Driven Novels & Stories

Mister was having a very bad day and the doctor didn't want to be on the receiving end of any of his frustrations. It didn't take long for them to run into their actual driver up the trail a little ways. Mister was so damn irritated that when the driver stopped the machine next to him, he snatched him out and tossed him aside as he jumped into the driver's seat and took off before the doctor could even get all the way in. Mister hit the gas and took off sideways, spraying dirt and gravel all over the discarded driver. "What an asshole," the driver said to Mister's back as he drove away, full speed ahead.

The tribute discourse itself had been brief, just like the escalation that suddenly took several lives. Then I saw Elsa's father walking away on foot with two of his pack members. While others drove away in cars, Seth preferred walking instead; maybe he wanted to race home quickly. I was only happy he had managed to catch up with paying the tribute this month. It was more than a relief for me. I quickly grabbed a car within the damaged courtyard and drove hard behind Seth. That's the best approach to my departure less obvious. Seth had already swerved into a hurried pace when I honked loudly while speeding after him.as his guards. Luckily, I was able to catch up with them within the forest l

the fucking smell was so good, it drove him mad. He growled loudly and hit his hands on the steering wheel. He had to text Drayer to get him with some emergency bullshit to get him out of the situation. It was a code blueberry. The word was fucking stupid and it caused his lip to lift even as anger rolled over him in waves. Since junior high if one of them needed pulling out of a sinking ship of any kind all they had to do was give the 'code blueberry' to the other and the shit was on.

I retrieved the car key from the cabinet and headed towards my sleek white Lamborghini Huracan Performante. I got into the car, revved the engine, and sped through the roads, ignoring the red traffic lights. As I drove, the cityscape blurred together, my mind consumed by the memories of our time together, my emotions swirling inside me, and I couldn't help but punch the steering wheel. Eventually, I made a stop at Manhattan Beach, where memories of our time together flooded my mind.

The bag my mother had packed was getting heavier and heavier with each step. The talking was helping keep my fear of the forest at bay, but now, in the silence, the hooting and howling were getting to me. I rushed up to join Kent. I mean if I was stuck in the Unclaimed Forest with anyone, I would pick the most powerful Alpha. As I ran up to him, I must have stepped into some slippery mud because instead of landing next to him, I slammed into his back. In order to make sure he didn’t fall, he twisted to face me, caught me by my waist and kept me from eating mud. His touch was again warm.

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.

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.