Drive-by Book Novels & Stories

Compared to her glamorous fur coat and high heels, I probably looked filthy and pathetic in her eyes. She let out a quiet laugh, her tone full of contempt. "Are you the only driver who has made it through the mountain's 72 winding turns unharmed? Do you have any idea that the 50 million dollars I'm offering is enough to buy 100 lives like yours?" I said nothing and smoked in silence. The driver's side door opened, and Elias stepped out. His gaze swept across me. His expression was calm, but he still carried the same air of superiority.

With that she smile and I took her to the bathroom and quickly let her have her shower and get her dress for school because its getting late and I have to get to my store too. I made her pancakes with warm milk before she head off to school. Carlos hired a driver to carry Cassie and I wherever we want to go out since I had a minor accident and hurt my foot a little but he took it as a big deal so am not allowed to drive. I open the door and took her to the car but I didn't saw Caleb the driver. I was going for my phone to phone him when a tall guy walked up to the car in black suit. His hair is black and low cut and clean shave, he has fair complexion and dark brown eyes and very handsome. I

The city roared with the shattering of car windows, a whirlwind of vibrant neon lights, and shadowy streets that seemed to exist in stark contrast to the serene sanctuary of Catalina’s home. Her heart quickened as she relived the whirlwind of moments that had led her into this haunting reality. The unforgiving leather seats dug into her back, a stark reminder of the unyielding nature of her life. Inside the car, she was surrounded by an oppressive silence, heavy and binding like chains.

Avina. The woman who once destroyed empires, who bent kings and warriors to her will, who walked through fire and left kingdoms in ruin. I had not seen her in this life, not truly, but in my blood there was memory, and in those memories her face was carved like a flame into stone, my hand trembled as I reached for the book that bore her mark, the crest of fire and ash burned into its leather cover. I opened it, and the past bled into the present.

before starting the SUV again. ***** We are at a motel in this little town, Drax had gone to meet the neighboring wolf pack and I had just come out of the shower, he said, "We were spending the night and then going back in the morning." I had ordered food and sat down on the bed to message Ryker to tell him about our little road trip and let my kids know that I would be back the next day. I heard the doorbell and I opened the door paying the delivery guy, he asked if I was alone, which was odd, he even smelled odd too, so I said, "No, my husband is in the shower," and shut the door. I was watching TV when I heard the door and it was Drax, he was drinking the last of his blood bags and said,

So he took advantage of being home on sick leave and spent whole days on his laptop, searching the Internet across the globe for the most reliable sources possible. Maria, after long conversations with her husband and Miguel, let herself be persuaded and promised that she would find some way to contact Nadir, but the search was more difficult than she thought. Firstly, Maria didn't know exactly what to look for, and secondly, where, after all, she didn't know anyone interested in something like black magic and summoning demons. But one night the answer came to her by itself, in a dream in which Maria saw quite clearly the book she was looking for and a spell that would help her contact the c

But he would find out, because he was Venator, a state-approved hunter whose job it was to get the prole plague under control. For five tense minutes Gian drove the car through the streets with a lead foot. Fortunately, he knew his way around this part of town very well and so it was easy for him to find the address. However, he stared at the proper roadside parking. He just stopped across the front of the house and then they just had to follow the screams. Maddox just took the time to rush to the trunk and get his hunting rifle when he followed Gian across the driveway of a local family house.

Chapter 2: The Sacrifice Alessio Vitale stared out the tinted window of the black SUV, watching the Manhattan lights blur into streaks of red and gold. Rain streaked the glass like tears, but his eyes were dry. He’d used up all his tears years ago. The driver didn’t speak. Neither did the two armed men in the front seat. Vitale soldiers—one last escort before they handed him over like a neatly wrapped package. He almost laughed at the absurdity of it.

I had no idea what I would find once I got to Reading and I fucking hoped that this Grim, whoever he was, wasn’t some Prospect that got my sister drunk just to have his way with her. By the time I parked my car in front of their bar, my hands were shaking and I was on the verge of pulling my gun out and just shooting the motherfucker. Wrath would be pissed but I’d deal with him. I didn’t blame him, bikers were a different breed and this was not how I thought my sister would end up. What kind of life would she have with this man, if he was worthy enough of her and I doubted he would be. Dominic was going to fucking kill me. He was going to be pissed and I couldn’t blame him. This had happened

As he looked at the evidence on the floor, he recalled Rita's deranged smile and Elisa's final calm yet despairing face. Finally, he understood what he had lost. It wasn't the business or family prestige. It was his only biological daughter. Moreover, it was all his fault. Outside, the night deepened. City lights flickered on, one by one, like countless indifferent eyes watching their broken family. A distant gunshot echoed. It was muffled. It sounded like the victim had their mouth stuffed shut. It was the Neri family's law—the execution of a traitor. Rita was dead. However, Elisa had also died. Some mistakes could never be fixed, and some losses could never be recovered.