Novel Drive Novels & Stories

The silver drive in her hand caught the dying light of the sun, glowing like a piece of forbidden technology. ​"Julian, don't," I whispered, my voice barely audible over the gusting wind. My hand was steady on my rifle, but my heart was hammering against my ribs. "She’s a stranger. Whatever is on that drive, it’s not who you are anymore. You’re more than a series of protocols."

“Tessa, seriously, you look hot as hell. No guy’s going to survive you tonight.” “Stop,” I muttered, brushing past her to grab my keys. But I couldn’t hide the warmth creeping up my neck. Outside, a sleek black BMW waited at the curb. I raised a brow. “Since when do you drive this?” Nova slid her arm through mine, grinning like a thief. “Since I stole it from Cole this afternoon. He doesn’t know. Don’t worry, I’ll bring it back before he notices.” I snorted. “You’re insane.”

MARCO I shake off the lingering unease from Luca's disturbing "prescription" and head back to my apartment, desperate for the comfort of solitude. The driver's lounge and garage suddenly felt overwhelmingly claustrophobic, like the walls were closing in intent on entombing me in my friend's insidious delusions. Delusions...or some darker introspection I've refused to acknowledge until now? Growling under my breath, I smack the heels of my palms against my eye sockets, as if I can physically dislodge the disconcerting thoughts gnawing at the edges of my consciousness. It's a fruitless exercise - if anything, it only seems to grant them more purchase.

Reynolds drove through the pouring rain with the wipers barely keeping up, the city lights bleeding across the windshield like smeared accusations. The USB drive sat on the passenger seat like a living thing, pulsing with every secret it carried. He had driven for hours trying to outrun the decision he had already made. Giving it to the girl. Letting her see the full truth. Watching her world crack open even wider than it already had.

It consisted of a large glowing monitor, a keyboard, and a central processor tower with multiple open data ports. I reached into the small hidden pocket lined inside the bodice of my gown. My fingers found the tiny, black hacking drive Adrian had given me. I pulled it out and stared at it for a brief second. This tiny piece of plastic held the power to destroy a mafia empire. I jammed the drive into the open port on the console. The monitor flared to life immediately. A black terminal window popped up on the screen, lines of green code scrolling too fast for me to read. Then, a thick progress bar appeared in the center of the window.

The drive to the Cole estate felt longer than usual. Rain clouds gathered overhead again. The roads remained busy. Traffic crawled through parts of the city. Nova occupied the backseat by singing softly to herself. The sound filled the silence. A welcome distraction. Adrian drove with one hand resting lightly against the steering wheel. The other occasionally tapped against the center console. A habit Ava recognized. He was tense. Not visibly. Not dramatically. Enough. The realization surprised her. Because Adrian rarely appeared nervous. Especially around his own family. Yet today felt different.

The tribute discourse itself had been brief, just like the escalation that suddenly took several lives. Then I saw Elsa's father walking away on foot with two of his pack members. While others drove away in cars, Seth preferred walking instead; maybe he wanted to race home quickly. I was only happy he had managed to catch up with paying the tribute this month. It was more than a relief for me. I quickly grabbed a car within the damaged courtyard and drove hard behind Seth. That's the best approach to my departure less obvious. Seth had already swerved into a hurried pace when I honked loudly while speeding after him.as his guards. Luckily, I was able to catch up with them within the forest l

He sat up slowly, one hand still locked around Aria’s like it grounded him more than the steel floor beneath. “But he wasn’t afraid of me either,” he said softly. “He just… waited.” Aria leaned in, forehead to his. “That’s what they tried to steal from you. Not love. Not freedom.” He nodded. “Time.” Nova approached, slower now. “Cassian there’s something else.” He looked up, weary but focused. She held out a secondary drive. “It copied the collapse sequence. Not just the overwrite but your resistance. The emotions that rewrote your own root.”

My gaze drifted to the small safe built into the bookshelf behind the desk. My heart sank. I knew the code. I’d watched him enter it a dozen times without meaning to remember it. A habit. A pattern. A curse. I closed my eyes briefly, steadying myself. “Just do it,” I whispered. The keypad beeped softly as I entered the numbers. One by one. Each beep felt like a betrayal. The safe clicked open. Inside sat a single black drive. Small. Unassuming. World-ending. My hand hovered over it, fingers trembling. This — this little thing — was enough to destroy everything.

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.