Drive Me Crazy Novels & Stories

I was very certain I had no feelings for Diana but I don't know why I can't get her off my mind. I stepped into my brown tinted Mercedes Benz. I was bothered, worried, empty, restless and uneasy. I could barely concentrate on anything or anyone. "Good morning sir.... you were scheduled for a meeting this morning" my driver uttered politely with his eyes set on me through the drivers mirror. He stared at me for a while. "Well? Fucking drive!" I ordered and he ignited the engine immediately. The fuck is wrong with you all. I'm not in the mood for your fucking greetings. Just take me to where I need to be. I don't need your fucking good mornings

I couldn’t see anything. All I saw was blue, there was nothing, not even Death, it was like I was floating in the sky. I inhaled and exhaled trying to calm myself down but it made things worse. I could feel my nerves, I couldn’t let that monster get away, I am surely gonna get him, he was going to pay one way or the other. With that thought it was like gasoline was poured into the flames around me as they burnt like wild flames. “I am gonna get rid of you !!.” I screamed though I couldn’t see anyone that didn’t stop me from feeling the rage. Was I going crazy??.

Sage I drove back like a madman, the car’s engine roaring louder than my thoughts. The roads blurred past. Red lights I barely stopped for. Horns I ignored. My heart hammered against my ribs the entire way, a frantic, uneven rhythm that matched the panic clawing up my throat. Eve.

maybe he let me do it because he was controlled by lust. Oh, damn it! "Grace, you're driving me crazy!" My curse ruffled my hair. *****

Happy. I couldn’t watch anymore. I climbed back into the truck. Slammed the door. Reversed fast. Tires spun on gravel. I peeled out of the driveway without looking back. One hand gripped the steering wheel so tight my knuckles turned white. The other fist pressed hard against my chin. My jaw clenched. My breathing came out rough and uneven. I drove fast, like a madman. My vision blurred. Not from tears. From anger. From something I couldn’t control.

There was no expression on her face, but her eyes were filled with so many mixed emotions that they looked like a fog that could not be dispersed. I suddenly rose to my feet and rushed toward her like a madman. I roared, "You can hate me all you want! Do whatever you want to me! But what did my mother ever do to you? Why would you destroy her last bit of hope like this?!" The rainwater and my tears ran together, blurring everything before my eyes. I cried out hoarsely, "Jasmine, don't you love seeing me like this? Broken and pathetic? Well, now you've got what you wanted! Are you finally satisfied?!"

I was using my own way to protect her, and I was using the most hurtful words and the most vicious method to get her out alive from that hellhole. "No… that's not possible…" Sean turned pale as he mumbled, "He's crazy. Don't be tricked by him, Kyra!" Sean's voice became increasingly loud, and he was almost shouting by the end of his sentence, "He's just trying to get you to let your guard down. He wants you in pain! That's his real objective!" Kyra ignored him as she continued staring at the scene in front of her. The image jumped again, and the scene had now changed to me being dumped into a room like a gurney sack after I had been tortured in the water dungeon. Every surface of my body was

My younger brother bullied me at school until my liver ruptured. When I was carried into the nurse's office, I begged my mother to save me. She was the school nurse. But instead of looking at me, she rushed to my brother because he had a scrape on his wrist. "Mom, please. I'm dying." She slapped me across the face. "If you're so desperate to die, then die already! How did I end up with a heartless animal like you? What if your brother scars?" So I did exactly what she told me to do. I died. By the next night, my mother had lost her mind.

I get over the trance when she closes her eyes and tightens her lips to a line and regains my frivolousness and withdraws from her. "Don't get flattered crazy, you're not my type, so I could never kiss you" I tease her with a serious tone. She scoffs and takes a step forward, so her breath is directly at my chest. "Fucker" she curses under her breath. "Just fuck off already, I've got work to do" she walks inside. Oh my God, she just called me a fucker. Someone just called Danny Seth a fucker. My fuse arises and I rush inside my car and zoom off.

I hit the car and I increased the speed just as I was about to turn, the tires screeched and made a noisy sound as I drifted. I was so mad about myself and the situation, I was mad at how she made me see the dark side if myself, little by little I could feel the self control in me become destructive, the silent fibers holding them together made that destructive noise as yet snapped one by one until all I had was me and nothing else, just me. I tightened on the steering wheel as I entered thia mode of madness and rage, it was a good thing it was that early and no one was there to stop me, not even the Patrol cops.