Your Driver Is Waiting Novels & Stories

I and parker currently stuck in traffic and right now, I felt compelled to ditch the car, and make a run for it, but I won't arrive on time, so I end up sitting in the car, impatienly waiting, fists clenching and unclenching in exasperation, anger, and the thirst for blood. After fifty freaken minutes of having to wait, the car started moving, and soon, we were driving down some old lifeless street. The red dot on my phone was till showing stationary and quite frankly, I couldn't wait to get my hands on that filthy piece of shit and finish him off together with his hoe named marinda. We are drove closer and closer to our destination, but then all of a sudden, the red dot disappears. I yelled

There seems to be something in me that does not want him to bring down. "Is there still no one to pick you up?" Stephen asked as we were in the parking lot waiting for my driver. I told him to leave because he had a car but he said he would wait for me to get on first. He also offered a ride but I refused. So here he is and also waiting while we both sit in front of his red Porsche. "I already texted but Driver Arjo seems to be in traffic." I refer to the driver of Hailey's family. I don't know why I feel comfortable talking to him however I just let it.

He revs the engine, eager to showcase his mastery of the track and claim the top spot on the podium. The second competitor, Anthony, a young and ambitious driver, waits with a mix of excitement and nervous anticipation. His vehicle, a vibrant burst of color in the darkness, showcases his unique style and determination. With clenched fists and gritted teeth, he braces himself for the starting signal, ready to push his limits and prove his worth.

’ He asked with concern. Once she nodded, clutching his collar, he turned to the driver, ready to blast at him, but before he could, he heard him saying, ‘Sir... Maybe the car has stopped working. Need to check.’ ‘Then what are you waiting for?’ Neil blasted. Anna clutched his collar; hearing his harsh voice, she made him look at her and nod her head, silently asking him to calm down. ‘Yes, sir, I will just check the engine.’ The driver got down to check the car.

- I finished getting my things while waiting for his answer. - No, apparently none, I'm just waiting, we can go now, or it will be late, not to mention that I really have some things to do. - I agreed, watching him make way for me. Draven locked the doors and took me to his car, as soon as he opened the door for me, I got in and waited for him to get in too, as soon as he did it didn't take him long to start the car, but before he started it he spoke again.

She'd ask too many questions, questions and I'm not ready to answer. I pull out my phone and open the cab app. My screen lights up with the notification: Your driver is five minutes away. Relief washes over me, though it's short-lived as I wait on the sidewalk. My arms wrap around my torso, both for warmth and comfort. I glance toward the road, hoping to see headlights. Instead, the silence stretches on. Finally, a car pulls up. It's older, the color broken in some areas. The driver leans out the window, his face comes into full recognition thanks to the streetlights.

"Oh. Sorry for keeping you waiting for this long." "That's not a problem." The driver replied. "I wasted more time than I thought. I kept you guys waiting because of an injury that I sustained. And I had to tidy everything up." "Are you really driving?" Dulce asked Becker. "Are you sure you want to drive?" "I said I will drive you guys. Don't worry. I will be your driver for today. Okay?" "If you say so, let's hop in," Dulce said. "Oletta, Zigfrid. Let's go."

The driver got out and opened my door. “Is Vinnie here yet?” Nicco asked. The driver shook his head. “Not yet, boss. Five minutes.” Nicco nodded. “Good.” He extended his hand to me and I took it, letting him help me out of the car. I was hoping he wouldn’t feel my shaking. I don’t think I was successful; he gave me a hard look.

Mateo said coldly, speaking to someone else on his end. I heard murmurs and shuffling in the background before Mateo addressed me again. “The driver will wait for you. Do what you need to, and don’t worry about anything else. Understand?” I nodded, even though he couldn’t see me. “Yes,” I whispered. The line went dead, and I sat there for a moment, frozen. My mind was racing, but I forced myself to breathe. What reality have I stepped into now? Was there a chance to turn back?

Smart girl. Walking a good distance away from there, Aidan waited for his driver to pick him up. Unsurprisingly, Hunter was waiting for him in the back seat. He had a look of excitement on his face, champagne glasses on one hand. This was going to be a long annoying ride. X