Drive Ghost Novels & Stories

Ghost doesn't exist and evil spirits obviously doesn't exist either. ******

Dad increased the speed again, he was now faster than before and i was afraid we could have an accident. As the car was cruising very fast, we suddenly saw a dead body lying on the road, Dad hooted to see if it was going to move or it was really dead and it didn't move , it was really dead. Dad forced the car to stop before we smashed it , the car stopped immediately with full force and the Tyres were almost ready to burn. We both got out of the car to see who or what it was, we had no idea if it was an animal or a human body. The lights of the car went off, i took the torch i used to scare away the attacker at the creepy farm house.

V. Drax strolled toward his car in the underground garage, softly humming a tune to himself when the overhead fluorescent lights began to flicker. He glanced up at the erratic lighting but kept walking, trying to ignore the eerie sensation that had gripped him. The previous night, a man had nearly strangled him in his sleep. Drax had fought back, but the intruder was unusually strong and strangely scentless, dressed entirely in black. The intruder had vanished out of his window when Drax raised an alarm.

"Its a surprise." Avatia's eyes widened in excitement. "A surprise?" Draya nodded. "Yupppp. And this is gonna be fun. Let's get going." She said as she pulled Avatia towards the black 2019 Rolls-Royce Ghost EWB she spotted. The car number was the exact same one Dreidan had told her would be waiting for her. Of course, the guy's cars always stood out from the rest. "That's our ride?" Avatia asked, the excitement increasing. "First a private jet, and now such a beautiful car? Woahh, I didn't know you were so rich."

I passed through the hallway and grabbed a key fob off the wall—Axel’s black Aston Martin. I slid into the driver’s seat, started the engine, and pressed the gate release. If he wanted to control me, he’d have to catch me first. And Lyra Russell? She was about to learn that some ghosts don't forgive… and they sure as hell don’t forget. “Ma’am, please—” “Move, Baron.” “Mrs. Blackwood, the boss—” “I don’t care what Axel said.” My grip on the steering wheel tightened as I reversed out of the garage like the Aston Martin was an extension of my fury. The driveway lights blinked red as the gate started to close ahead of me, and I pressed my foot hard on the gas pedal.

Ding. The elevator doors glided open to reveal a deserted, dimly lit underground parking lot. Darren walked with long, heavy strides, his breath catching in ragged gasps as he yanked open the door of his sports car and threw his muscular frame behind the steering wheel. He ignited the monster engine, letting the predatory roar of the exhaust shatter the silence of the concrete garage, before slamming the accelerator pedal straight into the floorboards. The pitch-black vehicle launched out of the luxury complex like a bullet, severing through the capital city's deserted streets as a torrential midnight downpour began to assault the metropolis.

The cemetery was the best place because tombstones and dead bodies don’t talk, move and neither do they have the ability to inform the authorities. The Drifter froze after walking into the cemetery with the moonlight illuminating his muscular figure. He turned around and bolted the large gate with the German padlock hanging from its handle. When he was through, he turned around to face Ara who was 20metres away from him. The unfortunate driver that had driven him to Ara’s apartment before he blew the place was lying dead in the trunk of his cab 2kilometres away from the cemetery.

"Please listen to me. Those beings are truly... idiotic. Just calm down and follow my instructions. Trust me." The green being infront of her started to grunt. It spoke of something she couldn't understand. ❇❇❇ The orc had just finished swooping down the last soul from the gas station. He and his comrade, Schnek were incharge of this whole area. As he was about to walk forward, he saw a figure slumping down a few steps away from him. "A normal!" "Lucky me," he thought as he licked his lip. "Another soul added to my capsule."

He remember making love with her when he was drunkard, Owino left to go wait for them, he wanted some alone time with Angela, he wanted to clarify his doubts. He drove around searching for a Sabbath church but did not find, went home tired and disturbed. He didn’t tell anyone where he was leaving to. He screeched his car on the entrance, he didn’t hoot his horns, the maids were not around, opened his door and opened the gate for himself.

I wolfed the food down not realising how hungry I was until now. As soon as the sun had gone down we packed the car up, now you would think that with Asher being a vampire that he would want an inconspicuous car but no not this vampire he was driving around in a bright yellow Lamborghini. Which also meant that no matter which way we travelled it was going to be a lot faster than what I was used to.