Drive Ghost Novels & Stories

At a party hosted at our house, my husband sang a soul-stirring rendition of “Missing You Tonight". He poured his heart into it, his eyes misty and his voice raspy with emotion. I secretly recorded a video and posted it online. To my surprise, the video blew up. Hundreds of thousands of likes poured in, with the comment section overflowing with sympathy. Laughing, I handed my phone to my husband. “Jacob, you went viral.” The top-voted comment read: [Girl, I’m not one to stir up drama, but your husband looks like he’s nursing a broken heart.] I thought he’d just laugh it off with a half-hearted smile. Instead, he took the phone and looked me straight in the eye with dead seriousness. “Yo

He saw a living dead but tries to avoid it and successfully got into their garage. Jack chooses to drive the SUV pick up type so it can carry a lot of stuff he needs at the back of his car. He remotely open the doe of his garage unknowingly there was two living-dead hiding at the dark side of their garage and about to attack him but he hurriedly ride the car and start the engine.

I got up my seat picked up my bag and reluctantly made my way out once again checking her empty seat out. I and Jes were seated in our seats. Jes was doing something on her phone and I was driving us home but however my mind was still stuck at Amara.. Her crying face printed in my brain haunting me every second but what scared me most was Troy. He could be close to her and make her smile while I was the one hurting her every single time. I hated it.. I hated the distance between us.. but why? why do I even care.

Jax urged him to speak further. “Ghost communicators are small, self destructive machines that can be attached to anything made of any material. They are like small drones who make their way secretly to the receiver,” he answered. “They have only two buttons- a green and a red button. If you choose to help in a particular task, then we press the green button for a go ahead and the drone self destroys itself with no visible sparks or smoke but if for some reason we can’t take up the task , then we press the red button and the drone flies off to the nearest adulterator in the vicinity,” he disclosed in detail.

As soon as he exited, he set off in pursuit of Ares' vehicle. Observing Grey's car tailing him from the rearview mirror, Ares, driving at a leisurely pace, recognized the distinctive features of Grey's car. Intrigued, Ares thought, "Fascinating! He's intent on a direct confrontation." As a result, Ares stepped on the gas, skillfully weaving his car through traffic. Behind him, Grey replicated the maneuver, determined to maintain close proximity to Ares' vehicle.

Khalid shouted, taking the wheel from me and veering just before we’d collide with the lead car. Khalid leaned away from the open window as the cars scrapped against each other. As the driver of the other vehicle and Khalid glared at each other, I realized something. I didn’t recognize the driver and had no reason to, but what shocked me was he was not human! That’s a vampire! A fucking vampire is driving a guild car chasing us!? What The FUCK!?

The courtyard opens around us, the stone walls rising on three sides, the fourth opening onto the unpaved road and the gate and the darkness beyond. The sedan is waiting with its engine running, a dark shape in the courtyard light, and the driver is a man I have never seen. He does not look at me. He looks at the gate, at the road, at the capo holding my arm, and his face is the face of a man who is paid not to see the cargo he transports.

Marcus, the quiet guy from accounting leaned against the door, arms crossed, with a bitter smirk twisting his lips. “McAllen,” he said. “You’ve been looking real happy lately. I see you enjoy your late night with the boss.” My stomach dropped. “What the hell are you talking about?” He stepped closer, I could see the jealousy in his eyes. “ I saw you leaving the private elevator. Looking like a man whose ass has taken some cock. You’re not the first, you know. The Ghost destroys anyone who tries to get close. You’re just the latest toy.” “The Ghost?” I laughed it off, but my voice sounded shaky even to me. “Sounds like some movie legend bullshit.”

he whispered in her ear. “If you two are finished, I will get on with my speech,” The elder Dr Andrei glared at Madchen and Nick. “Sorry,” Nick sheepishly hung his head. Madchen straightened, trying to hide her anxiety. “Drago has just come back from a contracted tour overseas, where he treated wounded soldiers. I can assure you he is more than capable at doing his job,” Grigo eyed his audience, who hung on his every word. “Please give him a warm welcome, and give him a hand if he needs anything,”

Thaneos has killed himself in order to stop the death wolf from rising. Not able to stop the tears, Thora leans her head back on the wall. With the wailing child suddenly going silent in her arms. As if the child's sixth sense has sensed the loss of its parents. She looks down to see beautiful gray eyes looking back into her eyes.