Drive Halsey Novels & Stories

Rosa couldn't explain her feelings she was just speechless. "I... Please don't reject me, really." Dylan added. Then something crashed into him. It was the woman's soft body. Rosa hugged him. "I thought it it was a one side crush. You should have confessed earlier!", She said. Dylan hugged her back. " I'm sorry for making you wait!" ******* The family of three went on a trip to the country side to visit a beach. Mia had packed a picnic basket and Chris was excited. He had cruised on his yacht but had never really went on a picnic on a beach.

“Doing better but she wants to leave for a bit. I think all the memories are bad for her. And she needs you” “I’ll come. I don’t know how but I will get to you guys. Killer needs me” “No Hailstorm. Um… that’s why I called you. We’re coming” If it was even possible, Hayley’s eyes somehow turned into even bigger saucers, “Really!?” “She’s adamant about it. I’ve talked to the idiots here and they say we can come through. I don’t know Hailstorm, I think it’ll help. She needs the escape. She needs you”

Zeus, I and Azrael were affected by it the most, somehow thwarted because none of us expected her to be this broke on this inside. She was the one who stabbed Zeus after all, who killed hundreds of people, who knew she’d do something to herself. I thought she loved her life; she loved whatever life offered her. “I'm talking about Halsey…” he again broke the silence in a low voice. “I don’t want to talk about her…” I replied straight forwardly, I guess this is the right thing to do. Days went by, we waited for a sign while we were drowning in our sorrows, and I went out to reduce the stress, to drown myself in a deep… deep… deepest ocean of guilt.

I respond. I’m ready, jeez.” Halsey annoyedly says as she walks towards us wearing a mini red dress. “You are aware it’s raining outside?” I ask. Halsey only giggles. “Do you like it? Dean bought it for me last weekend.” I roll my eyes and lead the way to my car, the others following close behind. >>>

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.

Excitement and curiosity filled her voice. I looked down and smiled. I looked up and gave an assuring nod. “I'll drive you there so just be ready by 8pm.” She stepped back and left with a disarming smile. That smile. I love seeing her like this. I haven't seen her being so happy about something for almost years. I'll make sure that she is happy now that she's with me now. I'll protect her no matter what happens. That Noah fucking Moore can never touch her. “Woah, you're punctual. Like always.” She said, when I opened the car door and was about to get in.

“Cause I see the truth somewhere in your eyes....” Natalie was driving to college complete, her eyes held the same calmness and her face was expressionless just like usual. She parked her car and right next to hers was the familiar black Ferrari. She almost groaned but held it in.

She had been interrupted by a maid from her daydream. Cassandra nervously looked at her feet "Forgive me, my lady." She said as she scurried back into the kitchen. She took a sip and mused at herself. She was about taking another sip before she heard a loud knock. Another knock resonated on the door again. "Will somebody get the door?" Lydia shouted. Leandra hurried towards the door. She had a white scarf tied around her head but some of her dark hair escaped the ends of the scarf. Her apron was neatly worn above her burgundy dress. Leandra finally reached the great double doors. She gently pulled the doors open.

But desperate times…. Her complaints were short-lived when a familiar upbeat song chipped in on the overhead speakers. And just like that, Hayley Davenport busted out her chacha moves she learned from years of experience, I, on the other hand, bounced to the music, downing as much rum as I could. My eyes never left Daniel as he hacked off that poor girl's ear. He chuckled. I bet he was hearing just the right words from his flavor of the week. I'd like to snatch that smirk off his face and wipe the floor with it.

Impossible. The man who hit my car and ruined my life. Greyson Devereux.