The Woman In The Van Book นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Curious and slightly wary, and entirely unaware that the woman standing ten feet away from her had once counted her fingers in a hospital room and memorised every one. "Mama," Luna said softly. She was looking at Isabella. I felt a sharp pain pierce my heart. Isabella held her closer and turned away without looking at me again, and Elias followed, and the man by the laptop pulled the drive and pocketed it, and within two minutes the warehouse was emptying of everyone except me and the still, silent figure in the wheelchair by the far wall. The door closed. I stood completely motionless until I heard the cars outside start and pull away.

And then, I saw it. ​A black SUV with tinted windows was parked three blocks down. It was idling, the exhaust a faint plume in the crisp morning air. It was a high-end vehicle, out of place in our world of dented sedans and muddy Land Rovers. It looked like a Vane car. It looked like a Council car. ​The ice returned to my veins. The "Vanilla Girl" vanished, replaced by the woman who had burned the Villa d’Amour to the ground.

The woman looked at Caitlin timidly and whispered, "Thank you for saving me!" Caitlin observed the woman. She appeared older, wearing what looked like pajamas. Her hair was messy, partially covering her face. One side of her cheek had a large scar, which looked frightening at first glance. However, upon closer inspection, Caitlin could tell the woman wasn’t unattractive; the scar was the only thing marring her appearance. "What were you doing at The Vanderbilt Family? Why did those people try to chase you away?" Caitlin inquired. "I... I was trying to find a job..." The woman's eyes shifted, and Caitlin sensed she wasn’t being entirely truthful. There was likely some reason she was hiding th

She also knew she was not the first woman to have travelled this way and she seriously doubted she would be the last. She must have dozed off because she was startled awake when the van suddenly lurched to the right and stopped. She tensed when she heard voices and slipped to the doors listening to the elderly driver telling someone he was already late and if the President heard of this delay the man would probably be shot. The van lurched forward again and she was thrown against the doors as it sped up and then stopped just as suddenly, she heard voices shouting and to her horror gunfire being exchanged. When the doors were wrenched open she did not hesitate jumping forward she pushed the m

TWO WEEKS LATER Vanessa sat quietly in the back of the sleek black van, her twins, Ethan and Emma, nestled on either side of her. The hum of the engine filled the air as Diego focused on the road ahead, his hands steady on the wheel. Lily sat in the passenger seat, flipping through her phone, occasionally glancing at the GPS. The van glided down the highway, and the gentle rhythm of the tires on the pavement seemed to mirror the steady thud of Vanessa’s heart.

He jolted her back to reality and that was when she realized what she was doing and bit down on her lips nervously. “I will take this call” Vanessa announced after a while and made her way out of the room leaving the two of them. “What book are you reading now?” Nathan asked her and for a moment she was tongue tied. “What book are you reading now?” He asked again. “Bared to you by Sylvia Day” “And what’s the most inspiring quote from it?” “He was the kind of guy that made a woman want to rip his shirt open and watch the buttons scatter along with her inhibitions”

A white parked van was parked ahead of her, she ran to the van, and luckily for her, the van was not locked. Mrs. Collins get in and saw the key to the van on the left front seat, she picked it up and was about to start the van when one woman started hitting the van begging Mrs. Collins to help her but due to the fear in her, she refused to help the woman. Mrs. Collins drive out of that place and looked at the side mirror, the woman was attacked by the zombies. Mrs. Collins began to cry deeply by clashing her teeth together and driving reckless hitting the van driving wheel, she doesn't even know where she is driving at, Mrs. Collins was hitting many zombies on the street.

She got to him fast by the time he was putting her suitcase in the car's compartment. She was about to get into the car when she heard a noise coming from the distance. She turned her head and saw a figure of a familiar woman. Someone was gripping her slender arms and it seemed like the man was tugging her arms, forcing her to get into the van that was parked right across from them. “Damara?” Nathaniel called her attention when he noticed she was still standing by the car. “Give me a minute.” Nathaniel's followed her gaze when he saw a playful smirk written on her face.

I clicked the open button and the car beeped to life, I opened the door and reached for my phone, but just before I touched it, I heard someone call. “Excuse me?”. I turned. It was a woman. She was heavily pregnant. “Are you okay?” I wasn’t sure I could handle a woman in labor. She looked pale. She was standing just behind the black van. “I wanted to open my car door but my keys slipped out of my hands to the floor, I tried reaching but.” She stopped and rubbed her prominent belly. I guessed it would be hard for her to reach the floor with her stomach. “You own the van?” I had to ask, I was curious.

The seat is still warm; whoever was here had just stepped away. Perfect!!! The engine sputters to life, and she grips the wheel tightly, her knuckles white. She barely has time to adjust as the van lurches forward, tires squealing against the pavement. “She’s leaving in the van!” a voice shouts behind her, panic evident. Carol risks a glance in the rearview mirror and spots Harris and another man sprinting into the parking lot. They skid to a halt, watching as the van disappears down the narrow road. “What the hell was that?” Harris yells, his face a mask of rage. “Was that Damien’s woman?”