Drive Ghost Novels & Stories

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.

After we finished eating, we moved over to the pool area to relax, settling into lounge chairs with cold umbrella cocktails in hand. Maybe the whole experience at the resort had shifted something in Grace, because after a while of quiet conversation and slow sips, she began to open up. She told me how her family had been struggling financially. Her husband was currently unemployed, even though he had been accepted by one of the companies he applied to. The problem was that they still hadn't given him a clear starting date, and in the meantime, the bills kept piling up. On top of that, one of her children was supposed to start grade school soon, and she really wanted her to attend a private s

Bob intervened, nudging Tom’s foot under the table to signal him to stop. "Well, I hope this case is resolved quickly. Excuse me," Stuard said. He stood abruptly and marched out of the station, his face a mask of irritation. *** Stuard drove off, unaware that Drex was watching from the rooftop of the police station. Driven by a sharp curiosity, Drex began to shadow the vampire’s car from above. He leaped from building to building, his pace easily rivaling the speed of the vehicle below. He was no mere wolf; he was a Lycan, possessed of power far beyond human imagination. He watched as Stuard’s car pulled over in a narrow alley, where the man disappeared into a dilapidated, shabby tenement.

Eros raised the corner of his left lip. Did he smile? Eros? “All right, I asked, do ghost drive a car?” I shook my head. Which super-smart ghost can drive a sports car? “Then I’m not a ghost. I’ll take you.” 🍁 Happy Reading 🍁 I’m afraid that right now, I would hate you. But there is a sense of emptiness in my heart. — Apple Leaf

Intrigued by this mysterious girl with silver hair and ember eyes, he resolved to get to know her better. Offering her a ride was his way of extending an olive branch, an invitation into his world. At first, Aqua hesitated, politely declining his offer. But as the heavens opened up and rain began to pour down in torrents, her resolve softened, and she accepted. The moment she climbed into his truck, Damon couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement. The old Chevy pickup may have seen better days, but to Damon, it was more than just a vehicle—it was a symbol of his roots, a connection to his past. He drove it with pride, a tribute to his uncle, who had passed away. His uncle was the only one

Everything blurred. Blood. Smoke. Pain. And then— Stillness. Upside down. The smell of gasoline. Somewhere, Gerald groaned. The driver wasn’t moving. Draven tried to breathe— Pain shot through his ribs. Warm liquid trickled down his forehead into his eyes. He forced them open. Through the cracked windshield— He saw the truck. Driving away. Slowly. Calmly. Like nothing had happened. Like they had just crushed a can on the road.

Jayce's hands tightened slightly on the wheel, a motion small enough that neither of his brothers noticed it. "Ghost," he said, keeping his voice carefully neutral. "Remind me again what's special about him." Both boys turned to look at him with near-identical expressions of disbelief, the specific outrage of teenagers encountering an adult's catastrophic ignorance of something obviously important. "Jayce," Jayden said, like the name itself was an accusation. "Ghost is the best driver the circuit has ever had. Like, ever. He went four years undefeated and then just — vanished. Nobody knew why. Some people say he got caught by the cops and did time somewhere quiet, some people say he made eno