Drive The Novel Novels & Stories

ISLA ~•~ Driving myself again felt strange. It had been a long while since I drove and I didn’t feel confident driving but as soon as the engine started and I backed out of Lorenzo’s compound, I felt a bit better. I couldn’t feel too good because every time I touched the wheel, I was reminded of the last time I drove. Back then, my life was still perfect. I had parents who loved me. I had an annoying but overprotective brother. It was crazy whenever I remembered how they all died overnight. It was even crazier knowing I also would have been dead if I hadn’t run so desperately that night.

_____ NEW YORK As the sleek black car glided through the bustling streets, Eleanor leaned forward to issue a directive to the driver, only to be interrupted by his unsolicited input. "The shopping mall is on the right," the driver interjected, attempting to guide their route. Eleanor's brow furrowed in irritation. "I know where to go. Just do as I say," she asserted firmly, her tone brooking no argument. Unperturbed, the driver hesitated, glancing toward the guard for support, unsure of how to proceed. Eleanor's patience wore thin as she reiterated her authority, emphasizing her newfound status as not only the Governor's daughter but also the soon-to-be wife of the Knight. Her threat hung he

The Journey After carefully packing his lunch, I made my way to the driveway where Adam’s car was parked. I approached the driver, a stern-looking man who barely glanced at me as I approached. “Excuse me,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady. “I need to deliver Mr. Adam’s lunch to his office. Could you please drive me there?” The driver looked at me with a mixture of disdain and confusion. “Why would I drive a maid to Mr. Adam’s office? You’re not supposed to be using his car,” he said dismissively.

From now on, he should try to solve this problem himself. Joshua’s speed was simply astonishing. Joniss was furious and shouted at the driver “What are you doing?” “Miss, he’s driving a Maybach.” The brawny man cautiously replied. “Let me drive!” Joniss was angry. She stepped hard on the gas pedal and the car sped down the road. She frantically chased after him.

I told my man and he nodded at me. I walked out and get in my car. While driving I looked outside and found police cars are coming... "The work is finished" I whispered and concentrate on driving... 🌠🌠🌠🌠🌠🌠🌠🌠🌠🌠🌠🌠🌠🌠🌠🌠🌠🌠🌠🌠 Hi dear readers, How was the chapter?

Mia drove like a drunkard on the street, her car was at the highest speed and she was not thinking of stopping her rough driving anytime soon. She was determined to get rid of the pain even if it meant dying at that moment, she drove aimlessly looking for an accident till she appeared at the mansion where she lived.

Cabs may not be as common outside of the city, but they were not a rare sighting. "Only if your name's Genevieve." Offering the man a smile and Seth's address, she climbed into the backseat. Checking her phone, only to find he still had not returned her calls. Knowing the drive was going to be long, she pulled out a book to pass the time. Getting lost among the pages of the fictional crime novel where witches and vampires weren't real. Where her temper did not make her a danger to those around her.

Although, I couldn't seem to write a groundbreaking romance novel that would get published. Ugh! You know what? I wasn't giving up. I would keep my head held high and write another book—one that they would love. I couldn't give up now; I wouldn't give up. The hunk was in the car, closing the door behind him before facing me. "Are you sober enough to give me directions to your place?" he asked. I nodded, and all I wanted to do was kiss him. That's what I wanted to do right now. He started the car, and we drove off. I turned to face the window and caught sight of the creepy man staring at us. Weird much?

Anna and Christ got into the car, she turned on the car engine and hit the road. As she drives, Christ stole glances at her, the more he looked at her, the more he wanted nothing but to have her.

The Maelstrom pack house was slowly disappearing behind us. For several minutes, the silence in the car was palpable. I glanced sideways at Conrad, and he did too. Then I chuckled, “So…” “Don’t say it!” Conrad said. “You can’t drive, really?” I said, laughing out loud without remorse. “You’re the future Alpha of the greatest pack in the country, and you don’t know how to drive. How’s that even possible?” I asked, turning the steering wheel to weave past slower cars. “That’s the exact reason why I never learned how to,” Conrad said defensively, rubbing his forehead. “When you grow up with the responsibility of becoming the Alpha of the greatest pack in the country, learning how to drive would