The Simple Life 2: Road Trip Novels & Stories

I myself did a lot of reading about the city just in case. Things did not end like that. … One day, I woke up just to find myself on the cliff I died on in my previous life. Christina was holding her dried-up belly as she stomped on me. "You ruined my life! Do you have any idea what happened to me at the farm? John's a monster! He let the inmates violate me just for food! Now my body's ruined! I can't eat, I can't drink, and I know I'm not long for this world. But I'll take you down before I die!"

"It's okay. I know them. Don't worry about them. Let's just go on our way." The Black family's SUV stayed close behind our convoy throughout the entire journey. They only backed off a little when we got close to the pack. During a rest stop, Lucas stood by my window, asking questions while peeking curiously inside. "Mother, since you agreed to come back to the pack, why won't you ride in our car? Ms. Mila is so much better—she would never act this weird for no reason like you're doing." I didn't want to bother with him. After all these years, Lucas had now been completely shaped by another she-wolf.

“This is what road trips are for. No deadlines, no rush. Just a good drive and some good tunes.” I look at her, her face bright with contentment, and then to Sebastian, his profile softening as he focuses on the road. The world outside blur of colors and shapes, but inside the car, it feels like we’ve found a little slice of peace. “You’re right,” I admit, the heaviness of everything feeling just a little bit lighter. “This is nice.” Sebastian looks at me briefly, his eyes steady but his lips curling into a small smile. “Sometimes, it’s the simple moments that make the most difference,” he says.

So instead, instead of thinking about something that'll force me to make a decision that I've been trying to make for a long long time, I reached for something adjacent to the truth. "I think I'd want simplicity," I said slowly. "Everything in my life feels complicated right now. Tangled up in other people's expectations and my own mess and all this pressure to have it figured out. So I guess I'd want something simple. Straightforward. Easy." "Like this?" Miles gestured around the cabin. "Remote woods, no cell service, just existing?" "Maybe. Yeah." I looked at him, at the firelight catching in his eyes, at the easy way he inhabited his own body. "You make things feel simple, uncomplicated.

I questioned as I approached their table to clean it and collect my tip. My life was supposed to become simpler. I had just decided to give things with Phil a try, to take the easy path, the path of least resistance. I had Nate to think about, my little happy family. 'Dark Eyes' didn’t fit into any of those pegs. He was a distraction and I needed to eliminate all distractions if the simple life was the path I was choosing.

To my surprise, he responded with, "I took care of that, after dinner we will go to the mechanic's shop and get it, it is not much but it runs" I knew it would be nothing special, and it wasn't, old beat-up pickup, it will serve its purpose. After getting some homework done I went downstairs to get something to eat, I heard commotion looking out the window I saw Lilly, Sophie, and her brother playing in the yard. It was kinda cute to see. Two weeks have passed and my life was falling into the routine - school, home, gym, homework, sleep, and all over again, this is what poor life feels like. Tomorrow is Monday again and I have no idea for how long I can take this kind of life.

This is the story of a young man with a secret talent who plays good samaritan and finds himself at the center of a battle bigger than himself... but he won't be alone! At least that's part of the gist for now.😅 Now let's see how it goes… ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "The ghosts in my house wouldn't be so bad if they could just stop trying to cook" which will not appear in this form because it's allowed to work around them and so I did.

Life went on. ***

She slipped her arm through mine, looked straight at Regina, and said calmly, “So, this is your ex?” Worried she might get jealous again, I quickly explained. “We dated when we were young. Just for a month. I haven’t seen her in ten years.” The quick attempt to draw a clear line made Regina’s face pale. After a pause, I added, “And I never said I’d only love her in this lifetime.” Regina froze. She understood what I meant. That promise was from the man I was in my previous life. We had both chosen different paths now. That vow didn’t count anymore.