Backseat Novels & Stories

"I'll see you later tonight?" "We'll drive you," Aaron said, his voice leaving no room for argument as he gestured toward the foyer. "You don't have to do that." "I insist." Outside, a sleek black Maybach was waiting at the driveway. The driver opened the rear door, and Aaron stepped in first, followed by Cassandra. Realizing there was no room for me in the back without intruding on them, I slipped quietly into the front passenger seat next to the driver. The ride was suffocatingly quiet.

Mason groans from beside me. “That’s forever.” “You asked nine minutes ago.” “I thought maybe we went faster.” I look out the window so nobody sees me smile. I’m in the back of the Cross family’s SUV with Mason because Beckett claimed he gets carsick in the back. I don’t believe him. I think he just didn’t want Mason kicking his seat for six hours. Smart. Laura looks at us through the rearview mirror. “Everyone still alive?” “No,” Mason says. “Good.” I laugh.

Bruce stopped in shock. The entire back of the limo was filled with stuff animals – big and small. It looked like a baby boutique had exploded in the back. “Wow,” Joanna said with wonder. “Yeah, Ray,” Trevor said slowly. “Wow.” “Everyone on the staff - even security pitched in. We wanted the little guy to feel the love as I drove him home,” Ray said proudly. Christopher and Bruce stared at the back seat with their lips parted. Where the hell are they going to sit? On the roof?

I stare out of the window of the king’s retrofitted SUV, ignoring the conversation. Two warriors are sitting in front, taking turns to drive. There are two sets of seats in the back that face each other, and the windows are tinted and bulletproof. Two unassuming cars accompany us: one in front of us and one in the back. I don’t bother asking if a werewolf king is really so important that someone would risk assassinating him.

Keegan turned around to look at Vermont and said, "You should go and sit in the front seat." Vermont makes a "tsk" sound. He then gave him a glance of disappointment and said, "You think I like to sit at the back because the back of the car is comfortable? If I didn't sit in the backseat, would you believe that the moment Stella got into the car, she would sit by the car window? She would hate not having millions of miles between the both of you!"

“Hmm… Mhm. I don’t see anything.” As my eyes adjusted, I saw the forms of two people sitting in front of me. Judging from the long leather seat beneath me and the two seats in front, I was in the back of a car. A truck, too, I surmised from the hollow and tinny sound of the engine as it sputtered to a stop.

The client always sat in the back seat, while the staff sat in the passenger seat. "Where to, Sir?" his driver asked as he started the car. "Syneverse Entertainment," Beckett answered before looking at Vivianne, who was now looking at him through the rear-view mirror. Vivianne quickly averted her gaze and focused her attention on the window. The scenery they were passing wasn't pleasant, and there was no music playing on the radio to break the silence between them. She wanted to sing, but she held herself back.

He says expressionlessly. Sue grumbles that this is her karma for using Ashley's name the other time. Smiling slightly, she opens the passenger seat and finds it locked. "Enter into the back seat ma'am. Front seat is not safe for babies." ‘Using Ashley again' Sue notes as she gets into the back seat and settles down into the warm leather seats. Halfway to her destination, "Did your boss send you to wait for me?"

I replied, offering him a small smile that he returned with a slight nod. Marcus stepped forward efficiently, opening the heavy, armored backseat door of my primary car with practiced ease. I got in, the thick door shutting with a solid, airtight thud that completely cut off the ambient noise of the garage. The sudden silence was almost oppressive, like being sealed in a tomb. Marcus climbed into the driver's seat, starting the powerful engine with a low purr, while the other four men piled into a secondary, unmarked SUV directly behind us to follow discreetly.

Morgan calmly shut the front passenger door and slid into the backseat instead. Sebastian glanced at her through the rearview mirror. "Why are you sitting in the back?" Now wasn’t the time to tear things apart just yet. Suppressing the nausea churning in her stomach, Morgan replied, "The backseat is safer." Sebastian chuckled. "Are you doubting my driving skills?" Morgan gave a half-hearted response, brushing him off before falling silent. Halfway through the drive, Sebastian’s phone suddenly rang. He glanced at the caller ID before declining the call.