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..."

Without thinking anymore, Aluna stepped on the gas pedal, and drove the car towards the two lovebirds. Brakkkk ......

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?"

She shifted excitedly, trying to take everything in at once. The drive curved around the house and stopped directly by the front doors. The house was subtle but beautiful, built to complement the sweeping landscape. It was a two-story sprawling open concept estate with an abundance of windows facing the ocean. Allie flung her door open excitedly, ignoring Jay's chuckled demand that she wait for him. She jumped from the Lexus, stretched her arms over her head and went immediately around the side of the house to check out the back, which she caught a glimpse of as they drove up.

Hector’s eyes dart back to the alpha house to find Than already standing by the front door, arms crossed waiting for me to return. “You aren’t brave enough…” A smirk forms on Hector’s lips. “Try me!” “Alora…” Than seethes in my head, hearing my conversation from where he stood. “I’m going for a car drive with Hector…” I adamantly declare through our mind-link. “Absolutely fucking not!” “I’m going for a car drive with Hector, you will stay here. I won’t be long.” I repeat, already climbing into the front passenger seat. “Alora.” His warning growl resonates in my head.

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.