Driven The Book Novels & Stories

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

Adrian The drive begins quiet, the road unfurling like a ribbon of dusk, headlights chasing shadows as the car glides toward the airport. The car glides smoothly under the driver’s control, but inside me, everything is rough and unsteady—my hands tightening against the leather seat, clenched by the storm raging in my chest.

It was completely dry, its thick leather cover pristine, its pages white and unblemished by blood or ink. ​But as Elara reached out a trembling hand to pick up the book, the headlights of the white sedan suddenly flickered and died, plunging the highway into a deep, absolute darkness. ​The quiet of the forest was broken not by the sound of crickets or rain, but by a slow, heavy, and terrifyingly familiar sound that echoed from the dashboard inside the dark car.

- he said and at the same moment a fireball hits his back. I stubbornly wanted to help him get up to run away with me, but seeing my mother getting closer and closer to the half-open door, I jumped up and run, feeling a new surge of energy, run to the car, got in from the driver's side, turned the ignition key, then I hit the gas and drove away with a screech of tires, my face flooded in tears. As Oliver had asked me to do, I didn't look back not even once, but just stared straight at the road ahead of me, and that continued until I passed the sign telling me I was leaving the city of Rome.

I was so over this crap, I just wanted Charlie back in my arms, it was horrible with her being so far away “You are supposed to be my brother, do you not want to help me?” “It’s not that I don’t want to help, I just think we might be falling into a trap” Kayla comes quickly into the office carrying a large book, she looks flustered as she slams the open book down on the table sending bits of dust everywhere and making me cough. Kayla apologises and asks if we have heard about the one to rule them all. I look at Alexander and he looks just as puzzled as me “What do you mean the one to rule them all?”

But even as I walked away, a sense of foreboding wrapped around me, leaving me unsettled, as if the ground beneath me had shifted ever so slightly, and nothing would ever be the same again. My phone buzzed in my pocket, pulling me from my thoughts. Another delivery request. I glanced at the screen, relieved to see a name that wasn't Luke's. In a dorm house far from The Riverbend Apartments. "I'll take it," I said to myself, swiping to accept the order. The antique book rested on my passenger seat, its leather-bound cover drawing my eyes every few minutes as I drove. There was something about that book—something unsettling and yet oddly comforting.

“I should’ve run.” That was the first thought that hit me as I slid into Kael Draven’s car. The leather seat burned against my legs, even though the AC was on full blast. Everything about this car screamed danger, the silence, the heat, the man beside me. Kael didn’t say a word. He just drove, one hand on the wheel, the other tapping the screen of his dash like he was looking for something more important than me. I hated that I was still thinking about his scent.

For a moment, it was almost like nothing had changed. Then, an abrupt ringtone shattered the silence. Jonah answered without realizing the Bluetooth was on, and a woman's terrified voice burst through the speakers. "Jonah! Someone's following me! What do I do?" With a harsh screech, the car jerked to a stop. Jonah's face was etched with panic. "Where are you?"

Then we shrugged. “Bro, you're tripping.” “How the hell can a book smell like jasmine and lemon lime?” Caden thrust the book toward Draven. “Smell it.” Draven reluctantly took it. He sniffed. Then frowned. “I don't smell anything.” He handed it back. “It smells musky. Like a book. An old-ass book.” Caden immediately took it back and sniffed it deeply. His wolf started coming closer to the surface. I looked between my brother and Caden.

Chapter 2 The gate opened automatically before I could even slow down. I was still at least a couple of meters away when the iron bars slid apart like something out of a high-security film, and I didn’t hesitate—I slammed my foot on the accelerator and drove straight inside. Gravel crunched under the tires as I sped across the massive driveway, heading directly toward the main entrance of the mansion. If it had been possible, I would have driven the car right into the living room. Unfortunately, reality had other plans.