Alouette Drive Novels & Stories

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. “I promise, I won’t be long.”

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.

I waited for Luca’s call like a fucking prayer. Then he called—and I picked up before it finished the first ring. He spat out the address, time of the essence. “Go to 3 Rue Quentin Bauchart.” I gave the address to the driver. “Do not stop.” The driver exploded out of the driveway and raced through the streets with the intention of running every fucking red light. “I already dispatched a team.” “Good.” I hung up. Adrien gripped the handle attached to the ceiling so his head wouldn’t slam into the window.

That shuttle was really different from the ones she had ridden before. A few minutes later, the profiler rang just like a phone and Aurelie immediately answered the call from the Reeltime app. Allie's irritable face flashed before her which frightened her for a short while. “Hi… Allie,” Aurelie greeted shyly. “Where are you? The groups won’t manage themselves so you better show yourself now!” Allie lectured her. “I know. I’m already inside the shuttle service, but the driver won’t seem to leave yet.” Aurelie was trying to look if she could have a sight of what the driver was doing.

Dante said, pulling me closer as another VIP, a French banker, approached too eagerly, his gaze on my legs. Dante’s hand firmed on my waist, steering us subtly. “Monsieur Duval, the Audi A8 Security: 4.0L twin-turbo V8, 563 hp, VR10 armor, stops explosives. Interested?” Duval nodded, but his eyes wandered. “Very. And Señora Lucchese, your insights?” Before I could speak, Dante tugged me against his chest. “She agrees. Now, if you’ll excuse us…”

Her anxiety escalated as the car pulled away from the curb, but she took another deep breath and tried to calm her nerves. The drive was smooth and silent, the car gliding through the streets like a ghost. Olivia watched the city lights blur by outside her window, her mind racing with thoughts of what the evening might hold. After an hour, the Rolls-Royce pulled up in front of Aurum, one of the city's most exclusive restaurants. The building's elegant facade was understated yet imposing, with a discreet sign bearing the restaurant's name in subtle, cursive script.

in unison, then she continues, "Welcome to Paris." "Thank you." Aurelia said and smiled. Delphine lead them to a sleek Mercedes-Benz S680 Maybach waited at the curb, its glossy black exterior catching the evening lights of Charles de Gaulle. The chauffeur, in a perfectly tailored suit, stepped forward with a small bow, collecting their luggage before opening the door with a white-gloved hand.

“I’ll drive this one.” “Yes, sir,” the driver answered at once and stepped back. Aurelian slid behind the wheel. The moment both doors closed, he spoke to the car in that low, commanding voice. “Auto-drive. My apartment. Now.” The AI responded instantly, smooth and neutral. “Command confirmed. Auto-drive engaged. Estimated arrival: twenty-three minutes.” The car pulled away silently from the hall, leaving the lights, the cameras, the ceremony, and everyone behind us. The privacy screen rose with a soft hum, sealing us in.