Novel & Cerita Driven

With a final, lingering glance at Aveline and Kade, Draven pushed open the door and walked out of the building. "Start the car," Draven's commanding voice cut through the silence, jolting the driver back to reality. The driver, who had seemed lost in thought, hastily turned the key in the ignition and the engine roared to life. Just as the car began to move, the assistant burst in, sliding into the seat beside the driver as they sped away from the curb. Draven's eyes remained fixed on the road ahead, his gaze piercing through the day. He paid little attention to the soft hum of the engine or the occasional glance from the driver in the rearview mirror. His mind was elsewhere, consumed by the

She stepped on the gas driving out wildly. -----------

Annabelle knew this curve intimately; she had driven it countless times and knew every nuance of the road. Timing her move perfectly, Annabelle slammed on the brakes, twisted the steering wheel sharply, and executed a flawless drift around the bend. Her car, a sturdy but unassuming sedan, handled the maneuver with surprising agility. As she completed the drift, she overtook the GT-R, leaving its driver in her dust.

I run past them, straight into my car. And Drove Away.

The drive to the outskirts was a blurred streak of neon and adrenaline. Julian drove the vintage, reinforced black charger like a man possessed, his knuckles white against the leather-wrapped steering wheel. Every few miles, he’d check the rearview mirror, his jaw set in a grim line that spoke of old wars and new enemies. I sat in the passenger seat, the silver USB drive clutched so tightly in my hand that the metal edges bit into my palm.

"Drive like your name is still on the building!" As the SUV roared toward the cooling sub-station, the city of Accra blurred past them, a vibrant, living contradiction to the sterile, digital death they had just left behind. Julian held the obsidian drive in his hand, realizing that his father had been right about one thing: the only thing you can truly trust is the thing that can still bleed, even if that blood was just oil and coolant under high pressure.

He turned around and ran to join his friends waving back at me as they proceeded through security. I turned around as I lost sight of him and made my way to my car. Going through the airport didn’t feel right. It seemed as though everyone there was staring at me as I made my way out of the building into the parking lot. Walking through the parking lot felt worse as I hit the button to unlock the doors as I came up to a black 2010 Honda Accord V6. It seemed like I was running to the car, I was walking so fast, I opened the doors and looked around me before getting in. I crawled inside and sat in the front seat, closed the door and locked it. Taking a deep breath and closing my eyes, I searche

𝑯𝒆 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒅𝒓𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒐𝒓 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒖𝒑. 𝑰 𝒔𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂 𝒏𝒐𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒍𝒔𝒐 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕𝒚 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒏𝒅, 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒔𝒆, 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒓𝒚.

Xander Hayes The door slammed, echoing against the morning silence as I hopped from the driver's side of the Audi A8 L, Peter Monroe's preferred vehicle for transport. Three months into this job and I still can't get a hang of not being early. I guess it's just stuck with me after spending all those years in my line of work. Besides, I know firsthand not to keep bosses waiting.

The car looks expensive but then, what do I know about cars? I was greeted by Mike, Alexander's driver. "Hello ma'am, you look charming." "Thank you, Mike" "Shall we?" I looked at peace, to find her already looking at me. "You have nothing to be afraid of, you are amazing and you don't want to keep your man waiting for too long." "Sigh, let go mike" "Bye girl, I love you." I replied Peace with my charming smile as we zoom off. The drive to the function was silent. Not awkward, but comfortable.