Alouette Drive Novels & Stories

"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.

He understood the gravity of this moment for both of them and his presence, while steady, didn’t intrude on the heavy stillness in the back seat. Lune stole a glance at Arlo, wondering what he was thinking, but she quickly turned away, her chest tightening. The silence stretched on, growing louder with every passing moment, as if the car itself was holding its breath, waiting for what would come next. As the car rolled up the long, winding driveway to Arlo's estate, Lune's heart raced. The towering iron gates had swung open as they approached, revealing the grandeur that lay beyond. The estate sprawled before her, a majestic blend of elegance and power. Tall, ancient trees lined the path, th

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.

They piled into Tiana’s car with Pascal in the back, Lyn shotgun, the shopping list already open on her phone. The first stop was Éclat, a boutique tucked into the heart of Velmore’s upscale downtown district, where the streets were lined with maple trees and the storefronts glowed like polished jewels under soft evening lights. The glass front reflected the last streaks of sunset, turning the display mannequins into golden silhouettes.

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…”