed down my face as I came to the realization that not every child had the chance to even be born into this world. Also, not all cries for help were always heard. Just as my consciousness began to fade, the roar of engines suddenly filled the air outside the manor. It wasn't just from one car, but from an entire convoy of black cars, tearing through the night, driving straight into the main estate.

Cassidy was later sentenced for inciting the actions that led to multiple deaths. When the skies finally cleared, the police recovered Jayden's body. To stop anyone else from trying to cross Deadman's Pass, most of the route was permanently sealed. Jayden's parents were gone. The police called me to claim his remains. I refused. Instead, I carried the baked ribs I'd made to my daughter's grave. "Maya, I made your favorite baked ribs. Have a drink with me."