Drive Halsey Novels & Stories

“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 exclaimed, "Oh my godess it's in four months time" carly exclaimed on her own,"details girl details" ari squeaked, "well I was about to go in details-" she froze and after that Zayn entered the kitchen along with alpha Archie and colton, as if Carly was controlled by a remote she jumped out of the island area chair and she was on Zayn's arms in less than a second,

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.

Or maybe they were too much alike that they couldn't bear each other's presence. He shifted his attention to me. "Oh. This is Xander Hayes. My driver, he started here a couple weeks after you left." She nodded politely. "Nice to meet you Mr. Hayes." "Likewise Ms. Monroe." She stretched out that perfectly thin hand to me. And the moment our hands touched, I regretted it. The contact was like a vice grip to my heart and my eyes flicked to hers. If she felt anything she did a great job of keeping it hidden. I cleared my throat. Anything more shameless than mowing down an unsuspecting girl with your eyes, it was doing it next to her father.

Just present, which is what this moment needs from him and which he seems to understand without being told. “Are you alright,” he says, quietly enough that only I hear it. “I keep being asked that,” I say. “Because we keep meaning it.” I look at him sideways. Something in my chest does the thing it has been doing, that quiet and unnamed settling, and I let it happen without cataloguing it. Halsey arrives at seven forty-three. She comes through the front door with Reth two steps behind her, and she takes in the kitchen — the documents on the table, Sera, Edrin, Talia, Bowen in his dressing gown with his tea — and she does not comment on any of it. She looks at me.