Driven The Book Novels & Stories

I got into my car. I drove. I didn't know where I was going. I didn't choose a direction. My hands just gripped the wheel and my foot found the accelerator and the city blurred past the windows in streams of steel and glass and amber light. I drove the way you drive when staying still feels like dying. When the body understands that movement is the only thing keeping it together. Sterling Thorne is my half-brother. The enemy I have been chasing, the missing pieces I couldn't find no matter how many doors I kicked down, were shoved into my face in the cruelest way possible.

I need to disappear as quietly as possible. This would be my first long drive on my own and far away from home. The first time I did it was when I clocked twenty and I desperately wanted to rebel against my mother. I had driven out of Atlanta and was nearing Cleveland when my car stopped. I had no idea what went wrong with it. The only person I could call was my mother. Since then, I never contemplated running. But this time, I am very prepared. No matter the obstacle I might encounter. I will not return to this house.

Because disobedience meant death. And maybe worse. --- Far in the distance, the last of Kael’s convoy sped through the forest roads, tires grinding against wet gravel, engines humming like shadows fleeing the storm. Inside the Rolls-Royce Cullinan Black Badge, Kael sat in the passenger seat, the ancient tome resting on his lap. The Book of Damned. Bound in something no one dared identify. Etched with runes that seemed to slither under the eye. Heavy as if filled with the weight of every soul it condemned.

The Voss brothers’ country estate sat on the edge of the Cotswolds, a sprawling stone manor hidden behind high hedges and a long private drive. Luca had driven them there on Friday evening, the Maybach’s headlights cutting through the fog as they left London behind. The twins had been quiet during the ride. Julian scrolled on his phone, Alexander watching the passing countryside, but the tension in the car had been electric, like the calm before a storm.

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He rolls his eyes "How about that book you used for your sexual purpose? I gave it to you, didn't I?" I looked around the room, what book was he talking about? He gave me a bo- Oh. My face immediately turns red after I remember the scene I did with the book, I walk over to the table and there I noticed it again the book and that fucking drive. Idk if I should ask him but then I need to explain to him how and why I know about it? He would literally fire me up with questions and I really don't want that right now. All my inside system is a bit of a mess but I still can't leave without an answer. I need to know about these two drives.

Right now, all that mattered was Elaine, and the burning desire to uncover the darkness that lay between us. I climbed into my sleek black car, the engine roaring to life as I started it. The powerful sound reverberated through me, echoing the anticipation I felt. I pulled out of the driveway, my mind racing faster than the car. The townhouse wasn’t far, but the drive felt interminable.

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.

I could feel Dom's cold stare linger at what I'm holding before he went back to the driver's seat. He started the engine and he drove me home. The whole ride was silent as I started the few pages of the book. We passed by the fields as the sun gracefully went to sleep. The sky was a light shade of orange and pink. As days passed by, the place grew more old.

Doesn't even wait for the door to fully close before barking, "Drive. Fast as you can." The driver doesn't hesitate. Slams on the accelerator. They tear out of the driveway. Onto the main road. Weaving through traffic with illegal speed. The other two SUVs follow close behind. A convoy of black vehicles racing toward the college. Inside the car, Dante's mind is racing. Elena awakening. Bloodlust. Running out alone and vulnerable. And his brother Aaron in town. Looking for leverage. Looking for ways to hurt him. Fuck fuck fuck. The pieces are all there. The pattern obvious.