Drive Novels & Stories

During the school holidays, I took my daughter to a park. I had barely entered the park entrance with my daughter when a supercar crossed the solid line and rear-ended us. The man who jumped out came storming toward me, furious. "Do you even know how to drive? Do you know how much this car costs? You can't afford it even if you went bankrupt!" I was about to argue back since he was clearly the one breaking traffic rules. But I froze. That car looked painfully familiar. Wasn't that the supercar my mother gave me the first year I took over the Milton Group? Even the license plate was identical. My wife, Hazel Bishop, had told me the engine was broken and that she'd sent it to the dealership for repairs. I met the man's arrogant stare. "Is this car really yours?" He paused, then grinned smugly. "My wife bought it for me. It's limited-edition. Someone like you wouldn't understand. Go call your family and sell your house. You owe me 200 thousand dollars." Sneering, he added, "Don't try anything clever. My wife's the GM of Milton Group. She has serious connections. She'll be here any minute." I let out a cold laugh. So Hazel canceled on our daughter today, not because of a business meeting, but because she was out spending the holiday with her lover and his kid instead.

When Beta, Eric Gunner, rescues Leilani Daniel, he isn't sure what to make of her. For one, she doesn’t have a wolf. For two, her fiery attitude is enough to drive him crazy. He knows she is his mate, but without a wolf he can't claim her. Taking a page out of his brother's handbook, he gets her to agree to sign a contract to be his mate. He just needs to buy time until he can figure out how to get the wolfless spitfire to realize they are fated for each other. Leilani Daniel has not had an easy life. Abandoned by her parents, she was left for dead until she was found by the Alpha of the Red Rose pack. Being cursed at a young age didn't help matters either. Now she was unable to connect with her wolf or find her mate. When she found a website that offered to help her, she didn't hesitate. Since she didn't have a wolf she just wanted to live a normal life, but when her handsome rescuer offers her a deal, she has a hard time refusing. Will Leilani be able to figure out that Eric is her fated mate before its too late? Will Eric be able to protect her from the one that cursed her? It's a race against time when the truth is revealed. Can the Black Fang pack once again come together to defeat the enemy that threatens what they hold dear?

On the day of my first shift, my Alpha triplet adoptive brothers weren't by my side for the first time ever, because their long-lost birth sister Scarlett had returned. My doting third brother Hunter abandoned me in a forest crawling with rogue wolves and made me walk back alone. My gentle second brother Ethan slapped me across the face for Scarlett, demanding to know why I was being so vicious. Even my usually level-headed oldest brother Mason told me to get out and never come back for his birth sister's sake, without even bothering to hear my side of the story. Scarlett's sweet facade fell away when we were alone. "So what if your parents sacrificed themselves to save my brothers? They are my biological brothers. You're just a mongrel with no blood relation. Even if I drive you out, my brothers will definitely take my side." I didn't say another word. I just grabbed my bags and left. They thought I was just throwing a tantrum and would be back in a few days. The three brothers even postponed their busy pack affairs to accompany their birth sister to patrol the Northern territories – to see the snowy tundra I had always dreamed of visiting. Many days later, when they returned to the pack, they suddenly learned that I had joined a Beta Wolf Enhancement Program that would last ten years, with no contact with the outside world. When they knew that I could never come home again, they fell apart.

My husband, Keaton Smyth, CEO of Orion Corp, ran the company under strict rules. I brought in a $10 million investment. But I clocked in one second late, so bye-bye VP promotion. I got accused of disrespecting company policy, demoted, and slapped with a pay cut. Then there was Evie Larsen, his shiny new assistant. She ditched work on the day of a huge contract signing and trashed Orion's only shot with a public company. Keaton's response? No punishment. No write-up. He called it "personality," promoted her right there, gave her a raise, and tossed her a river-view apartment as company housing. Evie still wanted more. She pushed to take over Orion's core project, all so she could "prove herself." I shut her down. That same day, she marched into Keaton's office and accused me of power-tripping, insulting her, and refusing to train her. I thought Keaton would see through it. The next morning, my name was gone from the project team. My file access was revoked, too. "Since you're too senior to mentor new hires, you're starting over. Entry-level sales rep. Same level as them." Everyone waited for me to snap. I just smiled and handed over the flash drive with the project data. Keaton nodded, pleased. "Don't let it happen again." What he didn't know? That data wasn't complete. The second they uploaded it, the errors would tank the project—and trigger a breach-of-contract penalty big enough to bury them.

My young mistress's betrothed was dying, and she ordered me to marry him in her place to turn his luck. People believed the joy of a wedding could drive out sickness and misfortune, and that a dying man might be pulled back from the grave by it. "The royal physicians all say Lord Blackwell won't live past seven days! Why should I marry him only to be buried at his side? "He's never even seen me. You can marry him instead. "You're nothing but a lowborn maid. Being allowed to marry the regent is the luck of a lifetime." Before I could react, the glowing words appeared before my eyes again. [Celeste is such an idiot. What does she mean, he won't live past seven days? Lord Blackwell has the male lead's plot armor!] [Baby girl, say yes! Lord Blackwell is a wife-spoiling maniac. He'd give you his life!] [Once Lord Blackwell wakes up, your good days begin. First you'll be freed from your bond, then you'll be made a lady of the first rank, and then you'll rise straight to the top!] I knelt before my mistress and bowed my head low. "Thank you, my lady. I'm willing to marry in your place." The top of the world was too far away for me to imagine, but right now, I truly didn't want to be a servant anymore.

Cursed from birth and abandoned after her mother’s death, Princess Caralyn grows up as an outsider in her own royal household. Ever since she turned fifteen, every last night of the month, an uncontrollable rage consumes her, turning her into something feared and locked away. And on one last day of the month, fate brings her face-to-face with the most powerful man in the lycan world: Riccardo DeSantis, the Supreme Ultima who rules all wolf-kind with unquestioned authority. Cold, feared, and ruthless, he has buried his heart since the violent loss of his mate. When Caralyn’s curse spirals out of control, and she attacks him, Riccardo does the impossible. He touches her and sucked out her rage, binding their lives together in a way neither of them understands. Her only dream of escape dies when her mate is taken from her by death. Desperate to escape a forced marriage, Caralyn makes a reckless choice that ties her body, and her fate, to Riccardo’s. What begins as a moment of desperation grows into something far more dangerous: longing, attachment, and love neither of them is prepared to face. But loving the Supreme Ultima comes at a terrible cost. When peace finally seems possible, the past rises from the dead, revealing a horrifying truth. Guilt, loss, and fear drive Caralyn to flee, setting off a chain of tragedies that threatens to shatter what little remains of their love. As enemies emerge from the shadows and betrayals cut deeper than claws, Caralyn must decide whether she is truly a curse or something far more powerful. And Riccardo must choose between the ghosts of his past and the woman who has already survived hell for him.

My sister was autistic. The doctors called it "severe sensory overload." The rule was simple: No sudden noises. Ever. So my whole life was set to mute. I never wore heels. I never raised my voice. I wasn't even allowed to laugh. It was all to keep her from having a meltdown. My father, Victor, the Don of the Castellano family, would grip my shoulder. His face was a mask of apology. "Sera, you're my good girl. Protecting your sister is our duty. You're healthy and strong. You can sacrifice a little for her, can't you?" That day, I was on the second-floor terrace and accidentally knocked over a pot of white roses. The sound of it shattering sent my sister, who was sunbathing in the garden below, into a meltdown. For the first time, Victor glared at me like I was the enemy. He roared, "Can't you just be quiet? Do you want to drive her insane?" My sister backed away in terror, right into a glass table, and let out a piercing scream. Victor charged past me, a blur of rage and panic. He slammed into me on the stairs as I was running down to help. I lost my footing and crashed chest-first into the sharp corner of a wrought-iron banister post. Pain exploded in my chest. I opened my mouth to scream, but only silence came out. My family swarmed around my shrieking sister. No one even glanced at me. My lungs filled with blood. I was drowning on the floor. They all thought my sister, the one with autism, needed the family's comfort. They thought I just took a fall. That I could wait. They were wrong.

Jake despised weak women, especially women who showed interest in him. A strong and independent woman was what could drive the beast in him, but there was Cassie. Adopted by Jake's uncle at the age of six, Jake treated her like his sister, but how did things change? ---CASSIE--- I imagined him. Just the thought of him had me squeezing my thighs. I kept my eyes closed so I could focus my thoughts on him. My breathing grew heavier as I rubbed my clit, and my body started to tense up, feeling like I was about to tip over the edge of my orgasm. The sensation was overwhelming, and I felt the walls of my room start spinning faster and faster as I rubbed on my clit frantically. I imagined him flipping me onto my back and starting to slowly kiss and lick my body, from my stomach to the peak of my breasts. I could feel his hands work their way down between my legs and I moaned. His expert moves had me losing my breath. "Oh, Jake..." ---JAKE--- Fuck! My steps halted and I instantly regretted my decision to walk into her room without knocking. The bathroom door wasn't fully closed, and I could hear the shower going, but when I turned to leave, her moan reached my ears, stirring my cock alive. Cassie... I almost groaned her name. And then, out of nowhere, she moaned my name, and I swear, my knees went weak. "Damn!" (Read at your own risk!)

Caroline just wanted to make it home for Christmas. Instead, she spun off the road in the ice-silent realm of the mountains and nearly died in the blizzard. When she opens her eyes, the first thing she sees is a tall, muscular man with jet-black hair, emerald-green eyes, and an intensity so visceral it steals her breath away. Rowan Blackthorn. The man who saved her and who looks at her as if he wants to drive her away and devour her all at once. Rowan is cold, arrogant, ruthless. He doesn’t ask, he doesn’t explain: he only commands. Every movement he makes is tense, dominant, dangerously masculine, and Caroline’s skin tingles at his every touch, as if her body recognizes some forbidden truth. The man clings to her with fury, yet desperately tries to keep her at a distance. But when Caroline simply walks past him, Rowan’s gaze rakes over her as if he could strip her bare with a single look. The tension between them is almost tactile, hotter than the fireplace flames in the mountain cabin where they are trapped by the storm. And while Rowan denies this desire with every fiber of his being, something dark and ancient stirs in the forest, reacting to Caroline’s presence. As if her arrival were more than a mere accident. As if she herself were the winter-bound secret that upends everything. Rowan says she brought danger with her. Caroline only feels one thing: the true danger is Rowan himself, and the fire his body ignites within her. One thing is certain: This holiday won't be about peace and joy. It will be about survival, the power of craving, and the fact that sometimes the most dangerous man is the one you most want to run from.

"You drive me insane, pretty Noelle. You test me. You ruin me. Fuck, how do you have so much power over me?" He speaks like he aches, his voice quivering with fire and need. I yank his head back up and kiss him like I'm starving. "I deserve to be punished, don't I, baby? Then punish me," I whisper against his lips. …. Noelle is just a cleaner in a powerful company, surviving a life she didn’t choose… until one reckless night puts her in the bed of the most dangerous man in the city. Azren Lakewood. CEO. Tribrid. Monster. He has blood on his hands, voices in his head, and a darkness that devours everything it touches. He saved her once. Now he wants her completely, obsessively, and without mercy. But Noelle isn’t free. She’s already bound to another Alpha… one who will burn everything down to claim what’s his. And Azren doesn’t share. What starts as a fake marriage quickly turns into something far more dangerous—possession, hunger, and a bond neither of them can break. Because loving Noelle doesn’t just mean war. It means unleashing the beast within, which Azren has spent his life trying to control. The New Order wants his power even at the cost of his own soul, will Noelle, his only light and salvation, be able to save him? And at what cost? …. Warning: Explicit content. Possessive/morally grey characters, violence, emotional manipulation, trauma, and intense themes. 18+ only.