Driven Novels & Stories

I got behind the wheel and drove off. *********

Finally, after a moment she asked softly, “Then how does Darrien get in?” “I get home before him and open his window. He uses his wolf to jump up through there, the second floor is less rotted since the water settles on the main floor.” A wave of discomfort washed between us. I looked away in frustration before Ava softly replied, “Alright, I should see about grabbing something to eat anyways.”

Vulnerability lingered, but so did a spark of empowerment, the night reshaping her path. The driver, a shadow in the front seat, maneuvered through winding lanes with quiet expertise, the city's glow fading into more secluded terrain. Minutes blurred, the storm's fury softening to a steady drizzle as the car ascended a private drive. Riven's home emerged from the mist—a sleek structure of clean lines and expansive windows, lights piercing the dusk like beacons. The vehicle halted smoothly before the entrance, the driver stepping out to open the doors with efficient grace.

Something jerks beneath me. Hard. My body lurches forward before I’m even fully awake. My eyes snap open. The world outside the window is moving. Trees blur past. Gravel crunches beneath the tires. The car sways slightly as it drives over a rough road. For a moment my mind can’t catch up. Why am I— Then I see him. Draven sits in the driver’s seat, one hand resting on the wheel, the other loose against the gear. His shoulders look relaxed, like this is just another normal morning drive.

My voice is a low, cold vibration that cuts through her nagging like a razor through fine silk. The driver’s eyes meet mine in the rearview mirror for a split second. He immediately presses his foot down. The powerful engine roars, a sound that vibrates through the floorboards and into my very bones. I feel the force of the acceleration push me back into the seat as we weave through the late afternoon traffic like a ghost. The world outside becomes a distorted mess of colors, but inside, I am focused on one thing: the girl waiting at home.

No one talked all through the drive. To be continued