Driving Me Crazy Book Novels & Stories

“Because you make me crazy.” That’s when sanity — what little remains — finally waves a white flag. And the one-and-only brain cell still on duty warns me that driving while fucking is definitely illegal. Also suicidal. So I wrench the wheel and pull off the road so fast the tires scream and the car skids to a violent halt, throwing up a thick cloud of dust. She clings to my shoulders, laughing breathlessly. The world outside disappears — swallowed by early-morning mist and silence. Just us. Panting. Buzzing.

I was fucking confused. And as if cumming inside her wasn't enough confusion already, I had to spew rubbish from my mouth. “You drive me crazy, you fucking drive me crazy."

" I wanted to stop her so I could concentrate on what I was about to drive but the inside of her mouth was so warm and relaxing. The pleasure just blew me away. Fuck this! I decided to drive while she sucked me and honestly it was one hell of a ride as half of the time I didn't know what was in front of me. I really don't know how I managed not to crash into a vehicle or the reverse, a vehicle crashing into me and in all of these the crazy bitch didn't even seem to care if her life was in danger in fact she was sucking me even more. This psycho is going to lead me to my death!!

The drive back to Daniel’s house felt like it took forever and no time at all at the same time. My skin was already prickling with heat…not the consuming inferno from earlier, but enough to make me want to claw out of my own body. Every bump in the road sent sparks shooting through my nervous system, and I had to grip the steering wheel hard enough to leave marks just to keep myself from turning around. Stupid stubborn bastard. Enzo and his self-loathing bullshit were going to be the death of me. Or at least the death of my sanity.

The loud honking sound of an oncoming car jolted me out of my trance, I immediately halted on my step and slowly turned to the side, seeing the car advancing towards me with full speed, with it's light blocking my sight, I slowly covered my eyes with my right palm, I was so shocked that I felt stocked to the ground and could barely move my feet but the craziest part is that I don't even want to move maybe this is the best opportunity to end it all, yes this is what I want for this car to run me over, So instead of making an attempt to leave, I was happy as I slowly brought down the hand I used in covering my eyes and this time I closed my eyes happily waiting for my last breath. I suddenly n

I dashed into the driver's seat after rapidly loading all of the items into the vehicle. I turned on the car's ignition but the car wouldn't start. I tried a couple of times to start it but nothing. I pounced on the driver's wheel out of frustration. I drew in a deep breath for It's official: I'm the town's crazy woman, I'm even dressed like one seeing my reflection and I'm really losing touch with reality, being paranoid.

hours earlier... extended version of chapter 40. (BONUS CHAPTER) The second I climbed into Alex’s car, I didn’t even bother buckling my seatbelt. Screw safety. Screw the rules. Screw everything. I just pressed my foot down on the gas and drove. Fast. Reckless. Stupid. The kind of speed that made the entire car vibrate and made my heartbeat throb in my ears. But I didn’t care. I couldn’t care. Not when my mind was replaying the same scene over and over again like a movie I never asked to watch:

Lord Cassian The engine of my SUV hummed like a caged beast as I tore down the dark highway, leaving my blood-soaked house behind. It was past midnight, the kind of hour where even shadows seemed to whisper secrets. Snowflakes smacked against the windshield, melting into streaks that blurred the world outside. My hands gripped the wheel tight, knuckles white, rings biting into my skin. Every mile I drove east felt like a step deeper into madness, but I didn’t care. I couldn’t care. The hunger inside me—the real, gnawing kind—pushed me forward.

"I’m starting a new book." "Yeah? What’s it about?" I looked out the window as the ruins of my life slid past. "It’s about a woman who stopped writing," I said. The driver laughed. "Short book, then." "You’d be surprised." We drove into the dark. The headlights cut a thin, flickering path through the ash. I closed my eyes. For the first time in years, I didn't dream of the Butcher. I didn't dream at all.

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