The Longest Ride Novel Novels & Stories

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.

I ran to my bike and got on. "So, just to clarify, we don't know where the cargo is?" he asked. Ignoring the psycho occupying my cellar, I started my bike and followed after Bonnie. It took a few minutes, but I finally spotted her taillights in the distance. I hurried to catch up to her. She looked over her shoulder and caught my eye, her long, black hair whipping in the wind under the moonlight. She was still the most beautiful woman I'd ever known. No matter how many of the sweet butts or other she-wolves in town I took to my bed, it was always Bonnie in the back of my mind. I'd spent the last ten years hating her for that.

Yet, she seemed to have forgotten all about it. She didn't just forget about it. She even let another man ride my prized and most beloved horse without telling me. Could it be that even she didn't belong to me anymore as well? I clenched my fists tightly and suppressed the violent urge in my chest. Cecil strode over and moved in front of Hazel to apologize to me. "Mr. Blanchard, one of the company's potential clients is a huge fan of horseback riding, and Hazel only brought me here to train my riding skills. You won't get mad at me for that, will you?"

As a result, the magical potion could tell if they were descended from the witch lineage or the dark sorcerer bloodline. The Wheel of Time signifies the constant spinning of time and reflects nature's cycles of death and rebirth. The celebrations begin on the longest night of the year and culminate in the celebration of the lengthening days and the return of the light at the end of the festivity. The gatherings lasted twelve days, during which time the twenty young witches feasted, burned Yule logs, and congregated at the secret sanctuary.

So I powered my phone off so I wouldn't be as tempted to read anymore and climbed into bed. I turned the lamp off and pulled a pillow to my chest. It was a long time before I fell asleep, and then I woke up just a few hours later from a nightmare where Rob was trying to kill me. I turned the lamp on and paced the floor. I turned my phone back on and had ten more texts from Rob.

"It’s going to be a long ride." *****

A romance novel was created as they chatted; they were so excited and discussed until midnight before going home. Henry drove fast, his mind filled with thoughts of whether Monique was alright; the more he thought, the more he felt uneasy. He wished he could be right beside her at that moment. His right foot never left the gas pedal and the brake pedal was barely used. He could not bother about the traffic lights and drove the limousine like a race car. The car stopped with a huge screech. The door opened and a large shadow hurriedly got down and walked into the hospital. Henry was usually busy with his work; his phone was ringing continuously from the moment he left the company, but he had

Yet now, just like her mother, she chose Luther over me. Leaning against the headboard, Luther smiled and picked Naomi up in his arms. "You're really my sweet girl, aren't you, Naomi?" Willow immediately stepped forward with concern. "How are you feeling? Is your head still spinning?" What a perfect picture of a family of three. A cold laugh escaped my throat as I shook my head, forcing down the dull ache in my chest. Once I picked up my ID and passport, I turned to leave. … After booking my flight, I stared at my phone. The screen showed a departure three days away. I looked up at the full moon hanging in the sky, and my thoughts began to drift.

I would not beg. A motorcycle engine cut through the air, slow and deliberate. The sound pulled everyone's gaze toward the center of the yard. A sleek, black bike rolled forward, and my breath caught in my throat. The rider moved with a calm that spoke of power and control, as if the world bent around him. He dismounted with unhurried control. Kade Cross, they called him Ruin.