Traffic Novels & Stories

"That's what makes people connect. That's what makes them trust her. Not because she's perfect, but because she's honest." "Honesty doesn't drive market share," I said. "Strategic positioning drives market share." "You're wrong," Eli said, and it was the first time he'd directly contradicted me without immediately offering an alternative framework. "Honesty does drive market share. Because when people feel seen and understood, they build loyalty. That's how brand advocacy starts. Not with perfection. With recognition." I wanted to argue that the data didn't support this, but I was starting to understand that I couldn't win arguments with Eli by citing data if the data was measuring the wrong

his wolf did not appreciate my humour. It takes ages to get to my brothers, between traffic behind an accident, a sudden downpour and our driver who likes to go 10 below the speed limit. When we arrive at the palace I feel a bit sorry fr anyone I am about to encounter, I am hangry and I am in full snark mode. I will hurt anyone who pisses me off. Even Leo stopped trying to hold my hand or soothe me. As we drive up the driveway to the Palace entrance Leo and I are both instantly on alert. Something is wrong and are wolves can feel it. Then I see it. There are no lights on. It’s 7pm and dark out, the place normally a glowing beacon this time of night.

"What vehicle was he driving?" "Umm, a Lamborghini SUV." "In which direction did the vehicle go?" "West, sir" "Did you get a glimpse of the number plate?" "Umm, no. I think it ends with 582, though. Is that helpful?" "Yes, thank you." Aretha and the two police men got in their car and drove west. I hope my daughter is okay.

His words penetrated deeply into me, I felt like word by word, my determination was cracking; I wanted to go up to him and have him hug me, to tell me that everything would be fine, but I shouldn't. “And you know what else?” he asked stopping at a red light and turning to me “that I...” His words were cut off under the sound of tires skidding on the wet pavement; then there was metal colliding with metal and a few seconds later, total silence. I was impressed because I had seen everything in front of me, a white car flew past us without caring about the red light and was overturned by a hit and run cargo truck. The white car rested all folded in the corner opposite to us and nobody got out o

Wyatt liked that idea very much too. I pull up in her driveway at a screeching stop. I jump out the truck and walk fast to her door . I started to bang on the door " KATRINA !!" I yelled Surely that would wake her , that would wake everyone up in the pack house. After a second I still didn't hear anything from inside . So I walked around the house to the back door . I turned the knob and it opened but I couldn't go inside because of the damn force field that covers the house, she told me .

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It would take us at least forty-five minutes to get there in the traffic about to start, but knowing Rian and Sage, they would either be late anyway or not come at all. Surprisingly, when we pulled up to the restaurant, Sage and Rian were also pulling up. We greeted each other before walking in and finding Alyx and Mason seated at a table. We joined them and ordered our drinks. The table then fell quiet as everyone looked over their menus, but there was so much tension it would take a chainsaw to cut through it. “So Jillie, how was the sonogram?” Alyx questioned, breaking the silence. “It was great,” she said, pulling out the sonogram picture and handing it to

I couldn’t even imagine how much that cost. Still, Sam and him had gotten into it about something in the city. They now argued every time they were within eye-line of each other. Kevin escaped in his very modest Toyota Sequoia. The only thing that wasn’t modest was the color. It was in what was called a Supersonic Red and I didn’t think that large of a car needed to be supersonic. That was not the point, but far be it from me to point it out.

**Lisa's point of view:** Ace’s men led us to another convoy of SUVs waiting outside. The tension in the air was palpable, but knowing Ace was with us brought a sense of calm. Mia, still weak but more hopeful, held my hand tightly as we climbed into the back seat of the lead car. Ace sat beside me, his presence a reassuring anchor. As we drove through the winding roads, Ace filled me in on what had happened during his trip. He had been tracking The Jackal for weeks, only to find that the elusive criminal had orchestrated this attack on our home as a diversion. Ace’s anger was evident, but so was his determination.

I said as I bit his lower lips and he groaned. " We should really talk about this," he said as he breathed hard and in response I pressed harder on his hardness. “ Fuck, stop doing that," he groaned, “ Then take me home," I said, I sat back on my seat as he started the car and drove off. The car was filled with sexual tension admist the tension of wanting to know who hurt me. His gate opened and we drove in as he stopped in front of the house. I could see him clutching his steering wheel so tightly so I held his hand.