Mad Max Driving Novels & Stories

The unmistakable roar of a high-performance engine. Maxwell looked up and his eyes widened in disbelief. A bright red Ferrari pulled into the gas station. The exact same car that had cut him off. The same reckless driver who'd nearly killed him five minutes ago.

All the crowds immediately parted to make way for Maverick due to petrification. Upon arriving at the parking lot, Maverick opened the door to the driver's seat. Seeing the driver, who had a headphone on his head while vibing to music, and his eyes turned darker. He coldly glared at the driver, almost making the poor driver want to flee for his life! “Scram!” He coldly bellowed. Without even knowing how, the pale and trembling poor driver shakily replied, "Yes, boss,” and fled out of the car immediately! The poor driver couldn't help feeling so petrified, as if he were in the presence of King Yama at that moment!

, he questioned with a calm voice, hoping he doesn't piss him off with the kind of mood the boss seems to be right now. Take to the club, any nearby club, Maxwell added with his shut as if sleeping, before he took a deep breath abs flutter his eyes open staring outside of the window taking a deep breath. * "Stop the car, the heck is wrong with you, I said dropped me at any nearby club, and you're about to pass the third club we've come across," Maxwell voice was stern as he screamed at his driver who was clearly shocked by the tone of his words. Immediately, without further ado, the driver quickly stepped on the brake and came to a halt, causing them to hit their back slightly against the se

“That’s the car taken by the Madam, saying she’s going to chase them!” The General Manager frowned. “Didn’t you own an old Toyota? How can your car run like in the Fast&Furious? Are you kidding me?!” He was sure it was his car. But the car on the monitor was like driving as if death was chasing it! It was impossible for his car to be able to pull this off…unless the Madam was a good driver. She wasn’t, was she?

She step on the pedal and speed up her car, avoiding the enemies' vehicles that wanted to collide with her car. She felt like driving on a zigzag road even though the highway is plain vertical. Mischa evades the dangerous attempt of Narco's clones to bump into her car. Their boisterous laughter echoes in the air like they are playing deadly drag racing on the public road. 'They are out of their minds!' Mischa hissed in her mind while keep glancing at the side mirror of the car. They are really puppets who were permitted to kill themselves in a fun way.

*Monroe's POV* After my session with Matt, I shower at the gym so that I can pick up Cade. Once we get to my place, he puts on the 6th fast and furious movie as we eat our Chinese food. After the movie, it’s about 7, so people should start showing up soon. I see Maddy’s car pull up 15 minutes later and the two girls let themselves in. “Oh good, I was hoping you guys would be here first!” I say and run into my room and emerge with two small wrapped boxes.

Oh… Mara, what a cruel fate you suffered. “Drive faster,” he ordered. “I can’t wait to have a taste of her.” Adrian, or whoever was driving, pressed hard on the pedal, and the car ran at the highest limit… off to the SilverHowl Pack.

He relayed the plan to Richard, who was still breathing heavily on the line. “Hurry, Greg. Please,just hurry.” Richard’s voice cracked with fury and fear as he pressed his foot harder on the accelerator. A black car sped down the empty road, its headlights slicing through the night. Lucas gripped the wheel, his face twisted in rage, his eyes burning with a single thought—revenge. In the back seat, Madison’s eyelids fluttered open. Her wrists were tied, her lips sealed with duct tape. For a moment she couldn’t breathe, panic clawing through her chest. Then her eyes darted to the driver’s seat;Lucas.

Compared to her glamorous fur coat and high heels, I probably looked filthy and pathetic in her eyes. She let out a quiet laugh, her tone full of contempt. "Are you the only driver who has made it through the mountain's 72 winding turns unharmed? Do you have any idea that the 50 million dollars I'm offering is enough to buy 100 lives like yours?" I said nothing and smoked in silence. The driver's side door opened, and Elias stepped out. His gaze swept across me. His expression was calm, but he still carried the same air of superiority.

"Raymond, send our driver to follow her. I want to know where she's going and what she's up to." "Yes mother." replied Raymond. Meanwhile, Madison drove out of the Smith household in her family's BMW. She was on her way to the shopping mall when she caught sight of a familiar vehicle appear in her rear view mirror. 'That's our family Mercedes. Someone must have sent the driver to track me down. What should I do?' thought Madison. Almost immediately, Madison had a bright idea. She saw up ahead that there was a traffic stop. The traffic light turned yellow. In three seconds, it will change to red. Madison took the chance, went full throttle, and managed to beat the red light.