Driven The Book Novels & Stories

I want to live! Tears blurred my vision as I forced myself up, my injured leg trembling violently. I limped forward, dragging myself toward the red car. Every step felt like fire tearing through my flesh. But I kept moving. Telling myself. “Elena, you must live!!” I reached the car, hands shaking as I unlocked it with the key card. I fell into the driver’s seat and slammed the door shut. My fingers fumbled with the ignition… The engine roared to life. I drove out instantly.

I tell him. Flavius nods in response and begins to pack his things. I fill my satchel with various clothing items and few books. "Why are you packing books?" Flavius asks curiously. "Since we are visiting another horde without sending a messenger ahead, I need to bring something that will serve as a gift. Those of the Horde of Fates are known knowledge seekers. I have many books in my private collection that have not been seen since The Fires. They should serve as a suitable present," I say.

"Did you set a fire just to get me out of there?" Riley laughed and pulled her mom toward her blue Subaru WRX sport. "I wish!" she giggled, amusement shining in her eyes. "Keys," she demanded, sticking out her hand. Cilia handed over the keys without further comment and went around to the passenger side. Like her father, Riley always drove. She'd been driving since before she was old enough for a license. Cilia was long past complaining about who drove her car, as long as she got to where she was going. She relaxed into her seat as Riley reversed out of the parking spot and pulled sharply onto the road. Riley made a point of ignoring the men surrounding the flaming Audi.

The city roared with the shattering of car windows, a whirlwind of vibrant neon lights, and shadowy streets that seemed to exist in stark contrast to the serene sanctuary of Catalina’s home. Her heart quickened as she relived the whirlwind of moments that had led her into this haunting reality. The unforgiving leather seats dug into her back, a stark reminder of the unyielding nature of her life. Inside the car, she was surrounded by an oppressive silence, heavy and binding like chains.

The driver turned to look at him. “Can you please help me get my things out of the boot?” The driver cast a quick glance at Sarah, hesitated then stepped out. He walked smartly to the boot and some seconds later, Harold's luggage was on the pavement. Max, too, stepped out of the car and got his luggage from the boot. Mr. Travis hurried to the car when that was done. “Max,” Sarah called to her son. The young werewolf who had a fine build walked to the side of the car his mother was in.

The drive took twelve minutes. I didn't take the driver. I drove myself, the black Escalade cutting through the afternoon traffic with the weight of a vehicle that did not apologize for its size, and the city moved around me in the way it always did when I drove through it, slightly too fast, slightly too sharp-edged, the way things moved when your wolf was already ahead of your body.

Always. “Front,” Dom said again. “You drive. I ride shotgun. Same as always.” Wasn’t always. Was never. But I got in. --- *POV: Aliyah Rhodes* *Chapter 17 — _The Driver’s Seat_ cont.* Town car smelled like Antonio. Leather. Mint. Gun oil. I sat in back. Dom in front. Vincent driving. No one spoke for ten blocks. Rain started again. Wipers on slow. “You aimed low,” Dom said.

The raw power from the book pressed against my skin, my lungs, my bones—everywhere. Zuri sucked in a breath and cleared her throat, making each of us turn toward her, “I’ll return later,” she muttered quickly and left. I retried my attention back to the book. My mother looks at Draven, “I love my grandchild but this book will doom us all. But for him, I’ll risk it,” “Thank you,” Draven said.

Hyun asked. "Well, for this book, I have to say that it's really business driven. They wanted me to come up with another book very quickly. I figured that the best way to do that was to get inspirations from different people's experiences and work on whatever I got from them. A little twist on this, some exaggeration on that. That's how I did the story. But of course, every adjustment had to make sense and that's were the harder part came," Cela explained. "So you mean, this novel is purely fictional?" he asked.

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.