Driven Novels & Stories

he paused Sited on the golden like throne, his word made me lift my head shocked. As if feeling my grazed the chief meet my eyes a wicked smile appeared on his face. My heart sunk, bastard. " The amount of stoke would be decided by the Wolder" Whisper filled the air at his statement, I stared ahead my eyes void of emotions. The crowd grow elevated there cheers and pretentious sympathetic sigh reached my ears, I could hear from afar the tonging of leather together making a crack sound, it was near, hot droplets went down my forehead, my breathing ragged and shallow. The vibration of the wolder footsteps neared dangerously. His large foot covered with leather sandal came into view, he walked a

His cold, dead eyes locked onto my fallen form pinned against the concrete pillar. The brake lights flared a bright, angry red. The car screeched, the transmission grinding gears as the driver threw the heavy machine into reverse. Tires spun against the slick pavement, spitting chunks of dirty ice and broken glass into the freezing air. The SUV backed up in a sharp, jagged arc, the crumpled bumper scraping against the concrete curb. Turning the steering wheel hard, the driver was lining up another direct shot at me.

“Here it is!” Drave bursts in like a storm, his voice brimming with triumph as he holds a small vial in his hands, raising it like a trophy. “Aria's blood, ready to be used. Now, do your part… now,” he demands, the urgency in his words echoing through the space. His green eyes gleam with a dangerous light, a mix of anxiety and determination that makes it clear that every second counts.

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.

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 .

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 "Come on, Willow! We're going to be late" my best friend Carla yelled from the car as I walked out the door. I rolled my eyes knowing that we weren't even close to being late. Carla was just like that. She always wanted to be early. Not just early but the first person there. That's why she was frustrated today. We wouldn't be the first to arrive at school. I got in the car and barely had time to pull on my seat belt before Carla pulled away.

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