Late Night Drives Mga Nobela at Kwento

ADRIAN The engine of the sedan screamed as I pushed it past ninety on the rain-slicked asphalt of the Expressway. My knuckles were white, fused to the steering wheel, my eyes locked onto the distant, crimson glow of taillights. I was driving like a man possessed, weaving through late-night traffic with a reckless disregard for the laws I had spent six months meticulously following. The "Ghost" was gone, replaced by a raw, primal desperation. "Don't be late," I hissed, the words a jagged prayer against the windshield. "Not tonight. Please, not tonight."

Growls followed him down the foyer, but in a matter of minutes they were all dressed and slipping into their vehicle of choice: him in his SUV, Leon in his rare bike, and Joseph on his hideously bright green Audi. The sooner they left, the sooner they could return. He just hoped the latest target his brother sensed was easy to track… and had done something vile enough to even slightly deserve the fate that awaited them. With a peel of his tires, Rhye drove the car out of the garage and followed Joseph into late-night traffic. ***** The boring vacant, nighttime highways were freeing at first, but before long, the sense Livia was the only person in the world strengthened the aching loneliness

Midnight Spook Party SEE the dead return! SEE live on stage: Johnny Alucard—a zombie nightmare with hex appeal! SEE buckets of blood! SEE a live murder! Triple feature shriek show starts at sundown Oct. 31. Stage show at midnight. Moonlite Drive-in HWY 139 at north county road. $5.00 per car—bring your friends, you’ll be afraid to go home alone! Something about this—something I knew I should remember. It floated at the edge of my memory, then it was gone like a passing cloud. I folded the flyer into my jacket pocket and went inside.

Chapter twenty two— drive ★Maliya's pov★ I glanced at the clock on the dashboard as Micaiah drove us down the dark highway, the city lights fading behind us. It was late, past midnight, and the road stretched empty ahead. We'd decided on a drive to clear our heads after the shower, but my body still buzzed with need. That short skirt he made me wear rode up my thighs, and I shifted in the passenger seat, feeling the leather stick to my bare skin. No panties, of course—his rule for the night.

​"Leo..." ​The surrounding noise of the night seemed to fade into absolute silence. The muffled, heavy thud of the club music behind the metal doors, the groans of the four men bleeding out on the wet pavement, the quiet drip of rain falling off the brick walls—it all died away. The entire world shrank down to just the two of them standing under the flickering yellow streetlight. ​They simply stared at each other for a full, agonizing minute. Neither of them moved. Neither of them dared to breathe.

he argues, making me laugh. I wave and watch for him to get into his house before I pull away, heading toward my own. Truth be told, I hate driving late at night. Astigmatism makes it hard for me to see and reminds me of having grandmother eyes, no matter how young I am. Typically, I try to be home before it gets too late, but tonight Holden's out with the guys and we had a party at The Café for one of Whitney's clients. Cleaning up took longer than we thought, and here it is, after ten pm and I'm just now headed home.

Two separate drives home. One shared secret burning hotter than ever.

But the thought of being completely cut off, not knowing, was worse. The night of the meeting was pitch black, moonless. The wind screamed off the North Sea, carrying a needle-fine rain. Leo drove an unremarkable, rugged Land Rover, its lights off, using night-vision goggles to navigate the trackless moor. We stopped at the crest of a hill, the derelict radar station a jagged silhouette against the slightly lighter gloom of the sky.

Xander Hayes The door slammed, echoing against the morning silence as I hopped from the driver's side of the Audi A8 L, Peter Monroe's preferred vehicle for transport. Three months into this job and I still can't get a hang of not being early. I guess it's just stuck with me after spending all those years in my line of work. Besides, I know firsthand not to keep bosses waiting.

Nothing mattered but that he protect his lifemate. Caitlin drove like a woman possessed, finding trails where there were none, over rotting logs and into rocky ravines. Sometimes she made good time, other times she crawled. It was interesting driving at night. She no longer needed headlights. She could see as clearly as if it was day. The moonlight spilled down to bathe the trees and bushes in silver. It was beautiful, all colors of the spectrum vivid and detailed.