Drive Ghost Novels & Stories

With one drifting move, Shawn overtook the Mustang that was driving around the corner just a few meters from the finish line. The Mustang's driver was already optimistic that he would emerge victorious from the turn, at least until the flawless drifting action of the matte black GT-R erased any confidence in the Mustang's driver. In just a few seconds that seemed blurry to the eyes of the Mustang's driver, the GT-R managed to touch the finish line and greeted his victory with a twisting action using an amazing drift technique.

Drake Soon, the car came to a stop. The engine died slowly, the sound fading into a heavy silence that pressed against everything around us. “We need to take her to the underground facility,” Grey said. His voice was steady. Controlled. But I could hear it, the urgency beneath it. It was a good decision. Better than taking her anywhere outside. Safer. Hidden. Within the mansion.

And we went. The northern road left the estate through the maintenance gate and ran along the edge of the east wood before opening into the wider territory beyond. We took two cars Draco driving the first, Xavier the second and the headlights cut through the dark and the cold and the particular stillness of a night that had already held too much and was apparently not finished.

The door of the butcher shop flew open, and the butcher, Dan Craddock, and his apprentices came racing out, banging on the sides of the 4WD with their hands and screaming at the Van Helsings. Rhett was running before he thought about it, aware that Cameron and Connery were with him. Talen and Heath pulled ahead, reaching the 4WD first, and Heath sprung onto the bonnet, the suspension rocking under the impact of his weight. he drove his heel into the windscreen, creating a spiderweb pattern as the glass cracked. He kicked it again, before reaching through the hole that he’d created and grabbing the screaming Van Helsing driver by the flack vest that he wore and dragging him out through the br

I felt sad knowing we were leaving everyone behind until who knows when but I would do whatever it took to protect my pups. We drove for what felt like ever. I have to admit, the twists and turns along with the frequent bumps had me feeling pretty car sick by the time we arrived. Draven reached up and pushed what I thought was a simple piece of trim in the car but it opened revealing a panel of buttons. He pushed a few then before my eyes, the ground opened up! I watched amazed as the ground opened wider revealing a huge state-of-the-art garage. Draven smiled at me through the rearview mirror. He put the car in gear and drove into the opening. Once inside, he pressed another button and the g

We shoved into the truck—a matte-black Jeep Gladiator Apocalypse Hellfire with the engine of a war god and the soul of a demon. I dropped Ingrid beside me and slammed the door. Smoke curled in the side mirrors. Blood on the tires. Sniper flashes behind us, fading. We didn’t speak. I just drove—fast, brutal—leaving the cabin behind in burning ruin. Destination? The Grey House. Temporarily. It’s out of order. Empty. Unsafe. But it’s off-grid. We’ll vanish. We'll reset. And while the whole world watches their fucking Network footage, I’ll be planning our next move. I saw the camera drones. The sneaky live feeds. Probably Christopher Bishop’s people. Trying to record me like some rabid circus an

She then started the car on seeing Cynthia nod. Drake reached the underground parking lot and ran his eyes through the entire place but didn't see what he wanted to see. "Damn." He rubbed his chin in frustration, "what am I even doing?." He walked back trying to understand what he thought he was doing chasing a girl who didn't even know him. As he walked out if the garage, he spotted a red cardillac Escalade leave the garage and enter the traffic. As he stood and watched it disappear, he tried getting his eyes off but couldn't. "Have you been feeling well today?" Jeffery's voice came from behind him.

The only sound was the constant thump of birds and the pounding of hearts. "There's someone standing in the road!" the driver cried. The RV jerked to the side to avoid hitting the person in the middle of the highway. They'd been forced to slow down because of the lack of visibility, but they were still going too fast to bring the vehicle to a stop. Amber grabbed the wheel and forced the RV back into the lane, keeping the man directly in their path. "It's him," she said darkly. "It's daytime, so he's alone. Run him down." She turned and gave Emily a cruel smile.

EPISODE 126.. SUBTITLE; A night to remember.. "Boss! The brakes ain't working!" His nose was Also bleeding which only means one thing.. Poison. their car has been hacked and Godvric can't seem to make it stop.. He tried stopping the car but it was an automatic car and couldn't come to a stop. "Boss! You're bleeding!" Godvric when he saw the pale look on Xavier's face and the bleeding didn't seem to stop..

Until now. Shifting into drive, I hit the gas a little harder than intended. Gravel tumbles underneath the tires, keeping me from moving for a second before the Volvo takes off. I manage to turn around, easing up on the gas and finally hitting pavement to pass the cemetery gates. It's still pitch black outside but I'm beyond positive it shouldn't be. I've been gone for hours. This is insane. Nothing makes sense. The Watchman. My dead brother-at least I think it's him-back from the dead.