Drive-by Book Novels & Stories

It was completely dry, its thick leather cover pristine, its pages white and unblemished by blood or ink. ​But as Elara reached out a trembling hand to pick up the book, the headlights of the white sedan suddenly flickered and died, plunging the highway into a deep, absolute darkness. ​The quiet of the forest was broken not by the sound of crickets or rain, but by a slow, heavy, and terrifyingly familiar sound that echoed from the dashboard inside the dark car.

A low growl echoes from his throat and he snaps back inside. A minute later a grey sedan spins into the side of the building, Brian screams at us from the drivers seat. "Get in. Fucking move." Dyl covers me with his body and rushes towards the car. I'm inside and strapped in before I can count to three. Brian floors it. I hear the familiar sound of rubber burning against tar. And the three of us speed away from the Inn I grip the two front seats, steadying myself as Brian drives the mom car like its a fucking V8 racer.

Lucious looks at me for a second longer, before starting the car up, backing out the driveway. As Lucious drive through the streets of the pack, heading towards the main road that leads out of the pack territory. I swallow the lump in my throat as I look around at the thick snowy trees that line both sides of the road, feeling father presences grow stronger the further we drive. I look ahead, seeing wolves standing there at the borders of the pack's land as a black SUV drives up, knowing that's father. Once Lucious stop the car and get out, I take in a breath, trying to calm my nerves. I get out of the car and head over to the front with Lucious.

With a huff I set the book down and I move to go answer the door. The book I was reading had been an enemies-to-lovers romance and oh-my-gosh it was spicy. I feel particularly bothered as I answer the door and it doesn’t help when I found all three of the attractive Ambrose brothers on the other side of it. I rise an eyebrow and I can’t help but look towards Blade, the man that’s quieter but has such an intensity that it draws me in more than any other. Adam is closest to me and he grumbles as he asks, “Can we come in?”

The drive to the mountains was a descent into a different kind of darkness. As the city lights faded into the rear-view mirror, replaced by the oppressive, towering silhouettes of ancient pines, the air inside the SUV grew cold. Laredo didn’t speak. He drove with a terrifying, rhythmic precision, his large hands steady on the leather-wrapped steering wheel. Every time he shifted gears, his arm would brush against my knee—a deliberate, territorial spark that reminded me I was no longer a guest in his life, but a captive.

By hook or crook. ---

CHAPTER SIXTY-SEVEN Irina's POV I was scared and terrified. My whole body trembled with fear. But I had to enter the car. I had no choice. Not if I wanted Dimitri to stay safe. I climbed into the passenger seat slowly. My legs felt weak beneath me. Alexei got into the driver's seat. He started the engine immediately. The car roared to life. We began moving down the long driveway away from the estate. "Mikhail would never forgive you this time," I said quietly.

Even though Kayla knew that there were other people available to take her if she needed, she wanted to drive today. “No, I want to drive myself today. The whether looks nice,” Kayla said. She had him hand her the key to a black Porsche before he left. She drove out of the familiar driveway and made her way into the city. It was not long before she was at her favorite bookstore.

After all, we argued more than once in the past when she took her in-laws on trips and left me behind. A flicker of discomfort crossed her face. "Well then... Take care of yourself at home, okay? And if you're short on money, just tell me." I shook my head as I packed. "No need." It didn't take long to get everything together. Lisa hurried to call her husband over. "Brandon, drive Mom—" "No need. I'll get a cab myself." I cut her off, leaving no room for argument. With that, I walked straight out the door. Fireworks were going off downstairs, brilliant streaks tearing across the night sky, but none of their light could warm the cold settling in my chest.

Reynolds drove through the pouring rain with the wipers barely keeping up, the city lights bleeding across the windshield like smeared accusations. The USB drive sat on the passenger seat like a living thing, pulsing with every secret it carried. He had driven for hours trying to outrun the decision he had already made. Giving it to the girl. Letting her see the full truth. Watching her world crack open even wider than it already had.