Nothing Good Starts In A Getaway Car Novels & Stories

He shut the door and walked around the side. “You told her?” Luna Ember’s voice rose a little. “Apparently, Caleb let slip a little more than I’m sure he meant to because she had nearly the whole story. But yes, I did.” Gamma Maddox got in the drivers seat and slammed the door shut. He pulled out and raced down the road. This car was the yellow beast that you could hear from blocks away. As we drove away from the pack house, it got easier to breathe. I still was fisting my shirt as I took deeper and deeper breaths.

The engine roared to life just as guards spilled from the mansion. “*Stop her!*” Genevieve’s scream pierced the night. Stephanie slammed the gas, the car lurching forward. Rearview mirrors flashed with pursuing headlights, but she swerved into alleys, losing them in the labyrinth of the city. --- An hour later, she parked in the shadow of a derelict motel, her hands welded to the steering wheel. The baby kicked again, a fragile reminder of why she’d run. She reached for her phone, still clutched in her trembling hand.

It wouldn’t do to have anyone curious enough to peek in. Sliding into the driver’s seat, Devon gripped the steering wheel, feeling the leather strain slightly beneath his hands. He started the engine, the low growl of the V8 echoing in the quiet garage. The mansion’s lights behind him seemed almost mocking—warm and safe, a reminder of what he was risking everything for. As he pulled out onto the empty road, his mind ran over every detail Damian had given him. No police. No military. No interference. It was the same tired set of rules that criminals used to feel powerful, but Damian had the leverage to make those rules stick.

I have a mother to hunt down. I love you all with every ounce of my heart. Ps. I'll connect with you through magic. See you later. Pps. I stole items from the guys. It'll take them years to figure out what I took. Xoxo Brielle. I place my duffle bag into the backseat of my car and take off as fast as my car would go. I need to get some distance away from this castle and me. ⋆˙⟡♡ ⋆˙⟡♡ ⋆˙⟡♡ ⋆˙⟡♡ ⋆˙⟡♡

“Figured I should. Though I’m guessing the NYPD has more pressing cases than designer rims gone missing.” They stepped inside together, and Ava accompanied him as he made the report. The officers at the front desk looked mortified. It wasn’t every day someone reported grand theft auto—right outside their precinct. Once the paperwork was done, Lucca followed her back outside, eyeing her car thoughtfully. “Need a ride?” Ava asked, amused. Lucca grinned. “I thought you’d never offer.” Without hesitation, he slipped into the passenger seat. “My new car’s being flown in. Should land this afternoon, if customs doesn’t hold it up.”

I was pinned under the mangled race car. Blood blurred my vision, and a warm stream flowed from my lower body. I struggled to reach out of the window, seeking help from John , but I couldn't make a sound. I wanted to tell him to save our child, but he kicked me away, looking at his trousers stained by my blood with disgust. “You're so dirty; don't dirty my new clothes.” Without stopping, he stepped over me and walked towards the woman who was receiving the award.

"Mm, they’re all fine. Don’t worry. They miss you too, so that’s why I came to pick you up early this morning." The word "too" made my heart flutter. Once we boarded the plane, I noticed it was the Langleys’ private jet. The luxurious décor, coupled with the soft sofa I sank into, made me feel more relaxed than I had ever been. A sudden ringing pulled me out of my thoughts. It was a call from Justin. Quentin noticed the incoming call and made a face. "Answer it. Some things need to be cleared up." With that, he strode into another room in the cabin.

After giving all my instructions, I took my new ID and got into an unregistered car. "Driver, take me to the airport."

That was one hell of a night. And no doubt that tonight is officially my favorite Three A.M Getaway.

“Except now I’m adding grand theft minivan to my list of crimes. Fantastic. Maybe next we can rob a candy store or jaywalk aggressively.” He glanced up at me, eyes flashing. “Get in the car, Marigold.” I huffed but climbed in, slamming the door. The Kia smelled like crayons and french fries. There was even a stray pink sippy cup wedged under the seat. “Wow. Nothing says badass fugitive like fleeing in the official car of preschool pickup.” Gregor ignored me, peeling out of the lot like the van was a getaway Lamborghini. I leaned back, pressing my hand against my side where the claw marks had been. To my shock, the wounds were already knitting together. Wolf healing. Still, the sting made me