Driven Novels & Stories

I got behind the wheel and drove off. *********

Finally, after a moment she asked softly, “Then how does Darrien get in?” “I get home before him and open his window. He uses his wolf to jump up through there, the second floor is less rotted since the water settles on the main floor.” A wave of discomfort washed between us. I looked away in frustration before Ava softly replied, “Alright, I should see about grabbing something to eat anyways.”

Vulnerability lingered, but so did a spark of empowerment, the night reshaping her path. The driver, a shadow in the front seat, maneuvered through winding lanes with quiet expertise, the city's glow fading into more secluded terrain. Minutes blurred, the storm's fury softening to a steady drizzle as the car ascended a private drive. Riven's home emerged from the mist—a sleek structure of clean lines and expansive windows, lights piercing the dusk like beacons. The vehicle halted smoothly before the entrance, the driver stepping out to open the doors with efficient grace.

Something jerks beneath me. Hard. My body lurches forward before I’m even fully awake. My eyes snap open. The world outside the window is moving. Trees blur past. Gravel crunches beneath the tires. The car sways slightly as it drives over a rough road. For a moment my mind can’t catch up. Why am I— Then I see him. Draven sits in the driver’s seat, one hand resting on the wheel, the other loose against the gear. His shoulders look relaxed, like this is just another normal morning drive.

My voice is a low, cold vibration that cuts through her nagging like a razor through fine silk. The driver’s eyes meet mine in the rearview mirror for a split second. He immediately presses his foot down. The powerful engine roars, a sound that vibrates through the floorboards and into my very bones. I feel the force of the acceleration push me back into the seat as we weave through the late afternoon traffic like a ghost. The world outside becomes a distorted mess of colors, but inside, I am focused on one thing: the girl waiting at home.

No one talked all through the drive. To be continued

After some contemplation, he resolved to keep driving, determined to reach his destination despite the emotional turmoil brewing within him. Adam's truck rumbled along the countryside, the GPS cheerfully guiding him through the winding roads. As he followed its instructions, he found himself facing a particularly muddy path. With a smirk, he revved the engine and plowed right through, the mud no match for the robust truck he was driving.

****** the drive home had been silent the air around them stiff it would was visible enough for anyone with brains to see and know there was tension between them as both drived their cars with speed no kusics blaring from the stero, no race between them just two cars on the road driving fast. jason had spent years in the pack,born bred and grown here never had he thought or imagined that someone would ever think of owning a madrees, no one had seen it til today apart from nadir and he's not sure reminding her of what she saw is a good idea to remind her, both cars pull over in the driveway turning off the engines to their various cars they both highlight the tension still there,

I'd never be the same because of him and if I saw him again I would kill him. I walk through the dark woods making sure to make as little noise as possible. Eventually, I get to a road. A car races down the road and I could smell the fuel a mile a way. He was swerving like a drunk. Then, before I even knew it, it all went black.

Motto said as he waved at Dash, by the way reminded Dash to “keep yourself clean.” “Of course.” Dash said, “this type of country girl is not my taste.” He waved to Motto and said goodbye in a hurry. Dash put the button, started the car engine and drove straight. He was going to turn on the air -conditioner but he remembered that Daisy didn’t like things far from mother nature. So he Dash lowered the car window, the cool wind poured into the car, he felt refreshed and excited. All worries were swept away. Looking through the rearview mirror, Daisy laid curled up like a shrimp, slept peacefully. Just like an innocent, pure angel.