Driven Novels & Stories

Scott ordered and went to the driver's side. TBC

My beta went inside the driver seat not long after and glanced at the front mirror. "Home. Drive."

I turn back towards the front and begin getting my stuff out when Kevin plops down next to me. "So where's your little boyfriend?" Kevin mocks. "What are you talking about?" I reply in annoyance. "You know the Draven guy at the festival the other day." Kevin says with a sirk. "You know what they say about the Draven's don't you?" He continues. "They say they are evil vampires and anyone who is around them for too long disappears never to be seen again." He finishes. Suddenly a loud thunk sound comes from my other side and I look to see Victor pulling out the chair next to me. I look back at Kevin who wears a smirk on his face.

,asked Smith. "Yeah sure...but we have a problem sir....",Sam pointed out. "And what is it?" "I don't know how to drive properly and Patrick drove us here.... Now he is gone with your men.... I don't know how we are supposed to go..",said Sam nervously. "Oh dear Sam! Am I invisible to you? Don't I look like I know how to drive?"?asked Smith laughing . "Give me the keys".

“Al-Alpha, you called for me.” “Yes.” Draven replied calmly, yet there was a dark edge to his voice. “I just wanted to know how you managed to get into an accident today.” The driver’s legs immediately buckled and he fell to his knees. “I swear on the name of the goddess I drove as carefully as possible, Alpha. It was the other driver who suddenly stopped in front of me.” “Hm.” Was all Draven said, yet there driver latched on to it like a lifeline, raising his head to look at Draven.

Cameron’s POV Brandon drove like he was born for it. The moment his hands gripped the steering wheel, something in him shifted—his usual smirking arrogance melted away, replaced by pure, focused precision. When he pressed the gas, the car responded instantly, gliding forward with seamless power. His movements were fluid, effortless, like he wasn’t just driving but commanding the machine with an unspoken language only he understood.

Clayton Blackridge The way her body and wolf react to me makes me happy, even if she tries to deny us her body betrays her. Her scent is driving me crazy as I run my nose up her neck, I don’t miss the way she squeezes her thighs shut. My wolf is trying to push forward, he wants to mark his mate and as much as I want it too, I know she isn’t ready for that.

The man had an uncanny ability to get under my skin like no one else. My mind drifted back to the final hot laps of today's battle. I could still feel the brutal vibrations juddering through the chassis as Marco and I had diced from apex to apex, pushing our machines and reactions to their absolute limits. Still smell the heady fusion of scorched rubber, burnt fuel, and our musky exertion hanging thick in the cockpit air.

The fire of his anger still burned brightly within him, and it would not be extinguished until he had dealt with the threat that Ace posed. A sleek black car was waiting for him at the curb, and the driver immediately stepped out to open the door for him. Richard slid into the backseat, the leather cool against his skin. The door closed with a quiet thud, sealing him inside the luxurious cocoon. The car pulled away from the hospital, merging seamlessly into the flow of traffic.

I even try to respond but words just won’t come out. Deep down, I want to scream. Scream at him to leave me alone. Scream at my aunt and cousins to do something about it. Even Scream at my parents for leaving me here with no one. But I can’t. I just can’t. So I do the one thing I can do. I dig my nails into my knees and try to think of anything else but the massive amount of fear I’m feeling. Literally anything else. But nothing comes. “Ava, I said move forward. And look at me when I’m talking to you!” He snaps and I flinch.