Drive Me Crazy Novels & Stories

He was toying with me, trying to drive him crazy for what I did to him and his friends and he was succeeding. After almost 30 minutes of driving recklessly like that, I could feel myself about to throw up, my heart was pounding too much and everything was just... "You want me to slow down, right?" I nodded. "So earn it." What? "Have yot run mad?" I couldn't help it, "you're trying to get us into an accident and you want me to do something to make you stop this madness?" "I guess you're enjoying it then." Then he picked up speed again till the car was practically flying. It was too much for me. My stomach was turning. I could feel the ground slipping away from beneath me.

so I snatched the pen from his hands making him frown. "What the hell is wrong with you sugar.." I glare at him, "exactly my question what the hell is wrong with you, can't you sit quite for sometime.. you are driving me crazy.." and that jerk smirked.. "well there are many other ways via which I can drive you crazy babe.." he said in a suggestive tone and I face palmed myself.

I curse off, watching the heavy wind swerve. The cold breeze stings deeply, clinging to my skin, while I shut over the window blends, sealing me off, into my own car. A last clash sends the rains thudding. A heavy rush flooding my screens, it covers every bit of sight I see, until I get to pull my wipes. “Fuck” I mumble, watching drops litter my screen. I hate driving in stormy weather. It troubles me.

"I think I knocked the engine out. The repair guy was telling me on the phone that I might have to get a new one, and I told him that if I thought I could afford a new engine, then I'd just get a new car. So far so good, I haven't bought a new car yet." "Let me drive you home." She lives all the way across town, it'd take her hours to get back home if she drove me. "Nope." "It's so inconvenient, and it's pretty late too." "I'll be fine." Honestly, the inconvenience is the least of my worries. I'm more afraid of meeting creeps. Early this year, I met a self-proclaimed vampire with fangs that dropped soon after his announcement. It was such a shame because he wanted to turn me into one too. No

“Aariz, you’re overthinking. Please, it wasn’t anything—” “Overthinking?” His laugh was hollow, bitter. He slowed the car and pulled into the driveway of the Pataudi mansion with a sudden jerk. The tires screeched against the gravel. He killed the engine, then turned to her fully, his body looming even in the cramped space.

I’ve got a long drive ahead of me, so I blare the playlist I made last night to destress on the drive, knowing I’d be about at the end of my rope by the time the wedding was over. I’m about halfway through my drive, trying like hell to figure out where I’m supposed to turn and pissed because there’s no fucking cell service in whatever podunk town I’ve found myself in. Right when I don’t think this day can get any worse, I hear the sound that every driver dreads—a loud pop that has me swerving all over the damn road as I try to get my car under control. “Fucking hell!” I yell, pulling over to the side.

Christian "Will you please drive a little faster?", I yell at the cab driver as I can't be able to find Ivanna on call. Her number is unreachable and Auntie's also. My heart is pounding with all the negative thoughts. I keep trying her number. "Please drive faster or else let me drive", I am literally out of control. I just hope she is fine. Anxiety is taking over me with every passing second. I'm trying my best to erase all the negative thoughts from my mind but all are in vain. If something happens to her again, I'll literally go crazy, I'll lose my senses.

"I won't meet you on Kitay-Gorod because you don't exist... I'm just sick… "You have no choice, you must test your hypothesis, or sooner or later you will go mad, and then you will really need a psychiatrist." - Okay, I'll try...in the end I have nothing to lose. At least I'll know I'm definitely sick. "You're all right, I'll explain. "Will you tell me your number?"… "You won't need it!"

You’re driving me crazy. ‘So impatient.’ A sexy smile hovering on his mouth, Damian shifted over her and curved her leg behind his back. ‘I’m going to torture you with pleasure,’ he murmured against her mouth, ‘until you’re mindless and begging—’‘I’m begging now.’ Her gaze collided with his and every bone in her body melted under the fire in his eyes. ‘It’s you. You make me—crazy.’

I'm so damn angry, never been humiliated this much, in my entire life. I turned on the ignition, and revised the car, before driving out of the compound, and in the next few minutes, I was on my way, driving back to the company. I keep huffing and hitting my hands on the steering wheel angrily, as I drove down the road, I just couldn't bring myself to getting everything he said, off my head, he dared to call me a thing, a lunatic. If only he knows how crazy I can be, I'm sure he wouldn't think of messing with me.