Your Driver Is Waiting Novels & Stories

Adrian. “Ah, Mr. Adrian! I’m so sorry for keeping you waiting, sir. I didn’t realize when I dozed off,” the driver explained, though we hadn’t been waiting that long. “It’s fine, Brandon. Unlock the car. We’re leaving,” Mr. Adrian said gently. The driver looked at him in surprise, and I followed suit. “Sir, you’re not mad at me for making you wait? I thought you’d yell at me or something,” the driver asked, clearly puzzled. I couldn’t help but giggle quietly. Seems like I wasn’t the only one noticing his strange behavior today.

It also let out a cry, sounding like it needs help. The helper turned his head toward the grates behind him. “Ignore that,” the driver said. “They usually do that.” The man on the passenger seat faced the road ahead yet again. He poked his head out of the window and saw the vast expanse of vehicles just waiting to move again. “Why is the road like this right now? It’s just right after lunch time,” he said as he got his head back inside. “I have no idea. It might be one of those sales in one of the nearby malls,” surmised the driver.

“Seraphina, I’m coming. Please don’t leave. Just wait for me.” I pull up her flight confirmation that I can see in our shared email. Boston. 12:47 PM departure. I check my watch. 12:28. Nineteen minutes. “Can you go faster?” I ask the driver. “I’m going as fast as traffic allows, sir.” Traffic. Of course, there’s traffic. Middle of the day in Zurich. I call again. Voicemail. Text: I’m coming. Don’t leave. Please. Another: I’m sorry. For everything. Just wait.

My secretary must have informed my driver because when I reached the outside of the building, my car was already waiting there when my driver opened the gate for me. I closed my eyes and let my headrest on the back of the seat. My mind doesn't let me have an ounce of relief neither is my wolf. Today is my bad day, I guess. My wolf is continuously warning me that something is about to happen but he is not sure if it turns out to be a good or bad thing. I guess we have no other choice but to wait to find out what surprises are waiting ahead. Hope it will be good or I bet I need three bottles of whiskey to sleep tonight.

After running around the cabin with a keg of gasoline in my hands, diligent enough to make sure I covered the entire perimeter of the house, I walked over to the car and waited for the one remaining guard so we could get a move on. Watching Roy's head on my lap, I smoothed back his hair, running my hand through the soft strands while I looked out the window again, wondering what was taking him so long. "Hey!" I called out to the driver and he looked up into the rearview mirror, meeting my eyes which he quickly averted. "What's up with him? Can you reach out?" He responded by grabbing his walkie-talkie. "Ramon, come on." He spoke into the end but there was no feedback. "Ramon, can you hear me

“Really?! I’ll go with you now… just wait for me… five minutes, okay? Wait for me!” He runs back inside the house and sounds of thuds! Bang! Clang! Were heard even from the outside. The driver started the car again and was about to continue moving when a cold voice rang from the backseat, “He said to wait.” The driver works with Liam for three years now and he knew that the young master would never wait for anyone that asked him to wait, not even his grandfather so the driver was surprised and felt like a bucket of water was poured into his body.

the driver asks. "Wait here. I'll be back in twenty minutes." "And if you're not?" "Then call Marcus." I push out of the car. The December wind slashes through my coat, mean and damp, tasting of river water and cold stone. I duck through the side door and step into the old waiting room.

It's the only vehicle in sight, and I don’t want to think that it’s Uber. The streets are empty and a black car being the only thing that sits opposite of me, I’m pretty sure that’s how people get kidnapped. And so I turn my eyes away. But they said they’re waiting. Where could they be? I unlock my phone, ready to send them a very annoyed text when my phone buzzes again, beating me to it. Just on time, a text from my Uber driver flashes on the screen. ‘What are you waiting for?’ My fingers are fast as I reply, saying I don't see them. They respond, telling me they’re in the black car. I look around, unsure. My fingers hover over the keyboard, as I squint at the car suspiciously.

he says and hangs up before I can protest further. “God…” I groan loudly, the weight of disappointment settling into my chest. The driver looks at me with an unreadable expression. He's been standing by his car the whole time, probably waiting for confirmation. I give him a weak smile, embarrassed and unsure, and he simply nods, giving me a thumbs-up. “I see you made your confirmation. Have a nice stay,” he says before getting back into his car. I watch silently as he drives off, leaving behind the echo of my uncertainty.

My thoughts wouldn’t stop circling. What does he want this time? Why drag me out like this? What new game is he planning? My heart was kicking at my chest. For a moment, I wondered if he had learned something. If he knew what I’d been watching, and what I’d discovered. My stomach twisted at the mere thought of that being it. “The Boss is waiting,” the driver finally said blandly. I didn’t reply. My throat was too dry, and it was the chill in his tone that scared me the more.