Drive-by Book Novels & Stories

Blood splattered across the floor. "No! No!" I screamed, clapping my hands over my mouth, but my cry was loud enough. The wolves turned, their lethal eyes zeroing in on me. I bolted toward the window, pushing it open and diving out. I hit the ground running, ignoring the sting of my wounds, but fear clouded every step. Evelyn’s lifeless face haunted my mind, her blood staining the memory.

"I just experienced your entire childhood collection of questionable food preferences. I think I'm scarred for life." "Focus on the ledgers, your aristocratic highness," Zeyric shot back, though his own cheeks flushed slightly as he reached into the open box and pulled out the topmost leather-bound book. He flipped the cover open, the pages yellowed and cramped with neat, ruthless handwriting. "Look at this. Dates, payment amounts, names of street enclaves in the Sunken Market... and right here, the exact tally of student life-force siphoned from the core during the last mid-term exams."

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

RIVEN BLACKWOOD POV Hazel brought her head down, her eyes clenching shut, and I drove out of the garage at full speed. Fury raged in my chest, the feeling burning up my lungs as they opened fire from all sides. I swerved hard, my car hitting those at the side, before accelerating forward. Their cry of pain did nothing to ease my rage as I drove over those who couldn't make it out of my way in time. The crunch of their bones and flesh as it shattered under the car's tires filled my ears.

“Can you walk us through what happened that day? Start from the beginning, please.” I take a deep breath, the memory of that day crashing over me like a wave. “I was driving,” I begin, my voice low but clear. “It was late afternoon, and I was on my way to a meeting. I took the back road near the estate because it’s quieter. Then, out of nowhere, two cars pulled in front of me, blocking the road. They were black SUVs, tinted windows. I couldn’t see who was inside at first. I slowed down, thinking maybe it was an accident or something, but then…” I pause, my fingers curling into the blanket as the fear creeps back. “A man got out of one of the cars. He told me to get out of my car. I tried to

"Do you know how to drive, Drey? I thought you were going to enroll in driving lessons?" My eyes drifted on Rustov. His lips pursed into a grim line. He wasn't looking at me anymore. He's seriously staring at the glass of liquor in front of him. "Kirk visited. He just taught me a little bit to drive. We're not dating or having any sort of intimate relationship." "I thought you were mad there?" and Janice. "Oh, I heard it's a playboy! Maybe it's just like his frantic brother," Enzo said. "That was just nothing. He just passed by because Ate asked for something."

I lay on my side, seething, breathing hard, hair sticking to my face. Three of them sat opposite me—sweaty, bruised, completely out of breath. “I hate this job,” one whispered. Would you consider tbis a job? Kidnapping people and tying them up is now considered a job? Well color me surpised. Where do I sign up? The driver snarled, “Shut up and check if she’s bleeding.” The man closest to me reached cautiously. I bit him. “AHH—FUCK—SHE BIT ME!”

My hands refused to let go of the seat, my knuckles pale. Then the car turned down a winding road flanked with towering cypress trees, and my heart began to hammer. At the end of the road stood a massive wrought-iron gate, black and cold as the grave. It creaked open with agonizing slowness, as if daring me to turn back before it closed again. But I didn’t. I couldn’t. Once the gates clanged shut behind us, I knew the truth, there was no way out.

Her brother shook his head sadly. She wiped her tears away. “Carlos was never going to let us go. He had grandiose plans to take over this city. Do you know what was on those flash drives? The Bratva’s bank accounts and the billions of dollars they control. Carlos and his no good friends were going to steal the money and force them to hand over this territory. He was going to start a war no one could…win for money.”

Our eyes meet, and for half a second, the world goes quiet. “I will drive,” he says. It isn’t a question, it's a command, I just nod, because I can’t trust my voice and follow him to his car. The drive is suffocating. Not because it’s loud, but because it isn’t. The city lights blur past the windows, red and white streaks cutting through the darkness. Andre’s hands grip the steering wheel like it’s the only thing keeping him grounded. His jaw is tight, his eyes locked on the road.