Your Driver Is Waiting Novels & Stories

One white car. One blue car. The blue car was leading. And whoever was driving it was good. Very good. The gap wasn't shrinking. Alina pushed harder. The silver lines on her car glowed faintly. The system appeared. [ARCHIVE VEHICLE RESPONSE ACTIVE] Alina frowned. She hadn't seen that notification since returning. "Why is it doing that?" No answer. The car accelerated slightly. Not enough to be obvious. Enough to matter. She closed the gap. The blue car noticed.

But Lorenzo added: “In five, I bounce. Ten after, you excuse out. My driver’s waiting. Meet in my car outside.” “You sure?” Kingsley blinked, thrilled shock surging. “Positive.” “See you in fifteen, sir.”

the driver greeted me respectfully as I drew closer. "Morning. Tell me, do you have any idea where Cullen is?" I inquired, my voice tinged with a mix of urgency and concern. The driver's eyes darted away momentarily, a flicker of hesitation crossing his face, before he finally responded, "No, ma'am, I don't." My instincts sensed the hidden truth behind his words, the unspoken knowledge that danced within his gaze. Frustration welled within me, pushing me to confront the lingering doubts that plagued my mind.

Searching for GPS. Selena moaned and waved her phone in the air like she was trying to catch a butterfly. "Are you kidding me?" she asked. "This building's signals are really old! It's not verifying. It simply displays 'Finding Driver' and remains there. Erica took a big bite out of her croissant and added, "Don't panic. Just finish your coffee and leave it on 'search'. Like cats, Milanese drivers only show up when they feel like it. Watching the small automobile icon spin in circles, Selena placed the phone face-up on the table. She attempted to bite onto a piece of bread, but her gaze remained fixed on the screen.Waiting for a confirmation that would determine whether she arrived at Valent

In the ward, only white curtains stirred in the wind. On the desk lay a signed divorce agreement. Jason stood in the empty ward, crumpling the agreement. His assistant ran in, panting, his forehead beaded with sweat. "Mr. Smith, I already had someone suppress the news, but the audio recording is spreading rapidly." Jason took a deep breath, the panicked look in his eyes fading into condescension. "No need to look for her. Cancel all her supplementary bank cards. The Woods have been relying on their deals with Smith Group to keep their business afloat. She's throwing a fit because she wants me to drive Susan away."

Suzy took out her phone and found the driver's WhatsApp number. "Hello, thank you so much for last night! I was wondering if you have time. I'd like to treat you to a meal to thank you in person!" After a while, she received a reply. Driver from Windsting City replied, "Sure, but you'll have to wait a bit. I'm currently busy." "Okay, take your time! Let me know when you're free."

“Just get down here and suffer with me already” I stare at the words and shake my head. For a man who claims to hate waiting, he sure answers fast enough. I type again. “Give me a minute.” My thumb hovers over the screen for a second before I send it. My heart drums hard against my ribs. The reality of what waits outside presses in on me. The driver steps out and circles the car. My door opens with smooth precision. Noise rushes in immediately. Voices. Shouts. The rapid fire crack of camera flashes.

It’s perplexing, as it seems I’m the only one who is expected to be significantly impacted by his presence. “I sincerely apologize for keeping you waiting. I had no inkling that you would be accompanying me. Since the master typically uses his car daily, I overlooked this responsibility. It was my lapse in duties.” The driver’s explanation highlighted that I wasn’t the sole person taken aback by the circumstances surrounding his absence. Among everyone, it’s reasonable to assume that I should possess a better understanding of his situation, given my role as his assistant.

My ride is parked before my apartment and I get a call from the driver that he's waiting outside. I rush downstairs and join him after locking up my front door. His car engine is still on and he doesn't wait a minute to reverse immediately I enter the car.

Uncle was standing right there, as if he’d been waiting all along. My stomach dropped. Outside, a black SUV waited with the engine already running. The driver stood by the open passenger door, silent and still. Everything was moving too fast.