The Road To Nowhere Leads To Me の小説・ストーリー

The tray from last night was empty and laying in the hallway. I knocked on his door and waited for him to say something. I heard nothing so I knocked again this time placing my ear to the door. I can hear his blankets moving and bed springs making a noise. I quickly removed my ear and took a step back. He made his way to the door and opened it. “What do you want” he yelled at me. I told him “We are going out; would you like to join us? Mom said she’s not telling us where we are going, just that we will enjoy ourselves”. Using my mind link.

“Why do i go from one problem to another just why.“ i retorted weakly. I slammed the brakes and the truck screeched to a halt. My heart thudded so loud I could hear it echo in my ears. I puHed the door open and stepped out, my footstep echoed as i walked. The air was so cold. I took a few steps forward, squinting through the faint mist, and then. “Holy shit…” I whispered. The road literally ended at a goddamn cliff. I walked closer until the tips of my sneakers kissed the edge. When I looked down, I couldn’t even see the bottom. It was just darkness, stretching forever. My stomach flipped. “What the hell is this?” I muttered. “Wait… isn’t the end of the road supposed to be the beginning of t

"I remember, Amelia. Don't worry. I won't forget your things. Something came up with Ivy, and I need to sort it out first. I'll go with you to meet Beckett Calloway in a bit. "You're so beautiful; he'll definitely like you and make you his missus. The Calloways are the most powerful family in all of Northbank—far stronger than my family. You'll surely have your happily ever after, Amelia. I'll be quick. Just wait for me, okay?"

“All of it. The complete version.” The road was quiet around us. The grey afternoon light held. “Okay,” I said. The word came out smaller than I intended. He stepped forward and I held my ground and we stood in the middle of a road I didn’t know the name of, in a territory between things, and I waited for the truth I’d been walking toward for four years to finally reach me. M

One day, Caspian said he wanted tiramisu from an old bakery in the northern part of the city. It was something I used to love two years ago. Eventually, I drove out alone. Halfway along a remote coastal road, the car suddenly broke down. I got out to check. I was still trying to figure out the problem when a handkerchief with a sharp smell was pressed over my mouth and nose. Right before I lost consciousness, I thought of how painfully cliché it was.

Snow covered the whole world in cold white. I laughed, and tears fell with the laughter. But Joanna, I would not live to see three months from now. I was going to die in this winter.

“Stop crying.” I jerked away from his touch, pressing myself against the door. “Don’t call me that!” My voice cracked. “Where are we? Where are you taking me? This isn’t the way back to the city… Mr. Grey, please… you can’t do this.” He didn’t answer. Just kept driving, the headlights cutting through thick trees. The city lights had disappeared long ago. We were deep in the middle of nowhere.

I’ll be free, and my mother can get the treatment she needs without me scraping by for every penny. But I know what’s waiting for me out there. Route 419 isn’t called the Night Race for nothing. It’s a death trap—pitch black, winding, with no room for error. One slip, one wrong turn, and it’s all over.

He paused, then continued, "But it's been so many years. Your leg muscles have long since atrophied. Still, if you're willing to endure the pain and commit to training, there's a small chance you might be able to stand again." The possibility alone made my heart swell with gratitude. I thanked him over and over. No matter how much hardship lay ahead, I was going to keep moving forward—to become a better version of myself. After I got home, I packed my bags and took my mother's keepsake with me before leaving. At the airport, I called my mentor. "I've already arranged for someone to erase your identity once you arrive," he said. "You don't need to worry about the rest." I thanked him, but he

Just two people breathing the same air but drowning in different thoughts. My fingers trembled on my thighs. Luca’s hands were tight on the wheel. The road stretched in front of us for miles. At some point I looked outside and realized… we were leaving the city. Everything became quieter. Cleaner. Lonelier. “Where are we going?” I finally whispered. He didn’t look at me. Not once. “You’ll see.” His voice was calm… too calm. Like he had already made peace with something I didn’t know about. After another twenty minutes, the car slowed and turned onto a private road lined with tall trees. A massive metal gate opened on its own. No guards. No voices. Just a long driveway leading to a mansion I