The Long Road Novel Novels & Stories

The future was bright, Oliver wished us all a life as happy as the one he was having with his adored Eva. His three letters were published together as a framed single-page feature in the student newspaper. That edition sold out in about two hours. We came to a crossroads high in the mountains. The trees had largely given way to a rocky, snow-bound plateau, the road itself had turned to a ribbon of compacted snow between two raised mounds, almost certainly the result of drain-digging. There were no skeleton buildings up here and no abandoned vehicles: just the rocks and the snow and the little twisted shrubs that pushed up through it here and there, jagged and indestructible.

"Katie!" A loud voice enter my system before I felt that I fall on the ground, but the ground is soft, my body fall also on a body. "N-Nicko?" I was slowly finding my self because of the noise that enter my system few minutes ago. "If you have problems solve it on your own. DO.NOT.MAKE.ME.A.CRIMINAL!" The man on the van said and left us on the street. "What's wrong, Katie?" He asked and helped me to stand up.

It was in the way Jade looked at him, in the way Ruan guarded his secrets, and in the way my own heart was starting to break for a man who lived by the code of the road. I stood up and walked back to the trailer, the sound of the Harley engines in the distance a constant reminder that we were never truly safe. The road was our only home, but as I lay down on that moth-eaten sofa, I knew that the road was starting to feel like a dead end. And Ruan Montague was the only one with the key to the way out.

The idea was a dangerous one, a spark of hope that could easily be crushed by the harsh reality of my existence. Today, after another day of school and another terse exchange with Mrs. Wyatt about something Zane had falsely accused me of doing, I walked the familiar path back to the quarter. The sun dipped lower, painting the sky in fiery hues, a stark contrast to the quiet ache in my chest. I was ten, and I was Cole Junior, the invisible boy of the Wyatt household. But somewhere, deep down, a tiny flame of defiance flickered. I might not know the truth now, but one day, I would. One day, I would find out why. And then, maybe then, I wouldn't be invisible anymore.

“I don’t think that can be called a road?” “Kid, anything you pass through to get to your destination is a road. Even if it is rooftops.” He explained with a proud look one only saw on scholars, the real ones. Wilson could only nod and then shook his head when he saw the proud look on old man Jenkins’ face. “You slept for two whole months!” Wilson choked on his saliva. “Two….two months??!! Wait, does that mean we spent about two and a half months on the road?”

Now I will just patch up some other book and read it while on the way. _______×_______ As it became darker and darker, soon it was going to be 9pm. She took up some books in her bag and was ready to leave for Noah's house. When, she came outside it was already raining. She saw to the front of the road a luxurious long black car was standing. Inside it , a driver was sitting or can say bodyguard too because the suit he wore was matching both looks. As Nella was staring at that car slowly the window of that car went down and the face of that person was now clearly visible. He gave a signal to Nella by his hand to come and sit in the car. By which Nella again became furious.

He hesitated. “Are you sure you’re okay to drive, on the major roads?” Tessa asked. “Trust me I know my way around here” he replied. Tessa placed her hands on the wheel, the familiar shape powerful under her fingers and whispered to herself. “I’ll be fine. I need to keep going.” Clarissa reached over and squeezed her hand. “We are going to be fine.” Denzel pulled onto the long, winding road that cut through low plains and sleeping villages. The headlights illuminated butterflies that darted across the asphalt, a fleeting spectacle in their flight. Tessa let her mind churn between gratitude and turmoil.

One girl clutched a rag doll, whispering to it: "Doctor will fix you." My throat tightened. Six years ago, I walked away from the lab that could have stopped this. Today, I walk back. Palm fronds whispered. Dust stirred, kissing the worn leather of my boots. The tarmac shimmered under 40°C—a heat meant to blister. Yet my skin only warmed. Gentle. Familiar. True. I am a daywalker. I always was. The humanity in my blood never faded. Sam stood silent by the sedan,“No devices past here.”

[Why don't you believe me? [Joanna, you have been lying to me all along.] [I do not want to love you anymore.] [I hate you.] But every message stayed gray. The pain reached a level I could no longer endure. I drank all the pain medication. The doctor had advised against it, but it hurt too much. It really hurt. Joanna, my heart really hurt. I vomited more and more blood, staining the message where Joanna had once promised to spend her life with me. Snow covered the whole world in cold white.

"That's true..but.." "The road that connected to the Imperial City is now closed for momentarily due to a fallen tree struck by lightning blocking the main road. Because of this natural disaster, a few injured citizens are now being treated at the nearby hospital. The meteorology department said the heavy rain and thunderstorms will stop in the morning. All citizens stuck on the traffic-jammed due to this incident are now advised to make a u-turn. And reschedule the journey once the tree is removed from the main road." Aurora and Ke MingQu look at the hanging television that just reports about an incident that happened to the road they were supposed to hit after this.