Driving Me Crazy Book Novels & Stories

I have to work hard to pass the exams, to be a topper is so far for me as per my current situation. I'm hell worried for my studies and my loving caring hubby sets a man for learning driving. He has restricted that I can not touch my books until he leaves for the office, and this is not enough to irritate me, he prohibits me touch my books once he comes back home. He is crazy about me and I'm damn sure, he will make me crazy like him. In fact, I'm not accepting but I'm also crazy about him. I'm waiting for him, we are going out for driving practice. He promised me that he will be here before time and he always keeps his promises, so I'm ready and waiting for him. I was thinking about him, an

Elizabeth The steering wheel feels cold against my palms, even though the heater in the car is blasting. My fingers grip it tightly as I drive, the city blurring past me. My chest feels heavy, and my thoughts swirl like a storm. Too many questions haunt me, gnawing at the edges of my sanity. I take a sharp breath and force my focus back onto the road. My hands tremble slightly, but I press on. The car radio hums softly in the background, but I’m not listening. My mind keeps returning to Dr. Maggie Walker—my OBGYN through everything. She’d know. She had to know.

It was a masterpiece of a facade, a beautiful, polished veneer that hid the rot beneath. Outwardly, he was all pleasant smiles and cultured decency. But inwardly, he was a kingdom of chaos, a man who found joy in the symphony of another's breaking point. The man who could tenderly kiss a woman and extract a man's teeth with the same detached satisfaction one might feel pruning a rose bush. Regan slid into the driver's seat, letting the engine roar to life with a turn of the key. As he pulled away from the warehouse, he glanced in the rearview mirror.

Find the answers inside this book. I stared at the screen of my iPad and never took my eyes off it. Reading the description drives my mind back to that ungodly and miserable night of my life. My heart began aching badly and my breathing suddenly became furious, my hands began shaking and at the same time I was gripping firmly to my iPad. Faint voices and laugh was ringing in my head causing me to shudder. I screamed aloud and I realized my voice could be heard in reality because my driver came running to me in my living room.

Let's get a divorce. "I'm sick. My stomach hurts." Suddenly, I screamed. I curled into a ball with both hands gripping my head tightly. Tears streamed down my face, and my neck muscles tensed. Amelie's smile, her words, and her look of disappointment kept swirling in my mind. At that moment, everything—my reason, my emotions—broke down completely. How could I bring her back? I went mad, throwing anything I could grab onto the floor. Sasha heard the noise and rushed up. She pounded on the door. "Mr. Scott! What's going on, Mr. Scott? Open the door!"

I placed a piece of steak on Dominic’s plate. Dominic glanced at the TV. It was broadcasting the news about Logan’s car crash. He looked at me and said cautiously, “That’s too bad. I didn’t expect Logan to get into a car accident. You must be really upset, right?” I pretended to be displeased and complained, “What does anyone else’s life or death have to do with me? As long as I have you, that’s all that matters!”

Minus I felt the driver’s door slam and the car change directions before hauling ass down the road. Wherever we were headed, we were headed there in a hurry. I was foggy as hell from the injection and my perception of time was “fluid” to say the least. Still, it didn’t feel like I’d been in the trunk for long, and I hoped that meant that Cricket had hidden or gotten away. Until I knew she was okay, I didn’t give a shit about the ledger, or the club for that matter. It could all burn, along with this sick fucker for all I cared.

I ordered Mancini as I headed out towards the door; his men stood trembling, not daring to utter a single word as I stormed out of the room, my mind racing with a billion thoughts. She came back. Was she back for me? She could have escaped, although certainly I'd find her, but had she returned because she had nowhere else to go or genuinely because of me? “Ill drive, get out!” I barked out the orders to the driver, who was taking too long to respond; hastily, I yanked him by the collar to the floor. “Gi with the men, “ I asserted, slamming the door in his face and stepping on the accelerator. Loud curses and honks chased after me as I sped off like a maniac behind the wheel, cutting lanes an

I slammed the heavy car door shut behind me, and I started running up the rest of the dark driveway toward the brightly lit mansion. My chest heaved with every rapid breath I took, while my mind raced to process the chaotic events in the vehicle. I tried to rationalize the weird spark as simple static electricity from the leather seats, yet I knew deep down the sensation felt much deeper than a normal shock. The intense heat felt unnatural and impossible, and his terrifying confession about wanting to taste me proved he was losing his mind. I refused to look over my shoulder, because I was terrified he might jump out of the vehicle and chase me through the dark trees.

"Enjoy. Let me know what you think when you're done. Fair warning, though: you're going to need a cold shower after chapter twelve." I took the book and walked out of the store on legs that didn't feel like my own. The bell chimed again behind me and the cat in the window didn't stir. The world outside was the same as it had been when I walked in, bright and ordinary and completely indifferent to the fact that something inside me was cracking open. I don't know how I got to my car. One moment I was standing on the sidewalk with the book in my hand, and the next I was sitting in the driver's seat with the door closed and the windows up and the silence pressing in around me like a held breath.