Alouette Drive Novels & Stories

The drive to Saint Pierre d'Albigny was beautiful and soon they were driving up the mountainside past lovely homes with breathtaking views of the valley below and the Alps beyond. Gabriella was reading off directions and Ben guided the fish tank nimbly through the narrow roads until they made a final left and rolled into a wide gravel parking lot. Ben noticed the sign for the chateau was resting on the ground under the signpost where it should have been hanging. Two other cars were in the lot and the building was huge. He grinned at Gabriella and shut off the car. They stepped outside and heard angry yelling. One of the voices was deep, guttural and Ben couldn't tell what he was saying but i

He held on to my right shoulder, so I turned to face him. "Will you take your hand off my shoulder or I'll turn you into a mouse?" I raised my left eyebrow, glaring at his cold yet undeniably handsome face. "Whoops!" He immediately took his hand off my shoulder. "You two! What are you waiting for?" The guard on the table called us. He's looking at me from head to toe right now. I quickly walk towards him and say, "My name is Alenna Delevigne from the city of Nalaknabak. I'm a..."

He let out with a narrow look that was directed at Zayn's face. "Yeah. Trying to wrap my hands around the little memories I have" Zayn responded and forced a smile so that Stephen buy his lie. "It's alright, um... Take your time. I just needed to inform you that cookies were ready" "Oh, I'm right behind" He replied sharply making Stephen nod gently. .. .. .. Ocean Drive street was deserted that morning when Alpha Allegra's Rolls Royce Phantom came to stop by the side of the tarred road and the door slid open letting her out.

“We’ve got the rest of the night.” We left L’Étoile Noire just as the city lights began to glitter brighter against the lagoon. Alexander’s hand rested on my thigh the entire drive back, it was warm and possessive, tracing his thumb slowly, absent circles over the satin of my dress. Neither of us spoke much. He pulled into a quiet overlook just off the Link Bridge. No one was around. Just the hum of the Bugatti’s engine cooling down, the distant sound of waves, and the skyline stretching out like it belonged to us.

The driver said while Alora turned to see the person she was trying to avoid, Allen. "Are you avoiding me?" He asked, ignoring the driver. "Hell..no, why would I ?" She asked awkwardly. "Are you in a hurry to leave? I have something to show you”. He said to Alora. Alora asked the driver to pick her up in two hours time, so he left, now she is on Allen's bike as he drove her to a place, During the drive, he asked "how will your driver know where to pick you, will you call him?"

The drive pulled out a handheld walkie-talkie and spoke in rapid-fire French. "Monsieur JIM est arrivé. Deux minutes." An independable confirmation came crackling back. The agent stowed the device, turning now to Jim. "You will meet the capitaine at the main entrance." The driver ignored the signs prohibiting auto traffic on the plaza, revered the engine, and gunned the Citroën up over the curb. The Louvre's main entrance was visible now, rising boldly in the distance, encircled by seven triangular pools from which spouted illuminated fountains. La Pyramide.

"let's go home now." "Yes sir." Eric obediently answered and rushed to start the engine. Just as his car drove away, a black salon car with tinted windows drove in front of Amelie's house and stopped. The window rolled down and a camera came out, taking a few quick shots of the house while on the other side, the driver was on a phone call with a rather furious Odette. "Madam Aubert, Mr. LaCroix just left." He informed. Back at Odette's mansion, the angered brunette swiped at an innocent gl*ss vase on her table and watched as it fell to the floor and shattered.

Because if she looked briefly to the right at Pareios, she remembered hundreds of reasons why it had to be the City of Love, if her path led her here right now. Evrill drove the car deep into the center and then stopped in front of a private building in the La Villette district. The streets, bathed in the light of the bronze-gold setting sun, were quiet. It seemed to be a residential area, but the children had been called home at the time when it was getting dark earlier and earlier at the end of September. Aurelia could smell the fall as she climbed out of the car onto the beech-lined street.

Emilia shot back just as I heard a sharp scream from outside. "What was that?" Sara questioned. "Aaron! Why isn't this thing moving?" I yelled at the rider. Silence! I angrily flipped the curtain blocking the outside world and was caught by the gruesome sight. Aaron was a bloody mess of blood and bone. The horses were unusually calm but my senses said otherwise. I looked into the distance and cloaked into the darkness was a pair of blazing orange irises and crimson-stained canines. I immediately regretted my decision. The girls trembled at the sight and almost immediately, Emilia jolted out.

The sun had ebbed into nothing more than an ethereal orange hue that boosted the fairness and charm of the gentle blue and white sky by the time Eallric got out of the unblemished building. He jogged over to his Peugeot, his messy bunch of keys making a rattle as he moved. Inspector Bertio Holex was on the other side of the 404 already, waiting anxiously. The engine of the shiny black Peugeot 404 came alive with a deep, unending rumble when the duo were settled in it. “It's at Hunters Walk I guess,” Bertio said as Eallric drove the Peugeot out of the Police Department, Ingfalls, and out of the serene Mariners Spur.