Joyce Byers Car Novels & Stories

Luckily I could convince the boys that I want to be alone today, and I could drive, I even had to show them my driver's license for proof. I didn't know which car I wanted to drive today, Anthony was strict on switching up cars d then, said it had something to do with people not being able to know your next move. I walked passed each car slowly, looking at each design and uniqueness, until I saw a dark, shiny, 2017 BMW, "Jace, I need the keys to this one,” I smiled proudly pointing to the car "Nice choice Ms. Francis, sure you handle this bad boy, ” tossing me the keys.

"Daphne, you look exactly like Daisy. Honestly, I wouldn’t know the difference if I didn’t already know." I blushed, grateful for the confidence boost. "I just hope I can carry the look into my actions today," I said. "You will," Brittany added, pouring us glasses of orange juice. "You’ve practiced hard. You’re ready." Oliver gave a small nod. "You’ll be fine. Just follow your instincts." We finished up, and Jade led the way to the garage. When she asked which car we were taking, the butler pointed at the black Mercedes-Benz Maybach. Its surface gleamed under the morning sun.

Joy rushed outside the house and headed straight for the garage. She didn't stop for anything and was determined not to waste the precious time she had to escape because she had no idea when Daniel would return from work. This was the plan she had... she started the car engine and pressed on the brake instead of the accelerator because of how nervous she was and probably because she hadn't driven a car in years... she sat there in the car trying to catch her breath, her hand gripping onto the steering, a cold sweat on her forehead. "I can do this" Joy started to mutter, her eyes started to Scan what she needed to know to drive and after studying for just a few seconds she started the car and

Hayes was safely into a car, he wouldn't be comfortable. A large, fancy, black Town Car pulled up to the curb and the driver hurried around to open the door. Jenna squeaked with excitement and climbed into the car, giving the driver her address. Tracy gave Mr. Hayes a gentle push towards the car. He swallowed again, clearly uncomfortable with the idea of getting in a car he wasn't driving. He climbed slowly into the back seat next to Jenna, trying to smile as she jabbered away about how she always enjoyed being chauffeured around as a kid. Tracy smiled at the club owner and slid into the car.

I thrived on the tension though. "Big boss, we're here now," the chauffeur announced. "Get down," I ordered ordered sharply, waiting for some form of defiance. But Joyce merely pushed the door open and stepped out, her movements like a zombie. My jaw tightened. The driver came to open the car for me. As I stepped out, I turned to call Joyce to my side, only to find her already standing there. She was staring blankly ahead. "What...." "Big boss," I heard someone call, cutting me off.

"But you're welcome." The convoy of cars left the hotel, with Andrés in the lead vehicle and Joyce following in another. The city lights blurred past as the cars sped through the quiet streets. Joyce leaned back in her seat, reflecting on the success of the evening. For the first time in a long time, she felt a sense of accomplishment. But the calmness didn't last.

Some even started to fight. In the end, Joshua looked at Yolanda and said, “Yolanda, get in. I’ll drive you.” Yolanda was feeling gleeful. She walked over with her high heels clacking against the floor. She twisted her bottom and sat inside the car. The women were all looking at her with envy and jealousy. Then, Joshua laughed and said, “Um, I’ll be heading over now. Please take care of each other if you have cars.” After a while, a few classmates started to drive out of the parking lot with their cars. The best one was a BMW 3 Series. It belonged to Carl, and he was taking three women. He was also feeling pleased with himself.

"My club's bar. But yeah, I run the place." "One more?" Red asked as he returned. At that moment, I looked out the window toward the garage. Cyrus was pulling up across the street in the tow truck with my car trailing behind. "Actually, that's my car." I motioned toward the window. "I should probably go see what the damage is." "Good luck," Bonnie said as I headed for the door. "And don't take any crap from Blayze Rollins." I smiled over my shoulder with a nod.

"Drive carefully." Seeing the black Bentley slowly drive to the back of the car, Jessie felt her right eye jump for some reason. She rubbed it and recovered. After waiting for about ten minutes, Driver Bart drove a silver Audi over. In the distance, Yosie saw her getting into the silver Audi. She picked up her phone and dialed a number. "Wu? I'm Timmy's younger sister. Help me do something. The pay will not be lower than my brother's."

I asked. Rosy sat up, unclipped the seatbelt, and took her bag. She wordlessly stepped out of the car and walked into the building. I sighed and started driving to my lonely home. When I parked the car at the garage, someone ran into the garage, holding an umbrella. I sighed, wondering why Mrs. Joyce will work herself out for an ungrateful man like me. “You shouldn’t come out in the cold, Mrs. Joyce, I’m not a little boy!” I snapped and a giggle sounded under the umbrella.