Novel Drive Novels & Stories

“Then it won’t be hard for me to find. Remember: the only thing that keeps you breathing is the drive. Lose it, and you’re of no use to me.” The line went dead and I swore under my breath. Of course they’d already accessed it, despite the encryption. But Powell was right about one thing: I needed that drive. And I needed Dante dead. He was becoming too much of a pain in the ass. I’d find him. I’d make him pay. And then I’d hand him over to Powell, piece by piece, until the drive was in my hands and the threat was neutralized.

CLARA’S POV I exhaled softly as my driver pulled into the car park of Bennet’s Drive, Nate’s automotive manufacturing company. All the inspections I’d done today had gone very smoothly, but I’d been anticipating this one with some excitement, mainly because it was my first step in getting revenge on Nate.

The note read: "The truth is closer than you think." Her heart raced as she stared at the USB drive, contemplating the potential risks. Lena knew that the drive could contain crucial evidence or it could be a trap designed to mislead her. Despite her apprehension, she couldn’t afford to ignore it. The stakes were too high. She took a deep breath and plugged the drive into her computer, her fingers trembling slightly.

Both of them had their own functions and speciality, while Gabriel never missed his shots, Big Drive could kill with just one blow, each flanking my sides immediately after I stepped out of the building. “Don,” They greeted robotically and I nodded my head at them, Gabriel got into the driver seat while Big Drive sat in the Passenger’s with his gun ducking out of his holster, I got in the passenger’s seat while checking my time and realizing that I had only fifteen minutes to get home, before my little spitfire start burning down the whole building.

POV: Julian Vane-Moretti The air in Vault 001 had turned from sterile to suffocating. The silence was no longer the hushed reverence of a bank; it was the heavy, ionized stillness that precedes a massive electrical discharge. I looked at the obsidian drive in my hand, its surface so dark it seemed to pull the light from the room. This was the fruit of twenty years of my mother’s ghost-work. This was the "Deep Audit."

She worked faster. The fourth layer was the deepest… the neurological interface layer, the code that would make the consent requirement operate below the level where bypasses were architecturally possible. This was the layer that made the whole structure permanent rather than provisional. This was the fifteen minutes of work that the drive had been built toward. She wrote the final connection manually not from the drive but from her own memory of the code, the piece she had kept in her head rather than committing to the drive because some part of her had known that the most critical element needed to live somewhere Elias could not access even if he found the drives.

"The Weaver. He did his job, but the second the doors were open and the blood started spilling, he vanished into the trees. I didn't think he’d stopped running until he hit the coast." "He didn't," Chatmory said. "He came to me. He was so terrified of what he’d seen that he gave me that drive as a 'get out of hell free' card. He told me that if I ever needed to disappear from the Council’s reach, this was the only way. It doesn't just encrypt the data; it mimics a hardware failure on the host server. As far as the Council's IT is concerned, that sector of the drive simply burned out. There’s no trail to follow."

Something that made my pulse quicken before I even arrived. The drive out of the city felt like crossing into another world… rolling hills, endless trees, a quiet winding road that led to their secluded cabin, far from prying eyes, far from routine, far from the life I knew. I felt a shiver of anticipation ripple through me. My stomach twisted low in my belly, warm and alive with curiosity and nervousness. What am I doing? I asked myself, and the answer thrilled me… I am exploring. I am indulging. I am alive.

I slip out the back just as glass shatters inside. The desert air hits my face, dry and metallic. I run across the sand toward the car, gripping the flash drive so hard it cuts into my palm. Behind me, gunfire erupts. By the time I reach the highway, the sky is burning red with dawn. I glance down at the drive in my hand. The label is smeared, but one word remains legible. “EDEN.” I start the car and floor it toward the horizon.

One could even say Dimitri was a lightweight. "To his place, duh. Do you know where he stays?" Blair asked. She held Dimitri by his hands and his weight was weighing in on her. Blair sat him back down and then tied her hair into a low ponytail. "He stays at Goodnovel estate, newcomer street, House 100." Dante answered. Dimitri had told him where he stayed earlier. "I'll help you carry him." He added when he saw Blair struggling with him. "They don't let people in this late. Goodnovel estate, I mean. I'll just take him to my place. Here's my address." Blair said then wrote her address on a piece of paper. Dante took the paper then carried Dimitri to her car.