The Leaving Road Novel Novels & Stories

Just two people breathing the same air but drowning in different thoughts. My fingers trembled on my thighs. Luca’s hands were tight on the wheel. The road stretched in front of us for miles. At some point I looked outside and realized… we were leaving the city. Everything became quieter. Cleaner. Lonelier. “Where are we going?” I finally whispered. He didn’t look at me. Not once. “You’ll see.” His voice was calm… too calm. Like he had already made peace with something I didn’t know about. After another twenty minutes, the car slowed and turned onto a private road lined with tall trees. A massive metal gate opened on its own. No guards. No voices. Just a long driveway leading to a mansion I

"Where are you going?" I looked back and smiled softly at her. "I just don't want to stay here anymore." … It was late at night as I walked out of Sadler Manor. I didn't bid anyone goodbye nor turn back. The house lights remained on as they were. I had folded that pink wedding gown up and left it in my bedroom. It would be my parting gift to this family. Goodbye, everyone. Goodbye, my former naivete. … The sounds of church bells ringing echoed early next morning.

My words sent a shockwave through Derick and Jasmine, their faces a picture of pure horror. With a sly grin, I hit play on the recorder for all to hear. Jasmine's moans and Derick's breathy gasps were not the only things captured; their treacherous whispers filled the room. "Thanks for swapping the kids, darling. Our little one's destined to rule the roost now! "Lily's boy is your own blood. He's sick, and we're just leaving him to suffer. Doesn't that break your heart?"

The next morning, just before 7:00 AM, Heather woke up. She smiled as she saw the notification for her train departure and the package in transit. She had already packed everything she needed days ago, and the remaining items were only the essentials she would need for the coming days. Once everything was packed, Heather left the place she had once considered home, without looking back. - Meanwhile, Mitchell suddenly woke up in Bethany's bed, his chest tight with unease. His heart raced as the feeling of panic grew stronger. He glanced at the clock, then quickly got dressed.

He didn't even bother sparing me another glance, seemingly confident that I would return to his side. As the group of friends laughed and joked with each other, I spun on my heel and left. The instant I arrived back downstairs, I spotted my scooter tilted to one side, the back tire looking flat. Someone had punctured it. With much difficulty, I pushed my scooter along as I headed back to my dorm. The way I had to take was rather dark, with the occasional drunk stumbling by. Unease swirled through me, and I quickened my pace. Thankfully, I arrived at my dorm without any issues. The box of Zachary's gifts was still by the door.

Looking back now, it felt foolish. Wyatt pushed the documents toward me. "I'll send a lawyer's letter first. As for the original concepts in your wedding plan, if Ms. Lewis continues to use them, we can issue another letter at the same time." I paused. "How did you know?" "Her photography exhibition is quite large." He replied evenly. "The theme is called 'Though the Fog'." I opened my phone. Gabriella's social media had just been updated. She stood in front of a fog lamp, with the caption: 'Thank you for always leaving the light for me.'

After I left the manor, I couldn't get a cab, when a black Rolls-Royce suddenly screeched to a halt right in front of me, its tires screaming. The door opened, and Luca alighted, glowering as Lina followed behind her, her eyes tearful as if suffering some sort of terrible injustice. Well, that was quick—Eliza must have complained to him already. Still, I was a little relieved he didn't come to stop me from leaving, but to defend Lina's honor instead.

Vivian's mother didn't even like her daughter, much less her granddaughter. She refused to let Desiree attend school. Then, she even abandoned her in the countryside and left her to fend for herself. In contrast, Andy was an extremely diligent student. His grades were always among the highest in the class. Four years later, I came across a news report on TV. A man with the surname Larkin was shopping with his wife and daughter when a woman struck his head with a rock. Despite efforts to rescue him, he died shortly after. The incident was suspected to be a crime of passion.

] I sent Joanna photos of the blood I had vomited over the past three days, diagnoses from more than thirty doctors in other hospitals, and all the information I had found about Tara Wells. But Joanna only replied: [Be good. Do not use AI. Dr. Wells is an old friend of mine and does not know Adrian. I trust her, Mason. This is not the time to be jealous.] [I am not jealous. Everything I said is true. I also suspect Adrian has not forgotten anything at all. His innocence is all an act.] I did not believe Tara Wells alone had the courage or ability to harm me and then leave safely. If Joanna had not interfered, then it could only have been Adrian.

To Liam. It took nearly twenty minutes of rocking, shushing, and gentle bouncing before his cries finally subsided. His little body gradually relaxed against me as peace settled over the room once more. --- LILY After Leaving the Glass Penthouse The tires of the red Chevrolet Colorado crunched over the fallen leaves scattering the road through the Blackwood Institute staff quarters. Lily’s knuckles were white, her manicured nails digging into the leather of the steering wheel. Her gaze was locked on the asphalt ahead, but her mind was stuck elsewhere.