The Simple Life 2: Road Trip Novels & Stories

Three years after my release from prison, I ran into my ex-wife in the presidential suite of the most exclusive hotel in Bayshore. It had been years since I last saw her. She was draped in a silk robe, radiating wealth. When she recognized me, something unreadable passed through Cecily Monroe's eyes. "On the day you got out, why didn't you wait for me to come pick you up?" I said nothing and handed over the takeout. Her gaze dropped to the scar on my wrist, and her breath caught. "I went too far with that. But you've always been tougher than Adrian. You can always get back on your feet." She was talking about what happened six years ago, when Adrian Burke was involved in a catastrophic

Every month on the 15th is the day I swap lives with Melody Foster. 18 years ago, a hospital mix-up places our IVF embryos in each other's mothers. After the truth comes out, my biological parents want their real daughter, and my adoptive parents want theirs. They arrange for Melody and me to rotate between the two homes on a monthly basis, switching every 15th. From then on, I become the burden neither family wants. In whichever home Melody stays, there are endless snacks and drinks, thousands of dollars in monthly allowance, and the sunny bedroom is always reserved for her. In whichever home I stay, there's nothing but plain meals and a windowless storage room. 18 years later, I

“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.

The present is here and I will enjoy it while it last. I guess my simple life will be turned 180 degrees again? © A.G_2018

After I unzipped the compressed file, I played the video. In a church that had seen better days, a young man, looking to be about 18, was playing an old piano. The sunlight streaming in illuminated his bleached shirt, causing him to almost glow. The clean, innocent vibe he gave off was like a breath of fresh air, a gentle spring breeze caressing one lightly. Despite only half her face being visible, it was clear from Sylvia's profile that she was smiling gently. Her gaze was also full of adoration as she lost herself in the soothing music.

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.

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.

"Change into something nicer... Actually, I'll have Nadia lend you something. Don't embarrass me." I almost rolled my eyes. "No thanks. I've got clothes." He didn't push it—just tossed out a few more orders and bounced. *** At sunrise, I hit the road with nothing but a small bag. I clutched my train ticket so hard my hands were slick. The station was packed. I spotted the crew headed to the middle of nowhere—young, buzzing, alive. Their vibe shook something loose in me. I wasn't old. I wasn't done. I thought about Ivan's blank stare, Olenna's ice, Nadia's little helpless act—

I was safe, but our pup could not be saved. Before leaving, they placed a body that resembled me to stage my death. Then, they carried me onto the helicopter and disappeared into the night. ... I woke to a familiar ceiling, the one I'd grown up under, yet it felt like a stranger's place. I was back at the Dark Moon pack. My hand flew to my flat belly. The tiny flutter of life that had once been there was gone. My pup... was gone. Tears leaked sideways into the pillow. "I'm sorry," I murmured. "I'm so sorry..."