Drive The Novel Novels & Stories

ATTENTION! THIS BOOK IS A WORK OF FICTION. THE DEPICTION OF AUTISM IN THIS BOOK IS NOT MEANT TO BE REPRESENTATIVE OF ANYONE WITH ASD AND ANY SIMILARITIES TO REAL PEOPLE OR SITUATIONS ARE PURELY COINCIDENTAL. . Italy. Sicily... The security opened the back gate and my driver drove in. As soon as the car pulled into the compound, I jumped out and headed straight for the trap door, hidden from anyone living in the mansion.

I found my way to the parking lot and gestured for the driver to follow me. "Where are you headed?" Ethan blocked me in the doorway with a smile that did not quite reach his eyes. "School seminar," I said, stepping out and pulling the strands of my hair away from my face. I kept my eyes forward, my chin up, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing me shrink. The car doors swung open and I stepped in, holding my novel pressed against my chest like a shield. "Small madam," the driver called out, looking at me from the rearview mirror. "Where am I taking you?"

It feels less heavy. The drive to my house is the longest twenty minutes of my life. Nova is gripping the steering wheel so hard her knuckles are ghost-white, her breath coming in short, hitching bursts. She doesn’t play the radio. She doesn’t ask about work. She just stares straight ahead, the envelope sitting on the dashboard like a ticking time bomb. I sit in the passenger seat, my hands folded tightly in my lap, feeling like I’m leading a revolution and a funeral all at once.

I need to disappear as quietly as possible. This would be my first long drive on my own and far away from home. The first time I did it was when I clocked twenty and I desperately wanted to rebel against my mother. I had driven out of Atlanta and was nearing Cleveland when my car stopped. I had no idea what went wrong with it. The only person I could call was my mother. Since then, I never contemplated running. But this time, I am very prepared. No matter the obstacle I might encounter. I will not return to this house.

"Did you set a fire just to get me out of there?" Riley laughed and pulled her mom toward her blue Subaru WRX sport. "I wish!" she giggled, amusement shining in her eyes. "Keys," she demanded, sticking out her hand. Cilia handed over the keys without further comment and went around to the passenger side. Like her father, Riley always drove. She'd been driving since before she was old enough for a license. Cilia was long past complaining about who drove her car, as long as she got to where she was going. She relaxed into her seat as Riley reversed out of the parking spot and pulled sharply onto the road. Riley made a point of ignoring the men surrounding the flaming Audi.

the driver responded before the call ended. Ivan’s jaw clenched as he slid into the backseat of the waiting car. The engine roared to life, and the vehicle pulled away, weaving through Boston’s bustling streets. He stared out the window, the city’s familiar sights passing by in a blur. Everything felt different now—every corner seemed to carry a new threat, every shadow a potential enemy. He had underestimated the lengths Neil Holland and Seraphina would go to, and it had cost him.

Alexandra Chapter 2 I grip the sweat-slicked steering wheel, chest heaving with each ragged breath. The high-pitched whine of the engine spooling down is barely audible over the pounding in my ears. I blink hard, finally releasing the death grip on the wheel as the adrenaline ebbs.

Both of them had their own functions and speciality, while Gabriel never missed his shots, Big Drive could kill with just one blow, each flanking my sides immediately after I stepped out of the building. “Don,” They greeted robotically and I nodded my head at them, Gabriel got into the driver seat while Big Drive sat in the Passenger’s with his gun ducking out of his holster, I got in the passenger’s seat while checking my time and realizing that I had only fifteen minutes to get home, before my little spitfire start burning down the whole building.

With a graceful entrance, Jennifer slipped into the car and promptly dialed the driver’s number. Responding to her call, the driver rushed into the car with a hint of urgency, masterfully igniting the engine into a purring hum. “Luna, you’re early today,” the driver chimed in with a touch of surprise evident in his voice. “Yeah, I’m not feeling well,” she responded, leaning her head against the seat. Her eyes drifted closed, a sigh escaping her lips as the world of the book she had been engrossed in continued to dance within her mind. Breathing deeply, she attempted to calm herself against the disruption of thoughts.

“Come on. I’ll take you upstairs to rest.” He stood and guided her toward the stairs. Finn and Calvin exchanged a look. Then they followed right after them. God, I wanted to go eavesdrop so badly. Linda, sitting beside me, muttered under her breath, “Slutty bitch.” That jogged my memory. There was a drugging subplot around this part of the story. If I remembered correctly, Linda was the culprit. She had been secretly in love with Calvin for years, but Calvin only had eyes for Nancy. In the original novel, she managed to drug him, but afterward he turned the tables and dosed her ten times worse, leaving her stranded with no help. She ended up with a terrible fate.