Joyce Byers Car Novels & Stories

He asked him in a flat tone. "I came with mom. She didn't let me drive on my own." Nia can't look straight on his hypnotizing eyes. She's afraid for him to notice that she's nervous and that she want to grab him but she's restraining herself. Bryce entertained their hands as if she will still escape anytime. He click his car keys and a grey 2020 Ford Mustang wailed. They are rich but her mother only owns a Mercedes Benz C-Class! He opened the door for her, put his hand over her head and waited for her to sit before he went to the driver seat.

Everlyn felt her breath catch. “You can read it.”“Yes.”“And?”Jesse leaned back slightly, his jaw tightening.“I ran it through a private database.”Everlyn’s heart began pounding.“Who owns the car?”Jesse hesitated.“Someone connected to my family.”Her eyes widened.“Who?”Jesse exhaled slowly.The driver was registered under the Vance corporate fleet.”

Until now, Joyce still believes that their meeting wasn't a coincidence, but rather orchestrated by Celina. She knows that even if she explains it to him, he won't believe it. So, just let him think that way. Celina gently nudged Joyce aside and said, "Whatever you think is up to you." "Not denying, but silently admitting what I think is correct," Joyce said, then stepped on the gas pedal forcefully. The car accelerated without any warning, causing Celina, who hadn't prepared herself, to lean forward suddenly.

His tone was cocky, and Beatrice was laughing as she walked past, getting in the car with John. Climbing in it feels so nice; he might just regret this. Starting the engine, the car roars to life, the sounds making me moan; it sounds amazing. Putting it in gear, I speed out of the car park, Sean in the passenger seat and Jayda in the back.

Slowly, the window wound down and revealed the driver who looked at Joyce. Joyce's jaw dropped. "Wha- what the– OH, my God!" she screamed in joy. The driver grinned and alighted. "Joyce!" the driver called in pure excitement. "Jones!!!" Joyce jumped into his arms and hugged him tightly. "Oh, darling! Is this you?" Jones exclaimed as he gathered Joyce in his embrace. "Come inside the car, babe. Let's go somewhere and talk better," he suggested and she happily nodded and followed suit as he opened the car door for her and let her sit comfortably before closing the door and going around to enter the driver's seat.

"You... You want me to get out of the car? But there are a lot of reporters following us! If I get out of the car now, who knows what they'll say?!" "I said, get out of the car!" Harry slowly opened his eyes, which held an icy coldness as he looked at Joyce. Joyce was jolted, frozen by the gaze. Numbly, she opened the car door and got out. The car sped away, leaving her standing alone in the cold wind. She quickly stopped a car from the Hope family that was following behind them and hurriedly got in. She knew that the scene just now must have been captured by the reporters.

She then retrieved a delicately crafted bracelet and said, "What do you think about this rosary bracelet? He'll look like a cool and aloof saint straight out of a novel!" Sage was at a loss for words. "Trust me, I've binged on hundreds of novels and short dramas, and all the male leads look like this. I reckon it'll suit your friend's vibes!" "Ms. Joyner!" Just then, Abby's sweet voice came from behind. Sage turned around and noticed her stepping out of a black luxury car parked on the side of the road. Sage recognized it. It was Ian's car, and the driver was his usual chauffeur.

But instead of getting an answer, he got hit with a bottle on the head. The driver immediately lost consciousness. Joyce then dragged him to the backseat before she moved to the front. Starting the engine, Joyce tried her best to keep her driving straight, eyes on the road, both hands on the steering wheel. She stopped near Belle’s company. She waited for Belle to show up. Fortunately, she didn’t have to wait that long. After nearly an hour, Belle came out of Sweet Sue. Joyce trailed behind her as the woman drove to who knows where. When both vehicles reached the section where there is no light and there are only a few pedestrians, the cab accelerated and hit the car in front of it. The impa

She had a smile on her face that reached her eyes. “You have no idea how long I have waited for us to be able to have a girl’s day out.” Jade beamed. “Me too!” Grabbing her arm, I led us outside and noticed that Cyran and Kellan had already left. Reaching the gate, Jade opened it while I shoved the card in the case of my phone. I noticed a different car sitting by the curb, that was obviously a female’s car. It was a little purple Pontiac Sunfire, with a large sticker on the side, of a Jade gem.

The horns blared furiously to urge her to get out of the way, cars kept passing by her and drove off, but Joyce laid still as if not hearing them. She stood up, rushed to the middle of the road, planning to accept fate and kill herself. She closed her eyes; hot tears trickled down her cheek. All of a sudden, she heard the brakes squealing. A black car stopped in front of her. The doors opened, and two bodyguards got out of the car. They had just witnessed the whole process of Joyce’s chasing the car and thus caught her and pushed her into the car. “What are you doing? Who are you?!” Joyce asked while struggling in horror.