101 Dalmatians Cars Novels & Stories

Bella let out a choked scream, gripping the dashboard. Lili and her friends climbed out, sauntering toward us. “Look who’s out for a morning drive,” Lili called, her voice dripping with mock sweetness. “The artifact thief and her little maid. Did you think yesterday was the end of it?” Before she could say another word, a new sound cut through the mountain air—a deep, powerful engine purr, close. I glanced in the rearview mirror. Damon’s silver-grey beast-cart, sleek and lethal, pulled up right beside my driver’s side door, so close the metal nearly brushed. He didn’t get out. He simply rolled down his tinted window.

The garage was enormous, a brightly lit cavern with mirrored walls reflecting the gleaming machines within. Six exotic cars, sleek and menacing, sat like sculptures under the spotlights: a midnight blue McLaren P1, a gleaming silver Lamborghini Aventador, a stark white Ferrari 812 Superfast, a dark green Aston Martin DB11, a stealth black Bugatti Chiron, and a vibrant yellow Porsche 911 GT3. Two powerful, almost alien-looking motorcycles – a Ducati Panigale V4 and a Kawasaki Ninja H2 – stood proudly on custom stands. As Hades parked the Mustang, he revved the engine, a raw, deafening roar that vibrated through the concrete space.

I tell him, hoping he doesn't catch the surprise in my tone. He stretches his hand out to me, and I take it, and all three of us walk outside, where a black Aston Martin is waiting for us. I know this car; there are only ten in the world because that's the only number that the manufacturer made, and of course, Damon owns one. Daniel gets into the driver's seat, still having that smug look on his face. Damon opens the back door, and I go in first, and he follows behind me, closing the door behind him.

“I can see now why we rented a car.” “We rented a car because Bruce took our only transportation. Do you have one we could have used?” I asked. “I own a car,” Garth replied, “but I wouldn’t drive it over these shit roads to the top of a mountain. I can tell you that.” Magdalena grinned, “Garth’s baby is a Lamborghini Gallardo Bicolore.” “Whoa!” I exclaimed and let out a slow whistle. “I’m impressed.”

As we reached the building’s entrance, I saw it — a Rolls-Royce La Rose Noire Droptail, wine red, gleaming under the lights. “Oh my God,” I gasped. “Is this yours?” “I wish,” Alex laughed. “It’s your man’s. Damon has a hobby of collecting rare models and a crazy obsession with Rolls-Royce. He owns over a hundred cars — spread across New York, London, LA, Seattle… you name it.” I blinked. “I love Rolls-Royce. My parents bought two because I kept obsessing over them. Damon once drove a Sweptail. I wanted to ride in one so badly.”

But he stopped me, and just like what he requested, we sneaked out from work. Arriving at the hotel’s underground parking lot, which is only limited for my boss and the other two Alphas, I saw five expensive looking cars. There’s BMW, Mercedes Benz, Volvo, Porsche and Lexus. I don’t know how much these cars are and how they differ from each other. I only read the brand label. However, I am pretty sure that these are all expensive. And the owner of these? No doubt Chandler owns everything. I watched Chandler stood next to the glossy blue car with light tinted glass. The plate in front named “Lamborghini” with golden bull that has tilted neck, lowered head and hunched shoulders as if it is rea

"I had it driven here last night. Give me two minutes." "You had a car—" I stop, pinching the bridge of my nose. "Of course you did. Why wouldn't you?" He makes a quick call—something in Italian that sounds expensive—and hangs up. "It'll be here shortly." Two minutes later, a gleaming black Aston Martin Vantage rolls up to the curb like it's auditioning for a Bond film, and I want to scream. "WHOA!" Daxton nearly rips my arm off lunging toward it. "MOMMY! MR. DANTE HAS THE COOLEST CAR EVER!"

I said crossing my arms over my chest. “Protocol, malyshka. Can’t you see the number of drivers waiting for their bosses?” Damien asked looking around. It was true, there were tens of men waiting by black cars. Most which looked alike, the only different car between them was a pearl white one which stood at the head of the street. The driver stood out of it, looking around the crowd, but it seemed to be the ONLY car to standout.

Dell said to them as we all left the class and made our way to the parking lot, we got there and I bid goodbye to Dante and Zack as they both entered their cars and drove off. “Amy” Dell got my attention, he was holding the car door waiting for me to enter, “Thank you” I smiled and entered the car, he closed the car door and entered through the other side and that's when I noticed that Dell has changed his car from BMW to latest Ferrari Monza, “Dell” I called as he has drive off “Why do you change cars all the time, is that not wasting money?” “Nhh, money is never the problem” He smirks.

Elena grabbed her keys and a jacket on the way out the front door, thinking it might rain later. Damien's car was sleek, like everything about him. It was an Aston Martin DB11. How he had one, she could only guess. It had the deepest black paint she had ever seen; it was almost like staring into the abyss. He opened her door for her, and the interior was even more luxurious than the outside. The handstitched leather was something out of this world, or at least her world. She was absurdly afraid to enter the car in case she dirtied it. Elena looked to Damien for reassurance. "It's fine. It's just one of the family cars. My usual car was being detailed, so I grabbed this one. You won't hurt it