Novel & Cerita Driving Me Crazy Book

I have never been jealous about any lady who was talking to a guy than when I get jealous of Ivana when she even says hello to them. I have never told any lady that I would ruin their relationship with their boyfriend. Ivana was different, and after learning she was that kid I saw last before I left here, the urge to keep her close became strong. But… I don't understand my feelings, I am so scared I would hurt her, I am so scared I would make her cry. "Fuck!" I hit the steering wheel as I clutched it then I accelerated. I have been driving in circles, as I drove in circles so was my thoughts.

I tipped my head up to pause. My communication book was not where it was supposed to be. My writing stick was rolling to the edge of the counter. I thought I would explode. My legs swung so fast off the chair. My eyes just lay on my communication book scattered on the floor. “Are you fucking crazy!” I screamed as I rushed to it, finding a few of the pages torn. My whole body was shaking and I was seeing red. “You are telling those blood suckers our secrets. Are you here to be their spy, huh?”

“What the hell are you doing?!” “Helping,” he mumbled around my length like he didn’t just say the most dangerous thing known to mankind. The traffic finally cleared. I panicked—heart racing, muscles locked, hands trembling on the steering wheel. But somehow… somehow I drove. And Rafael? He stayed right there. Bent over. Lips moving slow, deep, torturous. Every suck was like a wave crashing over my sanity. I couldn’t focus, couldn’t blink, couldn’t breathe right. “Rafael,” I groaned, barely managing his name. “Stop. Stop—I can’t—I’m driving—!”

“You’re going to drive me insane.” And maybe that was exactly what I wanted.

Her heart was hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird, and the urge to scream, to run out into the sunlight and never look at a book again, nearly tore through her throat. I’m going crazy, she thought, her breath coming in ragged, pathetic hitches as she dropped her head between her knees, trying to stop the spinning room. It’s inside me. It left something behind. She stayed like that for five agonizing minutes, trembling in the cold dark of the lower stacks, listening to the echo of her own frantic breathing against the stone. But as the seconds ticked by, the roaring in her ears began to dull. The images of the beach house slowly receded, leaving behind only the cold reality of the

“You’re driving me insane.” I felt drunk, like every sense had dialed up to eleven. I arched against his hands, letting him explore my back and waist. The heat between us built until it was almost too much. Then, out of nowhere, my brain sabotaged me. I saw Levi’s face, the bored, ancient stare from the library, and the way he’d said my name like it belonged to him. I tried to shake it, to focus on the real, warm body beneath me, but the thought clawed back.

With a sharp turn, I drove into the main road, heading straight to that one place where I would find Derek. The car sped along the road, flying past the others at a maddening speed but somehow, it didn't feel enough. My anger was growing. My hatred was skyrocketing and my fear was slamming hard against every other rationality left. I stepped on the gas, and the car jerked forward as I drove past the corner of a trailer. Curses followed behind me but I couldn't care less. I didn't slow down. I drove at a crazy speed just as my thoughts were driving me into insanity so fast.

It echoed constantly in my head, and I began to feel my body tremble. I clenched my fists and stayed focused, taking slow breaths in and out despite how hard my heart pounded against my chest. The world around us trembled, the colors bleeding into one another as if they were painted on a canvas being washed away. The forest, the sunlight, Jasmine’s laughter—all of it dissolved into darkness. Then— A road. A curve in the distance. Rain hammered against the windshield of my car. I was driving. Fast. Too fast. “I did it,” I muttered after opening my eyes.

Krystal's POV "Fucking Richard! Nikkie, damn it! Damn Aaron! How dare all of you conspire to make a fool out of me! Do you think you're so great? Aaaa!" I cursed while driving after leaving Nikkie's apartment. My emotions were out of control, and I took it out on my crazy driving. I deliberately drove all the way out of town, looking for a quiet place where I was free to hit the gas. Driving like crazy during home office hours on city streets is just asking for trouble. Before I've even reached my maximum speed, I have to press the brake pedal again because of traffic. It would only stress me out more!

I slammed the brake so hard the tires screeched. The car jerked to a stop. I jumped out, the door banging shut behind me. I slammed the door and stormed inside; my heels clicking against the marble floor like tiny sparks of fury. I need to check it all, check everywhere. I rush inside our bookstore room quickly and push the door open. My fingers trembled as I yanked open drawers, scattering books across the floor. Boxes toppled, papers fell like feathers — useless, meaningless. I dug through everything until my arms ached, my breath shallow and ragged.