Drive The Novel Novels & Stories

"Get in the car, Olise." The drive back to the mansion was conducted in a suffocating, violent silence. Vincent drove his black sedan as if he wanted to break the steering wheel, his knuckles white, his eyes fixed on the dark road ahead. The moment we walked through the front doors of the dark estate, the explosion happened.

Marrissa Bonifacio The driver that drove me from the rail station saw me coming out of the mansion "Going anywhere ma?" He asked immediately he saw me "Yes, can you please drive me to Declan Empire?'' "Sure mam, come on" He muttered and rush to my fathers Bentley, he opened the car door for me "Thank you" I smile and entered, he closed the car door and entered the driver's seat, he ignited the car back to life and drove out of the mansion

Processing the question in a scenario like this suddenly became hard, making Ansel repeat his question. “Can you drive?”. My head nods up and down agreeing I could drive. “you are going to take the wheel”. Surprising how he would trust me with the wheel. I didn’t have any skill at dodging bullets . my mouth couldn’t utter no as a word so I continued to nod negatively to his request. “Violet”. He hits the accelerator and turns another corner. “If you don’t want us dead, take the wheel”. The bad guys seem to be distracted by other vehicles not making it to the corner of the road.

Working as a maid didn't give me the luxury to figure out how to drive, he ought to know that or was he just assuming I knew how to before becoming a maid? "I don't know how to drive," I reply. "I see," he says opening the front passenger seat, motioning his hand forward for me to get in. I hesitate before stepping in, I watch him circle the car and get in starting the engine. "What of Atl.. the Alpha?" "It's just me and you, you can speak freely," he says and he sounds just like Atlas. He drives the car out of the mansion not providing answers to my questions. As we drive through the streets, I notice the houses are not different from the ones at Midnight Crescent Pack, quite modern just li

GINA'S POV I drove my car out into the dark streets of New York. Headlights flashing on my windows as cars blazed past me. The North winds sweep in to flutter my hair. I gripped hard on the steering wheel, eyes forward and brushing through the roads that curved all the way up to the villa.

After briefly stroking the cool steering wheel, I started the engine. The headlights cut through the encroaching darkness as I sped down the roads. The warm yellow lights from the streetlamps outside the window danced across my face, throwing me into shadows one moment and illuminating me the next. I didn't cry, nor did I think about where I would go or what I would do with my newfound wealth. I simply kept driving. The wind slipped in through the slightly cracked windows, bringing with it the damp chill of November in Newlyn. I kept a hand tucked in my pocket as I held the hair clip, slowly warming it, little by little.

I said as I walked out of the house. My driver was already waiting for me but this time he was not in a Rolls Royce but a black shiny G-wagon, it was my first time seeing this one. The weird thing is that these cars never stay at our place but somewhere else, only Charlotte her drivers knew where these cars stay. I got into the backseat of the G-wagon. “Let’s go bro” I instructed my driver. My driver started the engine and we were on our way. This was my second week at the bookstore and my rides to the workplace always felt like royalty, the only thing missing was the entourage but I felt like I was one those corrupt politicians.

For the first time, Cathedra had someone who didn't cringe every time she opened her mouth to speak. So this is what having a friend feels like, huh? Cathedra thought to herself. One lunch break, while waiting for Diane underneath the tree, Cathedra was scribbling a draft of her first novel in her notebook. The novel contained the scenes she saw in the storybook, back in her kindergarten days. Since that day at kindergarten, she didn't tell anyone what she saw in the storybooks anymore. The thought of seeing things that other people couldn't still terrified her but she tried hard not to think about it by avoiding any book she can see other than school books and textbooks.

"I’m starting a new book." "Yeah? What’s it about?" I looked out the window as the ruins of my life slid past. "It’s about a woman who stopped writing," I said. The driver laughed. "Short book, then." "You’d be surprised." We drove into the dark. The headlights cut a thin, flickering path through the ash. I closed my eyes. For the first time in years, I didn't dream of the Butcher. I didn't dream at all.

“The driver reversed the car to the other direction and took off, they did not speak to each other. The cab man focused on the road driving while Mrs. Natalie buried her face in the novel she was reading, it seemed interesting. She smiled occasionally when she read something interesting and frowned when the happening were not pleasant. The driver observed her through the rear view mirror at intervals and wondered what she was reading that was making her smile and frown, having mixed feelings. They got into a path and there was serious traffic, they were confused and didn't know what to do. Suddenly an idea popped up, the driver thought of what to do. " I think I know what to do, there is a p