Driven The Book Novels & Stories

"We need to move quickly. It's not safe here. Come with us, and we'll explain everything on the way." We follow Nora and Professor Stills to a van parked at the end of the street. It's unmarked, without any insignia or logo. The windows are tinted, and I can't see inside. Nora opens the door and gestures for us to climb in. "Hurry, before anyone sees us." We pile inside, and Nora takes the driver's seat. Professor Stills gets in the back with us. I feel a moment of relief that we're finally safe. But then I remember my parents.

Farah dragged her to the middle of the room and her mouth widened in awe. "Here." Farah said, throwing a heavy book to Ramona. Ramona caught in just I time before it hit her face. "You might be my Queen but when it comes to teaching you, I'm at the top." "Yes, ma'am." Ramona giggled out as she did a small salute. Farah rolled her eyes and ordered, "Start reading." Ramona flipped open the book and her eyes drooped to show her tiredness. She hadn't slept the last night and now the sight of this big book made her even sleepier. Farah shook her head and then used a freeze spell to increase the coldness in the room.

Third Person POV Draven drove as fast as he could, ignoring everyone and everything in his way. He sped ahead without breaking speed. Soon enough, he was at the gate of his estate. He parked inside and immediately got out, running to his suite where he left her. He barged into the room. “Noah! What the hell happened?" His voice boomed across the room. Noah who had been expecting him gently stood up and handed him a piece of paper. He took it from Noah and read it over and over again.

Her pulse surged. She changed direction— Sharp— Toward it. Behind her— The footsteps shifted. They saw it. They knew. “Elena, don’t!” Adrian shouted again. Too late. She reached the car— Yanked the door open— Slid inside— Locked it. Her hands shook as she fumbled for the ignition— It was already on. Good. Good. She slammed her foot down— The car lurched forward. Tires screeching. Heart racing. She drove.

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I couldn’t for the life of me think straight. “Answer,” he thrust harder, eliciting a whimper from me. I swear to God they lie in the books. What I read in books could never compare to what I was feeling right now. This was a mad rush. I was scorching under my skin, my veins quaking violently as if electrocuted, my senses were fucked fogged. This man was driving me insane.

he muttered. The driver blinked. “Sir?” “I’ll drive myself,” Lucian said, brushing past him. The driver hesitated, concern flickering in his eyes. “Be careful, sir.” Lucian got into the driver’s seat, slammed the door, and started the engine. The roar of the car filled the silence like thunder. The iron gates of the Drayden estate opened slowly — far too slowly for his burning patience — but once they were wide enough, he sped out like a man being chased by ghosts.

“This was supposed to be your Valentine’s gift, but everything went to shit and I completely forgot.” Draven glanced at it, still grinding against her. “What the hell am I supposed to do with a book? Don’t bore me, Selene. I’m so goddamn horny.” He kissed her neck harder, squeezing her breasts. “Calm down,” she laughed, “The gift is what’s inside.” He took the book from her hands. “Her Price, His Obsession,” he read aloud. “What’s in it?” Selene opened to chapters 15 and 16, then passed it back to him.

She pushed past him to confront me herself. The assistant's face crumpled. "Miss Elstein… didn't you know? Mr. Wilford's blood was fully drained. He's gone."

The book in Jack’s hand felt like it weighed a hundred pounds as he rushed out to the trucks and the shifters who were begging him to hurry the hell up like they hadn’t eaten in a hundred years. He rushed out and jumped into the driver’s side, carefully placing the book on the console between himself and Chase. “Is that what I think it is?” Chase asked as Jack buckled his seatbelt and turned the truck on. “Yeah,” Jack said, turning the truck around to head back toward their village.