The Road To Nowhere Leads To Me Mga Nobela at Kwento

Another knock. "Who is it?" Silence. Then Max's voice. "It's me." Nate closed his eyes. For several seconds, he didn't move. Then he walked to the door. His hand rested on the handle. He hesitated. Everything inside him screamed not to open it. But eventually, he turned the lock. The door opened. Max stood in the hallway. The party had left his face. He looked calm now. Serious. His eyes met Nate's. Neither spoke.

I’ve decided on Oklahoma City and I'm using mom’s laptop to try to find a cheap place to stay. I might already have a job. The black escalade was gone when we left the funeral home and I haven’t seen it since. There hasn’t been any strangeness going on with Brodie and Wyatt, so it must have been my anxiety causing me to be suspicious. They had no idea about Rob or Wyatt would be in my face about it. I still haven’t contacted Rob. I don’t have it in me to deal with him and I want to enjoy my time away from him and not have him ruining it.

I pulled out. I took the east road out of Millhaven, not the main road, the east road that ran behind the industrial area and came out three miles from town without passing through any point where a car could easily follow without being seen. I had driven it twice before. Practice, I had told myself at the time. Just knowing the area. I had known, somewhere underneath the ordinary life I had built, that I was always going to need the back roads eventually. “Mum.” Lyra’s voice from the back seat. Smaller now. The argument energy gone. “Are we in trouble?”

I was useless. It seemed like it took me forever to get to the two figures. I kept looking down at my feet that felt like they were strapped to lead weights, and willing them to move faster. I looked up when I knew I was nearing my destination. I was struck with a feelign of fear and shock when I realized the figures had disappeared. As if they were never there. I frantically spun around looking in all directions trying to find them. They were gone, and the clearing had gone deathly silent. There were no birds. There was no soft breeze. Nothing.

This man was so crazy I imagined. It turns out his name was Duncan. When I got to know about him, Duncan was one of the worst beings I had met on planet earth. He was rude, loud and violet and drunken. Apart from the money, there was nothing good about him. He was very disrespectful, unspeakable and unpredictable. Infact I never understood what he really wanted from me. Ofcourse I discover all this after several weeks of getting to know him better. Can you imagine when we finally dated, Duncan commanded me to get out of his car in the middle of a high way just because I said something that pissed him off. You see readers, you cannot imagine how I got home in the middle of nowhere without

Else it would be another area with red marks in my GPS. Sasha Vale is good at making this road exist in the secret society. I mean, who would've thought that an ex-convict like her will make this traffic-free route that even the government of this country wouldn't know? Well, maybe because everyone fears the slumps. Who in the world would drive to the recessions anyway? Perhaps criminals and public volunteers. Then there's only a 1% chance that this road will be discovered. "Are we there yet?" I remove my eyes from the road and look at Marco, who just woke up from his slumber.

In half an hour, we reached our destination: the abandoned road that was rumored as cursed. Zayn did not slow down, he drove right past the sign that read: BEWARE.

Where this road may lead, you ask? I do not yet know. But, all that is certain is that wherever the road may we go, Killian is whom I want to travel there, now not alone. This wild ride had only just begun. I am Ruby Fridays, and this was my one of a hell twisted story. ━━━━━━･❪ ❁ ❫ ･━━━━━━ T H E E N D ...

Maeve Hazy morning sunlight bleeds through dark storm clouds, sending ribbons of light through the fog gathering at my ankles. We’ve been walking for two miles, at least, in what direction… I don’t know, and I honestly don’t care. Soren is several yards ahead of me and hasn’t so much as looked in my direction as he leads me down a narrow, paved road in the middle of Goddess-damned nowhere. There’re no trees here. Just rolling, grassy hills and a single, lonely, fog-soaked road.

~Sienna~ The road is way too dark. I shouldn’t have stayed out so late. Usually, I’m home long before the moon gets this high, tucked into bed with the monitor humming beside me, but today was different. It’s kind of heavy. The drive back from Nova’s studio feels longer than usual, the asphalt stretching out like an endless black ribbon under my tires. The only thing I can see is the small patch of road my headlights are hitting, and every tree I pass looks like a shadow jumping out at me from the woods.