You Drive Me Crazy Book Novels & Stories

I struggled against his hold, my rage growing. He stuck his face into my neck, inhaling sharply. “You are driving me crazy, Rave.” His voice came out crooked and husky. My heart began pounding. “Hey, get off me.” My voice shook slightly. Somehow, I couldn’t bring myself to struggle again, not with how close he was right now. “You drive me crazy; you are doing it on purpose, aren’t you?” he whispered, bringing his face up to face me. I held my breath, swallowing hard. “I don’t know what you are talking about.” I managed, voice breaking.

My vision blurred with rage and panic, the two emotions smashing into each other until my hands were shaking uncontrollably. I was trying to navigate traffic, trying not to break down, trying not to still imagine Zayne’s blood blooming across his shirt—and she would not stop. The phone vibrated violently in the cupholder. “STOP CALLING ME!” I yelled at the empty car as if she could hear me. On the next ring, I snapped. I hit answer and shouted so loudly my throat burned: “WHAT? WHAT DO YOU WANT? I’M DRIVING—YOU ALMOST MADE ME CRASH! IF YOU DON’T STOP CALLING ME, I SWEAR—”

but she walked away, not sparing him a second glance. The scene shifted painfully, and now he found himself driving, emotions swirling as his vision blurred. He was lost in a chaotic haze, driving recklessly, clinging to the wheel as if it could anchor him. Suddenly, a bright light flashed in front of him, the realization pulling him back as he slammed on the brakes, right before the other vehicle collided with his…….

The second I slid into the driver’s seat, I felt the tension snap inside me and the control I had kept so meticulously in place unraveling like a frayed rope. I drove like a fucking madman pushing the engine to its limits and breaking every goddamn rule that existed on the road. Red lights blurred past me, speed limits useless and the city turned into nothing more than a streak of headlights in my peripheral vision. I didn’t stop. Didn’t let myself think.

She was shutting me out completely. Something in me snapped. I slammed my foot on the brake. The car lurched violently, tires screeching against the asphalt as we came to an abrupt halt. The sudden force jerked us both forward, the seatbelts locking tight across our chests. A sharp silence followed, heavier than before, broken only by the fading echo of rubber against the road and the faint ticking of the engine. “Are you crazy?” she snapped, the book slipping slightly from her hands as she steadied herself. “Do you want to kill me?”

I ran toawards the car and getting in, I start to drive away, in the rain, tears leak out of my eyes ,my hands tremble driving the car, what did i do , how can i kill him, how can I? I screamed slapping myself , every part of my body ache I couldn’t fucntion properly my legs shake so abd my fingers working weird, making me hard to control the car. Suddenly, my head started pounding making everything blur around me, I stepped on the brake pedal, but it didn’t work . what is happening why is the car not slowing down, I panicked , what the fuck, what is happening , i pressed hard on the gas pedal but nothing seems to work

“You are the biker Isa, focus on driving us rather than driving me crazy.” “I do not intend to leave any hanging, I will drive us safely and drive you crazy as well.” “Anticipating,” he shrugged and I jerked off, riding the bike to action. I shoot my ass backward in the process and heard him groan. “Impressive start.” “Well, I told you I wasn't going to leave any hanging. I have one duty Mr Nazio, and that is to drive you crazy.” “And when I am pounding that creamy hole of yours. Do not hesitate to moan that name.” his ever-tantalizing voice had my pussy tingling, my knees bucked and I almost lost control of my act.

“Go buy yourself something nice and forget what you saw.” She gasped softly. Her hand trembled as she picked up the cash, nodding quickly. “I—I won’t tell anyone. I swear.” “Good.” I walked out before she could say another word. By the time I pulled into the Wolfe Estate driveway, my heart was still feeling heavy. The scent of her still lingered on my fingers. I could recall every inch of her like I recorded it. “Damn it!" I swore and the driver turned to me questioningly. Soon, everyone would think I was going insane. Sansa was driving me insane and each night, I couldn't help but wish I hadn't gotten on that plane to Italy.

With a happy smile, she entered the car, sitting comfortably on the seat. I slammed the door shut, pissed "Happy?" "Very" She beamed, not affected with my grumpy attitudes which was completely opposite from hers at the moment. I have read and heard about how some guys have ended up in a psychiatric ward because of some girls that made them go crazy. In my case, Diane is the one who's gonna be the reason I might end up becoming a psychiatric patient. The girl is driving me crazyyyyy with her attitudes and we haven't even reached the restaurant. Help me Lord.

Krystal's POV "Fucking Richard! Nikkie, damn it! Damn Aaron! How dare all of you conspire to make a fool out of me! Do you think you're so great? Aaaa!" I cursed while driving after leaving Nikkie's apartment. My emotions were out of control, and I took it out on my crazy driving. I deliberately drove all the way out of town, looking for a quiet place where I was free to hit the gas. Driving like crazy during home office hours on city streets is just asking for trouble. Before I've even reached my maximum speed, I have to press the brake pedal again because of traffic. It would only stress me out more!