Driven The Book Novels & Stories

My fingers clenched around the candy, its stiff edge almost cutting my palm. Indeed, in our previous lives, he had been convinced that my only purpose was to be a blood bank and organ donor to Susie. Since Susie still died after I donated my kidney, that meant I served no purpose in this life, and the Grants had no reason to bring home a loser like me. I smiled, violently wiping the tears I couldn't fight back as I told myself—the old Yvie Grant was dead and I would live only for myself.

Gabrielle. My eyes scanned the environment as soon as I parked my car and as much as I wasn't expecting anything worth looking at, I didn't expect the place to look so horrifying and disgusting. To think my silly rage and my thirst for revenge actually drove me here today just so I can personally teach that loud brat a lesson. "Doesn't exactly look like a palace, does it?" a familiar husky voice says suddenly and I turn around to see Chris, one of my mom's hitmen who I had the misfortune of having to inherit.

I said looking at him. "Read", he replied frowning his face. I went through the chapter, and it talked about how one should take good care of his or her car. And also knowing the basic parts of the car. "Go to the next chapter", he said. I turned to the next chapter, and I ended up reading the book. When I was done, I handed the book to him. "Keep it, you will need it", he said. "Start the car", he said to me. I turned on the car waiting for his next instruction, because one of the rules in the book was, "Don't do anything until you are instructed to do so". He looked at me and smiled, "I see, that's a good start". "Come over, let me have the wheel", he said as he went out of the

he answered "Carlos why the hell you hired a new driver without telling me and give him order to take me straight to work and straight home?" I said running out of breath " I'm not your child Carlos stop treating me like one" I added angrily "Latoya I said am in a meeting and don't raise your voice at me we'll sort this out when I get back" he said angrily.

I spin, double back, shove through a back door and nearly collide with a car pulling in too fast. “Devin,” Timone snaps from the driver’s seat. “Get in. Now.” I don’t hesitate. I slid into the back seat, chest heaving, hands shaking, and Festus ignited the engine driving away from the crows, the hospital shrinks behind us, the noise fading, the weight of everything settling in at once.

Andrew slammed the truck gate back up and jumped in beside me. "Go! Go!" He yelled, pounding the side of the truck, gathering me back up in his arms. The engine revved and I peeked out over the side of the truck. My house stood illuminated against a sea of black and sparks. I never did make it to my bicycle.

Or am I your first? My whole world disappeared until it was just her sweet pulsing flesh and the hot sounds emanating from the other side of the seat. Two granite dicks pointed at the girl like batons. The other was between my legs. God, why can’t I be inside her now? Waiting was hell. There was nothing that I wanted more than to enter that beautiful slit, pummeling deep with my massive cock. But Kara came first. “Brody! Oh my God! Brody!” She jerked back against my face, shaking and trembling, on the verge of collapsing. “I’m coming! I’m coming so hard!”

“We did.” “Then why are you following us?” Draven’s gaze shifted briefly toward the book in Ava’s hands. “Because I forgot something.” Cassian crossed his arms. “That seems unlikely.” Draven ignored the sarcasm. “That book won’t help you unless you can read it.” Ava lifted it slightly. “We were just discussing that.” Draven nodded once. “And I may be able to help.” Cassian’s eyes narrowed immediately. “How?” Draven looked directly at Ava when he answered.

BRANDON I really should've let the driver do his job. One second I was downing shots at the bar and the next, I was here, hands clutching the wheels tightly as my heart pounded heavily in my chest. I wasn't supposed to drive drunk. The shitty bastard I called my driver just happened to get on my nerves too damn often so I flipped the pages. I sent him back to the mansion and drove even if I could barely make out my surroundings. And now, I ran into a lady.

Was someone trying to tell me something? I picked up the opened book and studied the page. It was written by a woman in Australia who claimed to have been in contact with a pack of werewolves who’d allowed her to study them. I remembered how a good deal of it had sounded so farfetched that I’d closed the book with disdain. Now, after having dealt with and dissected one of those vile creatures, I re-read the pages with more interest and a far more opened mind. After leaning against my desk and reading a few more pages, I decided to pick up the rest of the mess that was caused by Max and my little sex tryst and then take the book upstairs with me. I was craving a sandwich and a glass of wi