Drive Writer Novels & Stories

Draven asked, picking up and twirling a ball pen lazily in his left hand. “Yes Alpha.” The driver straightened up, determination in his gaze even as sweat dripped down his face. “I’m ready to accept any punishment if you find out I’m lying.” “Even death?” Draven drawled lowly yet his golden eyes were fixed on the driver like he was watching prey. I could feel the goosebumps rise on my skin as I watched him from the side. “Yes Alpha.” The driver replied, nodding his head furiously. “I swear it.”

noa said, “ drive”

“Seraphina…” “Drive,” I repeated, firmer this time, no hint of the teasing. Only ice. Only anger. Only grief I couldn’t swallow, tangled with the bitterness of every secret I’d carried alone. The ride was silent, save for the hum of the engine and the occasional click of traffic lights passing overhead.

I could even be your driver] Driver???

Even the thought has my hands clenching the wheel again, knuckles whitening. But it also has my blood rushing hot for an entirely different reason. Despite Marco's entitled bluster, the arrogance dripping from every pore, I can't deny the sheer bravado of his balls-to-the-wall driving style. The poetry of his high-wire racecraft. The undeniable skill that saw the slimmest margins constantly threaten to swallow us both at over 200 miles per hour. I wrench myself free from the trance, disgusted at the hint of admiration for that pompous jackass' talents. Ripping off my helmet and gloves, I toss them onto the cockpit floor as I climb free of the idling car.

Compared to her glamorous fur coat and high heels, I probably looked filthy and pathetic in her eyes. She let out a quiet laugh, her tone full of contempt. "Are you the only driver who has made it through the mountain's 72 winding turns unharmed? Do you have any idea that the 50 million dollars I'm offering is enough to buy 100 lives like yours?" I said nothing and smoked in silence. The driver's side door opened, and Elias stepped out. His gaze swept across me. His expression was calm, but he still carried the same air of superiority.

“Then drive.” *******

he answered "Carlos why the hell you hired a new driver without telling me and give him order to take me straight to work and straight home?" I said running out of breath " I'm not your child Carlos stop treating me like one" I added angrily "Latoya I said am in a meeting and don't raise your voice at me we'll sort this out when I get back" he said angrily.