Your Driver Is Waiting Novels & Stories

“Especially when it’s not necessary. There’s plenty of protection here.” I sighed, but I nodded, understanding. “What are you going to do?” “Maybe grab some food up the street and then come back here and hang out. This isn’t my first time being a driver, so I don’t get bored easily,” he assured me. But when I didn’t move or look away he sighed and gave me a small smile. “No need to worry, Miss Lila. I promise I’ll be fine and here waiting when you return.” I nodded. “Okay,” I said softly, sliding out of the car to join my waiting and obviously nervous friends.

,Samson asked, grinning widely. "Hmm. I know you don't like to wait even if it costs someone's feelings.",Christian taunted him, recalling his old memories. "I am waiting for you till my last breath, Chris. Take your time and choose wisely. The driver is waiting for you, below with the car ready. And I have sent you the location on your mobile too.",Samson stated and hung up the call without waiting for his reply. Christian was staring at the screen blankly. He did not realize what just happened a few moments ago.

My driver looked at the man standing in front of our vehicle and asked uncertainly, "Ms. Spencer, should we get out and see what he wants?" "Ignore him." The driver backed up and moved the car to the side of the road to avoid blocking traffic. The rain outside was getting heavier, and he was quickly soaked through. I watched coldly, unmoved. It was time he experienced what waiting felt like. After about an hour, he staggered and nearly collapsed, shouting, "Do you hate me so much that you won't even see me? "But I need to see you. I have something to say before I leave."

“Look—our pictures. This is me and my fiancé. Here’s my ring. I’m not just some stranger—” The guards barely glanced at the screen before one of them exhaled sharply, already turning away. “Miss, we’re not doing this. Please step aside until we can confirm your appointment.” Mia clenched her fist and turned to the cab driver, who was still parked by the roadside, honking impatiently. “Miss, hurry up! I have other places to be,” he called out. “Just a minute—” “I can’t wait anymore, ma’am.” The driver frowned, throwing the car into gear. “I’ve waited long enough.”

the driver asked Patrick, showing his hands. " Can't you wait a little longer? My work isn't done." Patrick snapped and anger flashed in the driver's eyes. " So, what? Give it to me in advance," he argued. " Have your stupid conversation later. What do you want from us? Why do you keep on following us?" I shouted in frustration, looking straight into Patrick's eyes.

“It's almost eleven in the evening; I don’t think we will get hold of the driver.” “He on Lucifer's payroll, is he not?” Dominion nods his head, “Yes, he is.” “Good; call the driver, and I will find out where they are.” “How are you going to do that?” “They have the suitcase. I planned a microchip inside the leather, which sends off a signal every twenty minutes to this little gadget.” “I can see now why the boss hired you.” “Just as I thought, there is a strong signal.” “How is it going with the driver? Are you getting hold of the driver?”

Hazel West What was all that about? Why was he so close to Charisa like that? He just confessed that he still loved me and the next minute he's hugging another woman. Men I waited outside for the driver but he didn't arrive yet. I wonder what could be taking him so long Dunlop came out of the house and saw me waiting for the driver but he paid no attention to me. He just passed to his car Was he ignoring me? He started the car and drove over to where I was

"I think my driver left. He's supposed to be here and wait for me to finish the meeting upstairs." "Oh. The red sports car, right?" "Right!" I nodded repeatedly. "You've seen it left? Has he been out for a while?" "Just a few minutes ago, Ma'am. Ten minutes, I think." I grumbled in irritation and stared at my phone, shaking my head in disbelief. Where is he? SIRIUS (point of view) Sighing, I stepped back in defeat and motioned for her to come inside with me. I would gladly tell her about whatever happened that day instead of letting her find out everything on the internet. I wouldn't allow that!

My driver didn't barge and it was clear he wasn't prepared to be a murderer. "Okay fine, go take her out of the way." He got out that instant. I focused back on my laptop. When I checked the time again, it was 3:35 pm. Twenty-Five minutes more. Where's this driver? I thought. A minute has passed and he still hasn't returned. I lowered my glass and saw him knee-deep in a puddle. It was as if his leg was stacked. He couldn't move. I grunted and took my umbrella. If I wasn't on my way to a farmhouse for a freaking deal.

Then: “Registration is dead.” Ronan’s expression hardened. “What do you mean dead?” “Vehicle exists. Ownership does not.” He looked toward the street again. The driver never stepped out. Never moved. Never approached. That bothered him more. Curiosity acted. Professionals waited. “This is not school gossip anymore,” Ronan said quietly. “No.” The answer came instantly. “It isn’t.” The line ended. Ronan remained where he was. Watching. The car stayed another four minutes. Then drove away.