Driven Novels & Stories

I breathe out a sigh of relief. As the driver started his engine and was about to drive away, I heard another knock coming from the same direction. He was still there, staring straight at me. “I’ll pick you up tonight for the date,” he said weakly before finally stepping aside. The driver stomped on the forward and pushed the lever of his car. He played music from the background and as we were now moving away, I couldn’t help but look at the rear mirror. I saw his same stature still there; staring at my vehicle as we slowly disappeared from his sight.

Wyatt liked that idea very much too. I pull up in her driveway at a screeching stop. I jump out the truck and walk fast to her door . I started to bang on the door " KATRINA !!" I yelled Surely that would wake her , that would wake everyone up in the pack house. After a second I still didn't hear anything from inside . So I walked around the house to the back door . I turned the knob and it opened but I couldn't go inside because of the damn force field that covers the house, she told me .

Please come back home, imissyou so much. Your loving husband, Andrei

He shoos me towards the Ferrari. I walk eagerly to the car, with the key I was given in my right hand. I press on the unlock pad and the door slides open. I pull open the dashboard, and there is a card in it. Curious to find out what was written in the card, I pull out the card and open it, four words were boldly written in capital letter, the words read "WILL YOU MARRY ME?" I find it funny to have picked a car perhaps, already purchased by someone else. I make to inform Gregory on this mistake.

POV Willow I drove for about a half of an hour before I notice it. The smell of another werewolf. At first I thought that it was just the left over scent of whoever drove the car before me but soon I realized that it was getting stronger. {Someone is in here} Nox said and I nodded. I slowly pulled to the side of the road and grabbed the bag next to me. I was about to open the door and run when I heard a chuckle. "Found me already? Damn. This cover spray is crap" a deep voice said as a man sat up in the back.

“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.

“We’ve got a problem.” Adrian’s head snapped up from his phone. His jaw clenched. “What is it?” The driver, a stocky man in a dark suit, gripped the wheel tighter, his eyes flicking between the road and the rearview mirror. “We’re being followed.”

"Oh. My. God. He was a monster. His dick was as big as a wine bottle. Fat and thick and he—" "Enough! I didn't ask for details." Ramona shrieked as she placed her hand on Jules' mouth. Jules mumbled a protest then locked Ramona's palm. "Ew!" Ramona shrieked, withdrawing her hand. "Disgusting minx." "Hey, only Farah is allowed to call me Minx, 'kay?" Jules asked, staring pointedly at Ramona. Ramona rolled her eyes muttering a faint whatever. "Here." the cab driver announced as he parked at the curb of the house. Ramona brought out her purse and paid him then they stepped out.

Get in. Slam it shut. He does the same. Starts the engine. Drives off.