The Longest Ride Novel Novels & Stories

Clearly, she still did not understand. I wasn't asking for permission. It wasn't a request—it was the ultimatum. Once the noise outside faded, I picked up my phone and glanced at the screen. A new text message had just come in. My plane ticket had been successfully booked. Departure time: tomorrow afternoon. There were still more than ten hours left before the flight, but the airport was at least a four-hour drive from the base. Ignoring my exhausted body, I quickly grabbed my suitcase and headed out.

She quickly reached back to stop me, preventing me from going any further. After everything I had already done, her suddenly telling me to stop only made the frustration worse. However, since Phoebe insisted, I had no choice but to give up and settle for enjoying the moment through the stockings again. Just then, our surroundings went dark. Regardless, the rumbling of the train continued. The train roared into a dark mountain tunnel. About ten seconds later, the light returned. "There are more than ten tunnels on this route. The one up ahead is the longest. It takes a full three minutes to pass through!"

“That’s normal, Ellie. First rides always wake up parts of you that’ve been sleeping. Loosen your thighs a little more. Trust the saddle. Trust me. I won’t let you fall.” I tried. God, I tried. His hand slid from my waist to my outer thigh, firm and instructional, holding me steady as Daisy trotted faster. The pressure built with the rhythm steady, insistent. My nipples tightened against my bra, and I prayed he couldn’t tell. This was supposed to be a riding lesson, not… whatever this fluttering heat was. “You’re doing good,” he said after a while, slowing us down. Sweat glistened on his forehead, making the gray at his temples stand out. “Better than I expected for a first go. Most girls yo

Sorry, I’m An Anti-Romantic . By Authoress Kamara . Chapter 15: Impressions . "Ah, this one should be simple enough for even Blake to ride." Ryder pointed to a low rising slide ahead of them. He was right, the ride had no huge drops or any turns, it was just a one way slide with a few dips here and there. Looking at it more closely, the ride was actually meant to be for racing against others. There were several people going down at once, trying to beat their friends. And to make this even better, the ride had eight slides, a perfect amount to accompany their group of seven.

I asked, now as invested in the fun as he was, if not more. “That is my girl.” He chuckled but I ignored his comment about calling me his girl. The next ride was called the Rotor. Which was more exhilarating than the rollercoaster. We were strapped into seats, facing out to watch the world around us sway and move up and down as we swung from side to side, spun in circles, and slid up a beam before plummeting back down to the base. The ride was only three minutes, but it was the best three minutes that I have ever experienced.

" Train ticket ?......Wiat ! I need that train ticket . " said Edward . " Huh ?........You needed that train ticket ?.........I am very sorry . That girl took the last ticket of this time's ride . I can give you the same ticket for the next ride if you want . " said the worker . " When will the next ride start ? " asked Edward . " It will start after forty minutes . The train ride is the longest ride we have in the amusement park . " said the worker .

REGGIE AND CHRIS- Deidre Reggie tried to keep her cool as she watched Deidre alight from his rickety car. If someone ever told her that she’d be this excited to hear and see the car that had annoyed her pretty much over the past two years, Reggie would have called the person a serious liar and probably would have had them charged for treason, or maybe worse… like cast into the dungeons. But here she was, truly fawning over it, and barely being able to do something about it.

POV ESMERAY The ride from Blackridge to the Oregon coast was a blur of silver moonlight and the rhythmic, hypnotic thrum of the Harley. I clung to Ruan’s back, my lace skirts fluttering like trapped moths against his leather-clad thighs. The salt air grew thicker, colder, until the silhouette of the lighthouse emerged from the fog like a lone sentinel guarding the edge of existence. Ruan didn't stop at the gate. He rode the bike all the way to the base of the stone tower, the engine cutting out with a final, heavy sigh that left the roar of the Pacific as the only soundtrack to our night.

"He's coming, but, when I can't tell you." Dreading the next few days couldn't happen. I had to be calm. Getting the packs together was going to be hard. We were the biggest pack in America. We stayed in the HOH Rainforest of Washington State. Seattle was a little over four hours away. There was also Port Angeles and Oylimpia. Near us stood Mt. Olympus. Not the one in Greece, but the same name. Suddenly I froze. "There's no way. Is there?" Hercules said startled. "It has to be a coincidence. They were named many years apart "

"Well then, let me spell it out for you. "You invited me to your dance competition that day, planning to have me kidnapped on the way. But things didn’t go as expected, so you and Yannis came up with a new plan. This time, you are the one being kidnapped. You wanted to demand my company's shares as ransom. "But you miscalculated one thing. During the video call that day, I noticed something strange—the kidnapper had a mole on his hand, just like Yannis did. It was even on the same finger, the same spot."