Plot Driven Novels & Stories

~Lucien~ The little fool Jacob did not realize what he had done. By refusing to cleanse himself before the altar, he was inviting curses upon the Draegors Pack, and I would never permit such filth to stain my bloodline. It was disgusting enough that he had laid with a woman without knotting her properly. Men who acted on impulse always pulled destruction to themselves. And beneath Jacob’s carefully restrained expression, I could see it clearly - something wasn't right. A hidden truth sat behind his eyes.

Aiden retorted, frowning at his sister. "You are so—what did the teacher say?" Maha said then stopped. "Infuriating." Aiden offered. "Yes. Infuating. You are so Infuating." Maha said. I let out a laugh at her pronunciation. We drove into the garage of the house and got out of the car. Aiden and Maha were still arguing when I caught sight of someone standing at the door. "Why are my little pumpkins fighting?" Jules asked them. Maha ran up to her and hugged her legs as she reported,

Marco "Run it again." My voice cuts through the hushed tension of the team trailer like a whipcrack. Ignoring the furtive glances between my engineers, I lean in close to the telemetry display, brow furrowed in scrutiny. The holovid reboots, and there it is once more - that damnable final lap rendering all my efforts into second-best futility yet again. I watch, jaw clenched, as the sleek lines of my ruby red machine knife through the corners in a flawless high-speed ballet. Every apex carved with pure indelible precision. Every turn-in point a masterclass of technical perfection.

There were 3 men in the car. "Little Lady in Red, want a ride with us?" The driver poked his head out the car's window. I spun my head back around, putting speed into my walk. My heart raced in terror. "Hey! We just want to give you a ride," another said. I began to run. The car sped across the side of the road, blocking my path. My heart beats loudly like a drum as the two men in the back seat quickly get out of the car. I looked around, as they did, for anywhere to get away. But the only means of escaping is the wood, which is dark and dangerous.

Roman grunted from the driver's seat. Soloman turned his face slowly to look at his right-hand man. Roman's jaw was knotted with tension, the old gang tattoos rippling down the cords of his throat. He knew he was overstepping with the boss, but he chose to ask the question anyway. Roman had a pretty fucked up moral compass when it came to everyone in the world except one particular blond. And now, apparently, the woman that was fiercely loyal to Katie Pullman had wormed her way into his affections.

It had not even been half a minute since the investor worth billions walked into the restroom, and he was already walking out with a scowl. It was an expression that spoke of trauma, as he had just survived a bioweapon. He did not even take a sip of water before he tried to find a polite excuse to leave like a bat out of hell. "I think that's it for today, Mr. Whitlock. I'll consider your proposal." Then, he led his team out without a single moment of hesitation. The deal was off. Meanwhile, someone uploaded a video of how Grant gave me a dog bowl and trash bags during the holiday gala. Perhaps it was an employee who had quit. Perhaps it was Mia on an alternate account. I never bothered to c

Good thing because I’m too shocked to comment on that one. “Is he flirting or is it just me Star?” She laughs, “I think you’ll be playing with fire tonight,” she replies. Great. The car ride is silent and I feel microscopic sitting beside this gigantic man. The driver doesn’t even say a word, but I’m sure mind link is their preferred way of communicating. I take in everything we pass on the way there, carefully assessing anything I may need to know for the future hoping Star is paying attention as well.

I had so many questions, so many accusations, but my body shook so violently I couldn't force out a single word. His gaze followed mine to the contract on the floor, and for an instant, he froze. But his expression returned to perfect calm within a heartbeat. Not even a flicker of panic crossed his features. He walked over with practiced ease, picked up the agreement, slipped it back into the drawer, and turned the lock. The entire sequence was fluid, effortless, as if he were simply filing away some mundane paperwork. Then he approached me, towering over my crumpled form, sounding frustrated and condescending.

"I don't need to confirm or deny anything. Believe what you want." The look on his face told me he was going to believe what he wanted regardless. "Well I believe that you have nothing better to do with your pastime so you chose to stalk me, I'm very amused actually." Well this was humiliating. Dad had found the most perfect yet infuriating guy in the country to be his driver. I hated that he was so good looking, I hated that he spotted my bullshit. And I was so sick of him chucking it at me. I wish I could say I regretted stooping so low but I didn’t and I'd be damned if I was going to have him tease me into submission. I’m attracted to him. Could he really blame me?

After I hung up, I let out a long, heavy breath. The driver glanced at me in the rearview mirror. "Happy New Year." I managed a smile. "Happy New Year." Back at my own home, I took the property deed out of the cabinet. Only my name was on it. That was the security my husband, Henry Mercer, left me. He bought the apartment while he was still alive, intending it for our retirement. Then Lisa got married and her husband, Brandon Seat, didn't have a place of his own, so they moved in temporarily.