101 Dalmatians Cars Novels & Stories

"Between the first car and the fourth which do you think would win?" My gaze shifted to the said cars, their engines growling like feral animals. The first car a pink BMW M3, owned by Dante's latest fling, Alana and the fourth car, a black Toyota supra, owned by his next fling, Melody. "It doesn't matter," I muttered, my voice low eyes glued to the cars. "Come on, don't be boring," Dante grinned. "Pick one." "Which one do you wish to win?" He hummed, his brows furrowed as he gave it a thought. "It really doesn't matter." He said finally. "But for you it might."

Two guards stood alert with their hands clasp behind their backs and their head bowed towards the ground on sighting their Alpha, Alpha Damon. They each had on their smooth fair and muscular body a black body con shirts and black pants which perfected their figures as they stood with cold eyes. Just as we step towards the car, a guard stood out and hurriedly open the car which was the lastest model, a Rolls Royce for both I and Damon to get in before closing it behind us. Damon's driver, sir Charles was already seated on the driver spot getting ready to drive us as he politely greeted Damon who responded with a nod.

Colt POV The SUV hasn’t stopped for hours but it finally does. A opens the back gate and he smiles at us both, “Anyone need a potty break?” He asks in baby talk. I stop my eyes from rolling and 2010 nods, “I do, sir.” A nods and 2010 comes closer to him and he unlocks his collar.

Katie replied as she recalled the car that had taken Elena home. How could a $109,900 luxury car be worthy of being called a taxi? "Do you remember the license plate?" "I'm not paying attention, ma'am. All I know is that it was a BMW i4 series, white in color." Theresia seemed to be thinking, Is it possible that her daughter-in-law was having an affair with another man? It was true that Jonathan also had a car with the same brand and the same series. However, the color of Jonathan's car was black sapphire metallic, not white.

Smarter than I imagined, she understood the code and grinned. Elara just groaned, with neither of us blowing our cover. Once we finished assessing the items, Elara returned to the kitchen while Violet and I headed out to the biggest automobile shop in the States. *** *** “Temerario.” The car dealer stated his price. His hand rubbed the smooth body of the car, the Lamborghini Temerario which happened to be the latest version. “Wanna a good thing about it aside from the design?” Cocky, he leans on the car, legs crossed. “The power train… oh, one more.” He chuckles. “Five crazy driving modes and…”

“Yeah. Why are you so shocked?’ “Because it’s not your style that’s why.” “Hey!” The brothers turned to see Tom on the back of one of the boys’ pickup trucks. “It’s the Ford!” Tom shouted with excitement. Sure enough, the dingy dented faded Pepto Bismal-colored 1970 Ford was putting their way. “It looks like Dax decided to join you after all,” Jesse said. Ray grinned as they began to walk. The truck pulled up alongside the truck Tom was on.

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“Alright, you guys wanna check out something?” “Yeah, I'll pass on that.” Elysia replied before walking away. Fast forward a few minutes later, Dante led Josh, Mateo and Leo through the house, down a hallway, and then through a side door that opened into a massive garage. The place was luxurious, brightly lit, and filled with some of the most expensive cars Josh had ever seen. Leo let out a low whistle. “Wow, you got some new collections?” Dante chuckled, proud of their reaction. “Pretty sick, right? Yeah, I got a couple of new classics,” He walked over to a sleek black Ferrari, running his hand over the hood. “This one’s my favorite.”

Smoke shoots from seven cars' engines, setting off alarms that screech. My ears continue to ring even after a few seconds. I make sure they're not bleeding, but they seem fine. at least for this round. As Darius takes in the cars that Dan has just reduced to spare parts, his lip curls. They're going to have to fucking walk if they want to go out. He gets up to go back into his Lexus, which is the only vehicle without a hot engine. Whoa. Whoa. He stops and turns his body slightly to the right, clamping Amanda even more tightly in front of him.

But Damon ignored them as he held my hands tighter, his men blocking the reporters from coming any closer as we walked out from the hotel lobby towards one of his cars—a BMW 7 Series that looked different from the others, which were SUVs and Highlanders. We quickly drove out of the hotel. Damon was on the car wheel, driving, while Carlo followed us behind, and more cars were in front. I took out a long breath, which I thought I had been holding for a long time as we drove in silence. My head rested on the soft headrest as I stared out, looking so lost in blank thoughts. The sound of the car made it even more relaxing. The interiors were something out of this world—soft leather seats in deep