Your Driver Is Waiting Novels & Stories

I want to see how she’s doing after how rough I was with her last night. I throw a coat on and take the elevator down to the ground floor. From there, my driver is already waiting. I have several on call, but there’s one who always waits just outside my building. Rain, shine, four in the morning… It doesn’t matter. He’s always there. By the gallery, but two streets down. I want to pick something up. “Shall I wait for you?” the driver asks. “No need,” I reply, checking my teeth in my front phone camera.

“The estate is far.” My fingers curled into tight fists at my sides as stubborn fire filled my chest. “I don’t know what the hell his problem is, but he is going to get a piece of me when I get home.” I tried booking a cab. Then a motorcycle. Then another cab. One by one, the requests blinked on my screen—Searching for nearby drivers…—before vanishing with the same cold, infuriating result. No drivers available. I added a tip, a generous one. I added more when there was still nothing. Surely someone would take it now.

I pay them well to do what they do best. My driver has the door to the vehicle open; I get inside and reach for my phone. Impatiently, I wait for Lucky to pick up. It goes to voicemail. Hey you’ve reached Lucky. If I’m not answering your call, you know I’m busy so leave a message.

Then he peeked outside and saw Adira talking to the driver. “You don’t accept card?” she asked. “I am sorry, Miss. But my card machine is not working right now. Can you pay using cash?” the driver asked. “Sure.” Adira gets her wallet from her bag. ‘Come on. Make it fast!’ Chadwick, who’s turning purple, wished. He took a deep breathe, “Ahhhhhhh~” Then held his breath again. “Oh, here.” Adira gave the bill to the driver but the clumsy driver dropped the money.

His little white car that looks like a Royce pulls out the huge driveway and rolls down the road to meet the road in the woods. Our car is in the woods surrounding his house. We sit four hundred meters away from his driveway that connects to the main road that leads to town. We wait as he pulls away from the house. All our eyes train on the computer in Jack's hand. After about eight minutes, the red dot turns cool blue and the hum turns off. The blue dot has a smiley face on it. Above the dot is 'safe to go'. "I'm so glad we have you on the team," I say with a grin.

"Follow your heart and Goodluck!" I'm running with my wolf's speed out the door in less than a second. There's a black sedan waiting for me as the note said, but I don't see signs of Zane anywhere. I get in and grip the arms of the driver's seat, leaning closer to the driver who's watching me through the rear view mirror. "Where is Zane? Why don't I see him?" "Relax, ma'am. The Alpha's waiting for me to bring you safely to him." The driver discloses and starts the engine.

Helen's Point Of View: As we approached Xander's sleek black car, the driver stood waiting, his posture perfectly straight and professional. He opened the door smoothly as we neared, and Xander motioned for me to enter first. I slid into the soft, cool leather seat, followed by Xander, who settled beside me with his usual calm demeanor. The driver closed the door with a quiet thud and quickly moved to the front of the car. His movements were precise, almost mechanical, as he took his seat and glanced at Xander through the rearview mirror, waiting for instructions.

But on the right side, near a cluster of rusted barrels, a small metal door sat cracked open. “I’m getting out here,” I said. The driver didn’t kill the engine. “You sure you don’t want me to wait?” “If I ask you to wait, the meter keeps running.” I tried a smile. “You’ll get rich off one woman’s stupidity.” He tightened his grip on the wheel. Something flickered across his face, a mix of exhaustion and sympathy I never asked for.

I smiled politely and took a step forward, ready to follow him. "And why did you take so long?" Sebastian's calm voice stopped all three of us. The driver immediately straightened. His relaxed expression disappeared almost instantly. "My apologies, sir." His fingers tightened around the car keys. "I had to refuel the vehicle." "That should've been done last night." "...Yes, sir." The driver's head lowered another inch. "I overlooked it." "You kept her waiting." Sebastian pointed sternly. "I understand, sir." He nodded quickly. "It won't happen again."

Looks normal to me, palace rules I guess. But the carriages are not moving at all and the iron gate is not opening up for anyone to pass. Something is going on! Our driver got off and asked me what to do. "Luna, shall I inquire about what's going on?" He asked for my permission. "Yes please. We will wait here," I said. I watched the driver walk ahead. Suddenly I felt anxious. A twisted feeling in my stomach. The driver returned and said, "Luna, we have to wait for a long time if we want to pass the gate."