Driving Me Crazy Book Mga Nobela at Kwento

I was building up my anxiety, simmering my frustration just below the lid, like a pot about to boil over. I was starting to be like a burst pressure cooker but was keeping the lid going. I couldn't just stand there waiting for something to happen. I had to do something, anything, to disrupt that waiting-the action could even be random. It was, however, enough to set a new view: I went to my nearby parked car, the keys jingling in my pocket like the promise of that sweet release.I hopped in, turned on the engine, and started driving, pressing harder and harder on the accelerator and leaving the speedometer behind.

We weren't out of danger, after all, just a few meters from the deepest part of the woods, approaching the nearest town, a small and warm town, tucked away from the major cities, not safe enough but our only hope at the moment, a whisper of safety amidst all the chaos that raced around us and within us. My palms were all sweaty as I gripped the steering wheel, holding onto it like my life depended on it as I took crazy turns, the tires hardly meeting the ground. And yeah, my life literally depended on the steering wheel. My breath held, fighting the urge to keep my eyes open. Yes, the speed that I was driving at was so crazy that I was tempted to close my eyes, just to avoid witnessing it al

“Natalie… get a grip of yourself” “I want to see it…” I was definitely going to lose my mind if she keeps her hand on my jeans longer than it already is, I tried so hard to keep my heart rate steady as I gripped the steering wheel harder, she ran her hand across slowly and that made me lose my sanity… I couldn’t even find it in me to tell her stop anymore but I had to stay sane if we were both going to make it home alive, I couldn’t be distracted while driving… I used my left hand to push her hand away… “Stop it natty, you’re distracting me… and I’m driving”

Chapter 1 The Mysterious Man Hazel I always drive at a speed of seventy miles per hour, but tonight is different. Aziz's henchmen want to catch me at any cost. I weave through cars on the crowded streets. I don't know how I haven't run over anyone yet, but now, my life comes first. I can't remember how I got myself into this damn debt, but I'll get out of it. I'll find a way to do so but right now, I need to escape alive.

“Damn it!” “Damn he isn’t going to invade my mind!” I slammed the book down and gulped the wine down. “Maybe a walk will do.” I drank another glass of wine before setting out for my walk, I knew two glasses was a dangerous game, but at the moment the nice air made me feel better and I needed to calm my mind before I did something stupid. I was already feeling weird from the first one, the second one made me a little too loose, and I wasn’t sure I should be out there.

The receptionist helped me by wheeling my luggage to her car to avoid any suspicion before I finally left. My heart was beating so hard as I left. Once any of his men see me, I'm doomed, but luckily, they didn't. I drove away, I didn't know where I was going, but I just kept driving. “Fuck you, Edward!” I cursed as I drove. Suddenly it started raining. “Great, just great,” I said sarcastically as I continued driving. I came to a screeching stop when I noticed a car parked in front of me, blocking me from going any further. My brows creased and I started honking, signalling him to move the fuck off the road. I'm running from a fucking psychopath I need to hurry.

“Go buy yourself something nice and forget what you saw.” She gasped softly. Her hand trembled as she picked up the cash, nodding quickly. “I—I won’t tell anyone. I swear.” “Good.” I walked out before she could say another word. By the time I pulled into the Wolfe Estate driveway, my heart was still feeling heavy. The scent of her still lingered on my fingers. I could recall every inch of her like I recorded it. “Damn it!" I swore and the driver turned to me questioningly. Soon, everyone would think I was going insane. Sansa was driving me insane and each night, I couldn't help but wish I hadn't gotten on that plane to Italy.

CHAPTER 114 Chapter 114 : My Bullies, my Stepbrothers, My Mates Carina’s POV I gripped the steering wheel so tight my knuckles turned white. My chest felt heavy, and my head pounded from all the yelling. I couldn’t even think straight. My stepbrothers were driving me insane. I had to get out of that house. I needed air, space, something—anything to get away from them. I pressed my foot down on the gas, speeding down the road. My heart thumped loudly in my chest. I wasn’t even looking at where I was going. My vision was blurred, not by tears, but by the sheer frustration boiling inside me.

What if Bonus Chapter 3: What If Eli Rear-Ended Dante’s Car? Eli POV The parking lot outside the big-box bookstore was pure chaos—late afternoon sun glaring off rows of windshields, horns honking, everyone trying to leave at the exact same time. I’d just spent three blissful hours lost in the lit section, arms loaded with new releases and a battered copy of *The Bell Jar* I simply couldn’t resist. My silver nail polish was chipped worse than usual from flipping pages nonstop, ink smudges still stained my fingers, and my favorite hoodie smelled like old paper and the vanilla latte I’d spilled earlier. I was completely distracted, replaying a complicated line from my thesis notes in my head, w

I didn’t wait for clearance, didn’t care about the guards yelling after me as I tore out of the compound like a madman. I was fury in motion. Street lights blurred. Horns blared. The tires screamed against the road with every reckless turn. I drove like a drunk, but my eyes were sharp, locked on nothing and everything. My mind was chaos, but my hands were steady. I was possessed. I ran red lights. Swerved past cars like they were standing still. Nearly clipped a delivery van and didn’t blink. One man cursed out his window. I didn’t hear it, I heard her. Her breathless groans. Her desperate cries.