Drive-by Book 소설 & 이야기

I tightened my grip and replied calmly, “Don’t worry. Even if I strangle a piece of trash like you with my bare hands, those snipers won’t be able to stop me. Trust me—I’m no rookie either.” I raised my voice, locking eyes with him. “Still haven’t figured out what to say to save your pathetic life?” Suddenly, sirens blared in the distance. Dozens of vehicles were pulling up. Nathan, his voice hoarse and cracked, screamed, “You’re done for! They’re here now—just wait for the bullets! Mr. Andy Stormbringer will never let you live!” I clenched my hand even harder. But how could I let him die so easily?

Caleb flew over the Manhattan night sky, Sera trailing behind him, and as he dove lower, flying over the Bronx, he could see, with his vampire vision, the details of what was happening on the streets below. It was mayhem. Humans were fighting humans, stores were being looted, cars were piled up in the streets. It looked as if a war had broken out.

"Did you set a fire just to get me out of there?" Riley laughed and pulled her mom toward her blue Subaru WRX sport. "I wish!" she giggled, amusement shining in her eyes. "Keys," she demanded, sticking out her hand. Cilia handed over the keys without further comment and went around to the passenger side. Like her father, Riley always drove. She'd been driving since before she was old enough for a license. Cilia was long past complaining about who drove her car, as long as she got to where she was going. She relaxed into her seat as Riley reversed out of the parking spot and pulled sharply onto the road. Riley made a point of ignoring the men surrounding the flaming Audi.

I could easily continue our arrangement, indefinitely. I knew that the preventative would be arriving at any moment from his mystery researcher. Once that came, our arrangement would end. Since I wasn’t eager to stop things, I didn’t bother to press the issue of the preventative’s whereabouts. Although, I knew that I’d have to take it sooner rather than later. Even so, I held my breath every time he came while I waited for him to produce it. It was late afternoon when I received a call from Dr. Amy Lansbury. She was in crisis mode. There was an epidemic amongst the vampire kingdom and she lacked the manpower to give the proper medical care. The good doctor was actually calling upon me t

Xayne replied. . . . The Ferrari Dino 246 GTS could be seen racing through the lonely road and the ray from the headlight leading the way. "You should reduce your speed Xayne". "I'm driving off my sorrows and pain friend". "Don't drive to death then". She warned and saw the book poking out from Xayne's pocket. She pulled it out and scoffed seeing that it was the blood stained book. "What are you still doing with book?". She asked.

“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!”