Drive Halsey นิยาย & เรื่องราว

There was a woman, probably in her late forties. “Do you have any allergies?” I shook my head. “We usually have breakfast and dinner together so starting from tomorrow try not to miss any. Kenna, get her something to eat and Rosetta left some medicine for you. They're on the counter.” Helena said before walking out. With enthusiasm, Kenna pointed at the variety of food on the counter. “Aren’t your leg hurt? Have a seat?” My eyes darkened with suspicion. I didn't know why she was being nice.

I stare at the table until I’m sure my eyes aren’t burning. “Hey, Steele,” Amanda sings. She’s in the middle of the table, perfectly poised to be the center of attention. Her cheeks are pink from the tequila, and her smile widens. “Amanda,” he greets her, then turns to Jack. “Hey, buddy. Have you met our newest left wing?” He and Jack slap hands and bump fists. I finally glance up and realize that Steele isn’t alone. The blood drains out of my face. He stands beside Steele, looking like… like nothing ever happened? Impossible. The man who hit my car and ruined my life. Greyson Devereux.

He walked out of the airport with three guards surrounding him. He noticed me before he put his sunglasses on. When he got to the black Mercedes-Benz, which stood one car further away from us, the driver opened the back door and before he got in he looked at me. For some reason, I felt butterflies in my stomach. He smiled at me and got in his car. I looked away and began breathing heavily. Delilah noticed my panicking and approached me. "You okay?" She wrapped one hand around me. I nodded. "Yeah, I just got caught off guard." She nodded and we got in the car. We drove off as I twisted the gold ring I had on my index finger.

Chander's sudden interruption brought her back. "Miss Hila, let me help you take care of the other eleven." She didn't feel light headed or drunk anymore. "Why would you help me? You are in no position to gain anything from their deaths and if you are, just shut it and consider yourself lucky that your competition just got lower." She took off the robe and was left covered by a tiny sleeveless navy blue dress that barely covered even half her thighs. The pair of linen dolphin shorts of the same color loosely swayed as she moved towards him.

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.

The thought of his sick wife pierced through his heart, he navigated through a faster route and caught up with the hack Everly rode on, with a brief tilt of her head, her eyes sat on the image of the masked man. “Argh!” she blurted out, the hack driver instantly stepped on the break, she jerked forward and hit her head against the driver's seat, her face turned pallid, as she bent down and hid her face in between her legs. “Is he after me? Why does he want to take my life?” The masked man gazed at the hack, fortunately for her, it had tinctured Windows. He sped off and left Everly to wrestle with her thoughts.

“Enough already, Harvey! You’re a perfect fit?” “Mandy did reject Prince York, but what did that tell you? That you’re a perfect fit for her because you have no money?” “No, that simply meant that Mandy isn’t a gold digger. You’re even less of a fit because of her etiquette.” “And she had another reason to reject Prince York!” Even if Halsey was a vigorous woman, she had grown quite bashful at this point. Harvey looked at her with a face full of curiosity. Halsey looked around, then only replied when she made sure that no one was around to hear her, “My idol is the head coach of the Sword Camp! Prince York is most likely him!”

Halsey buckled the seatbelt and placed his hands on the steering wheel, waiting for Shana to say something. "Thank you Halsey" Shana smiled. Halsey returned the smile," No problem". She then started driving. They drove to Shana's house, Halsey making sure that Shana stayed in her passenger seat. Halsey helped Shana out of her seat, carried her bridal style, and brought her inside the house. She placed Shana on the couch. Shana was sleeping peacefully, looking cute in her tank tops. "Hey sleepyhead", Halsey whispered, lightly rubbing Shana's arm.

After a thirty minutes drive, she was in front of a bar named "Nameless'. Weird. It wasn't a soundproofed bar so the noises of happy drunks could be heard from the outside. Once she got stamped and entered, she spotted a girl waving crazily at her from where she sat at the bar just when a band's time ended. Another set climbed the stage to do their thing. The supportive crowd continued to cheer them on. Just a typical bar. Alcohol, cigarettes, and sweat scents were the first things to greet her. She stopped in her tracks to analyze the girl who wouldn't stop waving at her. Their eyes met and she recognized those gorgeous hazels. Damn. She wore rugged high-waist denim knicker shorts with a lo

Dream cars do exist, and they are in her garage. I took a glance at Hilary. Her face and body edging into enough starlight for me to see her beautiful eyes were seriously nailed at the main road. I am not a bisexual and mostly not a lesbian. I appreciate the beauty that was made by god. How lucky I am to have her as my best friend!? I comfortably seat and keep my gaze at the rare view mirror.