Novel & Cerita Driven

Adrian drove. His hands rested firmly on the steering wheel, posture flawless, eyes fixed on the road ahead. To anyone passing us, he would have looked like a man focused on driving, calm and controlled, untouched by whatever had just happened. But I could see the tension he carried in the smallest details. His jaw was clenched so tightly a muscle jumped beneath the skin. His grip on the wheel never loosened, never shifted, as though control itself depended on keeping his hands exactly where they were.

The deja Vu is unbearable. My dick leaks a sticky tang onto my jeans. Fuck. I grit my teeth until my cheeks sting. “Rough… you feel rough and hot.” Like the veins hammering under my skin. I’m draw with Kendrick now. Surprise licks at his face. I don’t slack. I drive hard and fast, wrist aching and waist taut. No, I’m not thinking of Tristan, but I don’t feel like I’m driving a mobile. Damn… I think I’m driving something else.

"What vehicle was he driving?" "Umm, a Lamborghini SUV." "In which direction did the vehicle go?" "West, sir" "Did you get a glimpse of the number plate?" "Umm, no. I think it ends with 582, though. Is that helpful?" "Yes, thank you." Aretha and the two police men got in their car and drove west. I hope my daughter is okay.

The duo huddled together for warmth in the cosy sofa. Miriam was quite tipsy from the shots of whisky and cigarettes as she curled up in Ben's arms. She felt a rage of emotional turbulence brewing within her while she struggled to free herself from the impact of the day's mix of events. Slowly, she removed herself from Ben's arms and staggered to her feet--still feeling the impact of alcohol. Ben followed suit hoping to steady her as she made to move away from the sofa. He grabbed her hips from behind and pressed his body against hers.

Frederick’s heart stopped. Magnus’s eyes were black. Completely. No gold. No recognition. Just darkness. A twisted, inhuman grin stretched across his face. And then— He lunged. Straight for Aria.

Get a grip, Az! I sucked in a breath and drove off.

I can see my grandmother standing in the window watching me nervously to start her car. "Fuck" I say out loud and hit the steering wheel with both hands. "Pull yourself together Kristy come on." I take a deep breath and try again. still nothing. I close my eyes and try again this time with luck the engine is running. "Yes," I pull the car in reverse out of the driveway on my way to the packhouse where they should be getting themselves ready and getting armor. I drive as fast as the truck goes. you can tell it is old. I have my feet down on the gas and the pedal is hitting the bottom. I can see the driveway to the packhouse come in too few but I don't see any cars. Shit, I am too late. damn i

Ace shrugs and continues walking. " Does anyone know that you're out here?" Oren asks, Ace glares at him, he's annoying him. " No," Ace snaps at him and stops walking. "What do you want?!" Ace frowns and asks. "I'm just here to fill up the broken Windows in your heart," Oren says softly. Ace continues walking and completely ignores Oren. " your brothers care about you," Ace scoffed. " you're pathetic," Ace stops chuckles and looks back at Oren.