Driving Me Crazy Book Novels & Stories

My heart pounded as the tinted window lowered slightly. “What the hell?!” I yelled, anger and nerves spilling out. “Do you not know how to drive? You almost killed me, you idiot!” No answer. Just silence. My hands trembled as I stepped closer, glaring. “Whoever you are, you need to open your damn eyes instead of speeding like a maniac...” I cursed. Yes. This was me, whenever I get frustrated and confused. "Move away!" I barked. Then my gaze fell on the license plate.

, How dare she, I was very angry but I can't move , I just touch my face and opened my mouth , she moved towards me, she was talking to me but I wasn't listening, I was just drooling over her, she drove out, yet I haven't said anything, a car hoot jolted me back from my thoughts, I adjusted myself, went into the car and drove off . ************************************************************************************************************ ___________________________________________________ I got to my company and drove into the parking, I was surprised , what!!!, next to me is the miss crazy lady car!!! We shall find out what happened in the next chapter

Before I can pull my head out of my ass and stop her, my soul mate gets in the car and drives away. my soul mate jumps in the car and drives away as if the dogs of hell are at her heels. are snapping at her heels. Soon, very soon, little honey bun, I'll make sure you don't run away from me again. you don't run away from me again. I go back to the living room and open the black bag. I blink several times as I take out the book and see purple tentacles on the cover. I blink and flip through it. flip through it. Holy crap. This is not the last Slade Gray book. Things happen in this book that blow my mind.

“You’re driving me crazy.” The words hit me harder than the coffee spill. My breath caught, my eyes snapping up to his. “What?” I whispered, my voice trembling. His jaw tightened, his brows drawn together in a faint frown, like he didn’t even understand himself. “You… You’re driving me crazy, Celeste. And I don’t even know why.” For a moment, all I could do was stare. He looked frustrated, almost angry, but not at me—at himself. As if the feeling unsettled him as much as it unsettled me.

He was toying with me, trying to drive him crazy for what I did to him and his friends and he was succeeding. After almost 30 minutes of driving recklessly like that, I could feel myself about to throw up, my heart was pounding too much and everything was just... "You want me to slow down, right?" I nodded. "So earn it." What? "Have yot run mad?" I couldn't help it, "you're trying to get us into an accident and you want me to do something to make you stop this madness?" "I guess you're enjoying it then." Then he picked up speed again till the car was practically flying. It was too much for me. My stomach was turning. I could feel the ground slipping away from beneath me.

I don't bother looking back, but I know he ended the sentence with that smug smile. *** *** *** *** *** *** *** To say I drove like a madman would be gravely understating things. For some reason, the closer I got home, the faster my heart beat. I couldn’t shake off the dread and the goosebumps. Calm down, Elena. Your sister is fine, and your patients at St. James Hospital are fine. Just breathe. I try to control my breathing, but it's to no avail. So I drive even faster, almost colliding with a red sedan a few blocks from my home.

"You think someone as rich as you would be smarter? You don't belong here." My stomach squeezed shut. "No problem. I'm going." I didn't hesitate to put my car in reverse but before I could ease out the gate, a car blocked me in. What the hell? I don't know what it was, if it was a fight or flight moment, but I was outside my car, face to face with . It seems my brain didn't cherish the term self-preservation. "Move that damn car!" I was only met with snickers. "If you people actually knew who I was, you'd move that car right now." I shouted, pointing to the Camri blocking me in.

Book 24 “Fuck me,” Emma moaned softly in the passenger seat, the words escaping her lips in a breathless, jagged whisper as the sports car tore through the dark city streets. The fast-acting sedative seemed to spike even more with every passing minute, sending waves of intense heat straight to her core and completely obliterating her remaining cognitive control. Her small hands clawed weakly at the leather upholstery, her head rolling back against the headrest as her body burned with an unnatural, desperate franticness.

Still locked on my little Rebel on her knees in front of me. I slam my palm down on the emergency stop button. The treadmill belt screeches to a violent halt beneath me, nearly throwing me forward. I grip the handles hard enough that the metal groans, chest heaving, my cock already half-hard and pressing uncomfortably against the tight fabric from just the memory. “Fuck.” The silence rushes back in after my curses is heavier than before. Meeka. That woman, that name entirely is going to be the death of me. She drove me absolutely, teeth-grindingly insane—a feat no other woman has ever managed to pull off.

' I say irritably and he chuckles through my mind making me shiver. 'Well, I think you'll like this one a little better than the last. The location at least.' 'Hmmm and why is that?' I question him. 'Because the largest book store in the state is only a half hour drive.' He says and I squeal both in my mind and in real life, freaking out Griffin. 'Oh shit.' I panic. 'What? What's wrong?' Micah asks. 'I screamed out loud and scared Griffin. He swerved the car a little.' I say with a giggle and I hear Micah's laugh filter through my mind. It's warm and sexy and makes me want to hear it in person again.