Drive-by Book Novels & Stories

She continued to look down at the book, refusing to make eye contact. “How do you suppose your journal got there?” he asked. She looked him in the eye, doing her best to keep a straight face. “I was walking home last night, and I lost it somewhere. Maybe they found it.” He studied her. Finally, he said, “Maybe.” They stood there, in silence. “The weirdest thing of all,” he continued, “is that, before I went completely unconscious, I could have sworn I saw you there, standing over me, yelling at those guys to leave me alone….Isn’t that crazy?”

“Cy. Cy! Come here!” Speeding up his walk, he ended up sitting beside his friend as well. Then she showed him the book in her hand. “What is that?” Hera licked her lips before answering the query. “I saw this book in one of the stacks that the club was giving the freshmen.” “You liked it?” “No, it’s not because of that,” Hera answered. “It was written by a student from this school.” Learning that information, Cyril got a little interested in the book. Not because it was written by a student from the school but because the title seemed to be hiding something about the writer.

******* It's a long drive back home, with the sun rising when I'm so far from home but still, I enjoy the quiet time, I enjoy the me time. However, when I pull up into the driveway of my pack, I notice some off things. For one, I see a pool of blood on the ground somewhere as I drive in and when I finally park my car, things seem to only be getting worse. I see people walking around with bruises and bandages, people that didn't have them on earlier.

>POV: Blake I’m drіvіng аgаіn. It fееlѕ lіkе I ѕреnd half my life іn thіѕ саr. Drіvіng back аnd forth frоm Manhattan tо Brooklyn, and thrоugh kіllеr rush hour, іѕ a раіn. Luсkіlу, the car is comfortable.

The drive to the outskirts was a blurred streak of neon and adrenaline. Julian drove the vintage, reinforced black charger like a man possessed, his knuckles white against the leather-wrapped steering wheel. Every few miles, he’d check the rearview mirror, his jaw set in a grim line that spoke of old wars and new enemies. I sat in the passenger seat, the silver USB drive clutched so tightly in my hand that the metal edges bit into my palm.

Then, with a small exhale, he opened the diary once more and turned the page, ready to see what came next. _____ Episode 17 – My MILF The summer sun hung heavy over the suburban sprawl, glinting off the chrome of Brody’s beat-up pickup truck as he pulled into the driveway of the tidy split-level. It wasn’t his house. It was hers. Evelyn’s. He killed the engine, and the silence afterward felt thick and expectant. He’d been hired to repaint the deck, a simple job his landscaping boss had passed along. Brody, at twenty-four, was all sun-bleached hair, calloused hands, and a quiet intensity that seemed at odds with his menial labor. He grabbed his gear, his eyes drawn, as they always were, to th

The silver-gray sedan swallowed the miles of the Eastern Territories, its engine a low, rhythmic thrum that felt like a pulse beneath the floorboards. Outside, the world was a study in obsidian and indigo, lit only by the occasional flash of a highway lamp or the cold, distant glitter of the stars. In the passenger seat, Tanya felt the weight of the flash drive in her bag—six years of Onika’s life, six years of Antonio’s sins—resting against her hip. It felt like a ticking bomb, a physical manifestation of the countdown they were all living under.

Maybe I should get a pair, with corrective lenses. Jogging to the parking lot, I started my car just to turn on the air conditioning. While the car cooled down, I followed Dr. Bradley’s suggestion and searched for Tammy Duncan online. I didn’t find a website, but I did find her book, Seeing Red, on a popular book site. On impulse, I ordered a copy with express shipping. Maybe there would be a way to contact her inside the book. Frustrated at hitting another dead end, I put my phone away and shifted the car into reverse. But instead of smoothly backing out, there was a heavy thump, and the car rocked.

At this point almost all the men in the traffic were staring at Dimitri with wide eyes. Ramona's chest constricted a bit and a very unmasked scowl was on her face. "Traffic's clearing up. Let's move." Dimitri said. Ramona glared at him then started the car and began driving. "What was that about?" She asked, gritting her teeth. "What?" "Oh, cut the bullshit. You were shamelessly flirting with that girl in front of my—the middle of the road" Ramona corrected. Dimitri smirked as a thought came to him.