Novel & Cerita You Drive Me Crazy Book

The receptionist helped me by wheeling my luggage to her car to avoid any suspicion before I finally left. My heart was beating so hard as I left. Once any of his men see me, I'm doomed, but luckily, they didn't. I drove away, I didn't know where I was going, but I just kept driving. “Fuck you, Edward!” I cursed as I drove. Suddenly it started raining. “Great, just great,” I said sarcastically as I continued driving. I came to a screeching stop when I noticed a car parked in front of me, blocking me from going any further. My brows creased and I started honking, signalling him to move the fuck off the road. I'm running from a fucking psychopath I need to hurry.

Dear Reader Thank you for reading the first chapter of the book called, My Crazy Normal. My Crazy Normal was originally written as an Interactive Story Game. I am in the process of adapting it into a novel form. The original version contains a great deal of dialogue to fit the platform for which it was intended. Though you can enjoy the story in its interactive format too as currently published. (eg when Kayley speaks, the format will be as this: Kayley ~ “Mike, what an awesome surprise. Where have you been?”)

I start 6th out of 7 cars not impossible to get up to the front but it could be better. At the drop of green I take off passing a few cars but then it happens. My worst nightmare I lost control tagging the wall and next I know I’m seeing the ground hurdling towards me.

FAITH I was sprawled across the bed, surrounded by a fortress of thick books, my frustration mounting with every page. Jessica’s voice echoed in my head—“I want you to finish reading them all!”—and I groaned, burying my face in my hands. The door knocked softly, snapping me out of my misery. “Come in,” I mumbled, flipping a page halfheartedly. Blaze stepped in, looking effortlessly put together in a crisp white shirt and tailored pants. He raised an eyebrow when he saw me buried under the books. “Are you ready for your appointment?”

This desperate. This addicted. It was crazy. She was driving him crazy. And the funny thing was, he didn’t mind it one bit.

Every freaking time! “You drive me insane, Mia!” Christian started pummeling into me while I took everything he had to offer like a greedy child. The world around us faded away, leaving just the two of us, tangled in a dance of desire and passion, the cool water a distant memory as the heat between us burned brighter than ever.

I didn’t wait for clearance, didn’t care about the guards yelling after me as I tore out of the compound like a madman. I was fury in motion. Street lights blurred. Horns blared. The tires screamed against the road with every reckless turn. I drove like a drunk, but my eyes were sharp, locked on nothing and everything. My mind was chaos, but my hands were steady. I was possessed. I ran red lights. Swerved past cars like they were standing still. Nearly clipped a delivery van and didn’t blink. One man cursed out his window. I didn’t hear it, I heard her. Her breathless groans. Her desperate cries.

" I wanted to stop her so I could concentrate on what I was about to drive but the inside of her mouth was so warm and relaxing. The pleasure just blew me away. Fuck this! I decided to drive while she sucked me and honestly it was one hell of a ride as half of the time I didn't know what was in front of me. I really don't know how I managed not to crash into a vehicle or the reverse, a vehicle crashing into me and in all of these the crazy bitch didn't even seem to care if her life was in danger in fact she was sucking me even more. This psycho is going to lead me to my death!!

“You’re driving me crazy.” The words hit me harder than the coffee spill. My breath caught, my eyes snapping up to his. “What?” I whispered, my voice trembling. His jaw tightened, his brows drawn together in a faint frown, like he didn’t even understand himself. “You… You’re driving me crazy, Celeste. And I don’t even know why.” For a moment, all I could do was stare. He looked frustrated, almost angry, but not at me—at himself. As if the feeling unsettled him as much as it unsettled me.

I couldn't stop the trembling, and a moan started clawing its way up my throat. I strained every nerve and swallowed hard, desperately trying to keep myself quiet. If I let out even a whimper on this crowded bus, the shame would be unbearable. When Uncle Mike saw how strong my reaction was, he pressed harder, following the seam, finding my core, and working his fingers in a frantic rhythm. I couldn't help but let out a soft moan. It felt too good. The desire inside me was spiraling out of control. I could hardly hold it in. My bones felt like they were melting, and my legs had lost all their strength.