You Drive Me Crazy Book Novels & Stories

Without a backward glance, or a goodbye to Andre, we left the house, got into the car, and drove away. The silence was like a balloon, pressing me to the door, keeping me at the edge of my seat. I had no destination in mind. I didn't know where I was driving to. I was so disorganized. “I feel like I'm dying,” I said finally, inhaling a loud breath. “I feel so filthy, I want to scrub my skin till they peel off. I want to burn my clothes, wash myself in scalding water. I want — ” “Pull over, Abel. Now.”

"I think I knocked the engine out. The repair guy was telling me on the phone that I might have to get a new one, and I told him that if I thought I could afford a new engine, then I'd just get a new car. So far so good, I haven't bought a new car yet." "Let me drive you home." She lives all the way across town, it'd take her hours to get back home if she drove me. "Nope." "It's so inconvenient, and it's pretty late too." "I'll be fine." Honestly, the inconvenience is the least of my worries. I'm more afraid of meeting creeps. Early this year, I met a self-proclaimed vampire with fangs that dropped soon after his announcement. It was such a shame because he wanted to turn me into one too. No

He laughs pushing me towards the door. "For this reason, Kitty, to drive you crazy when beneath the coat is a top. To send you crazy all the way there wondering what is under my coat, to then also send you even more crazy with questions as to why the hell I am wearing jeans and not chaps, now move that arse before it gets shiny." Nodding I laugh walking out of the door.

Not even the blooming trees at the racetrack could rival her beauty that day. Callan studied my expressions closely. He did not miss a single detail as I recounted the scene. The psychological tests went on throughout the night. By morning, the report was in my parents' hands. Callan explained, "It's primarily psychological trauma, along with severe hallucinations and delusions. I recommend inpatient treatment." "Bullshit! I'm not sick!" I roared. A sedative was injected into my arm. Even so, I thrashed and yelled, "My wife's waiting for me at home! I have to go back!"

I dashed into the driver's seat after rapidly loading all of the items into the vehicle. I turned on the car's ignition but the car wouldn't start. I tried a couple of times to start it but nothing. I pounced on the driver's wheel out of frustration. I drew in a deep breath for It's official: I'm the town's crazy woman, I'm even dressed like one seeing my reflection and I'm really losing touch with reality, being paranoid.

I couldn't take it anymore at this rate I might go crazy, it's already seven pm, and all the workers have left including Rex, I'm the only one here in the office trying to get her off my mind, but she refuses going as she so stuck in my memory I needed to bring her back or at this rate, I might lose my sanity. I threw my laptop aside, and collected my car key before rushing out of the office. I entered the elevator but suddenly it felt like an eternity when the elevator finally opened. I breathed out in relief and walked out, rushing to my Lamborghini. I was shocked to see my other Lamborghini damn! I remembered I took the car from her that day "You've hurt her so much" My conscience taunted

“You’re being paranoid. Or maybe you’re just not attracted to me anymore. Which is it?” I opened my mouth, but how could I explain it? The sensation wasn’t fear exactly. It was warmer. Deeper. Like invisible fingers trailing down my spine, teasing the sensitive spot just above my ass. My clit gave a faint, traitorous throb. I pressed my thighs together, mortified. “Stan, please. I’m not crazy. It’s this new book I got today. Something about it—”

She tried to think of something…something to persuade him to back down from this… “You’re…you’re the president of Prestige Group…while I may not be as important as you…you need to think about yourself…imagine if something happens to you…it will be disastrous.” “You’re so noisy.”He snapped. Before she could think of what to say next,the timer went off and the car spend off like an arrow shot from a bow… There was a whistling wind in her ears and her hair was blown up by the wind… Fabiola grasped the handrail… “I don’t want to die…I really don’t want to die!”She screamed. Her heart was beating so hard that she felt as if it would explode… “Lorenzo!”She yelled.

She's crazy She helped me to get into the passenger seat. She plopped into the driver seat and started the car "If you scratch my car, I will hate you for the rest of my life" I warned "You already hate me" She answered as she drove out from the school "Who says that?" I asked and she was too focus to the road. I don't need to give my address right? I bet she knew my house She suddenly got into the McDonald's drive thru "What are you doing?" I asked

I had passed an intersection, and when I turned, another car followed me, leaving Shawn's car behind. It wasn't much of a surprise as the road was big enough for any driver to overtake another person. However, the driver was driving closer and closer to me. The driving was unreasonable as if the person was intentionally targeting me and wanted mutual destruction. My heart skipped a beat. I dropped my phone and sped up, trying to leave the crazy driver behind. But I was wrong. The driver had truly gone crazy. His speed was breaking rules, and he was fast approaching me. My body trembled as despair flashed through my eyes.