The Road To Nowhere Leads To Me Novels & Stories

Maybe someone will see me. But the road stays empty. My legs move on their own now. Weak. Shaky. But still moving. Then suddenly my strength gives out. I collapse. My palm hits the pavement hard and pain shoots through my arm. I crouch on the ground, tears pouring freely now. How do I get out of here? How could he leave me here? In the middle of nowhere. I don’t even know where I am. What if something happens to me? The thought terrifies me.

They kn ow your car. Take the back road. I will meet you at the north border. I press the gas. The road blurs. Trees fly past. My eyes burn. I am not crying. I am done crying. I am not nothing. I am King Alaric's daughter. And I am done being small.

Toward the place where the road vanished. Toward the destination I had searched for all these years. Then I answered quietly. Truthfully. "I don't know." Silence. The crew stared. I stared into the distance. At a horizon no map remembered. At a mystery older than loneliness. "When the roads broke..." My fingers tightened around the lantern charm at my neck. "The city disappeared." The words settled heavily. The stars dimmed slightly. The forgotten road flickered. And somewhere far ahead— deep within the darkness— something answered.

His eyes open and seeing nothing, his feet carrying him somewhere he wouldn’t usually go willingly. Compelled. Has to be. Nobody walks themselves into that. And they're not passing through. That's the other thing my hunter brain logs even while the rest of me is screaming. They're not crossing the seam to somewhere else, they're following the quarry road the wrong way, deeper, toward the dead end where the old pit is. The flooded gravel quarry nobody's worked in twenty years. There's nothing else back there. Nothing anyone would visit. Which is exactly the kind of nothing you'd pick if you needed somewhere no one ever looks.

Every passing second felt like they were attempting to snatch Kayla away. And then, a realisation hit me; they weren't heading back to the Pack's mansion. Instead, they veered onto a lonely road, intensifying the fiery unrest within me. "I shouldn't have let them take her away!" I lamented, frustration and regrets boiling over as I pounded the steering wheel. The road ahead stretched ominously, echoing the suspense of the situation, and I was determined not to lose sight of them. My determination to find them didn't waver but unexpectedly, my car came to an abrupt stop in a quiet and lonely place aptly named "nowhere."

After all, I have nowhere else to go. We drove for a while until we left the South Zone, and it's already bothering me. Where is she taking me, to the middle of nowhere? My doubts were answered when I saw a sign that said "Welcome to the East Zone." We drove a bit more until we stopped in front of a simple building with no security at all. There's nothing around here, just a simple place in a strange neighborhood with peculiar people. I can't believe this is where she's leaving me.

𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬, 𝐢 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭. *** I looked around in fear, panic filling up every visible bone in my body as he drove past the empty road, I didn’t see any incoming cars or pedestrians since he turned over to this street ten minutes ago, I kept turning around in the car, searching for anything that showed an example of where we were headed. 𝐍𝐨𝐧𝐞. I clutched the hem of my skirt "Wh… Where are you taking me?” He waited for some seconds before responding. “Somewhere no one will hear you screaming.” He made another turn to an empty place that looked like a beach and was filled up with sand, there was also something round that was covered by wall

Somewhere I don’t need to think, just do. Turning off the main route, I follow the directions to a local view point, a place that will give me a good view of the nearby lands. Soaring through the winding road, my mind goes to Red. How is it possible that she keeps getting under my skin…more importantly, why do I let her.

I looked down at the address, it didn’t seem like the address of a house, it was just a road. How bad can it get?! Who would want to hurt me on a public road? I dropped my phone on the table and buried my head in my palm. I’ll just go. How bad can it get! Once I get out of work, I’ll go there before heading home. **** 4:00pm. “We’re here,” the driver said, pulling over. I looked around, nothing but trees and an empty stretch of road. “Are you sure this is the place?” I asked, propping forward.

The questions swirled in my mind, taunting me with their secrecy. So, standing before her fixed gaze, I counted on the kindness of strangers long lost in my days of city drifting. "I seek a place, number 20 Gig Pay Road," fell from my mouth as on a summer day, a cool breeze wafts gently. Her eyes emerged with this glimmer of understanding; she pointed her long slender admissions finger down the road, her hand offering a soft, mellow gesture. There it is," she said, sweet and lighthearted, with a voice hanging in the air like that soft breeze through the rustling leaves of the nearby trees.