101 Dalmatians Cars Novels & Stories

A few digits in the license plate. Her jaw dropped. She pointed at the car, stunned. “That one… is it for Layson? Or Dexter?” The driver replied respectfully, “Miss, the Zeppelin is yours. That Lamborghini over there is for Dexter.” Adela nearly choked on her own spit. A Lambo?! Talk about flashy. There was no way Dexter would drive that thing. Between the two, the Maybach was clearly more his style. She imagined Dexter seeing her car and burst into laughter, clutching her stomach.

Lady Wilson cursed furiously, “Imbecile! This is a Bentley! Bentley Continental! Fully imported from the UK, priced at three million!” Leaning on the balcony railing, Elaine said with a face of disdain, “Hah! Driving a three-million-dollar car makes you feel so awesome and cocky, huh? Do you know what kind of cars my daughter and son-in-law drive?” Lady Wilson sneered, “A BMW 520! Do you think I don’t know? Let me tell you, I can buy her ten of those cars!”

with a kick that was violent, the wet cat shrieked and then ran away. Adulf Cain saw an old truck beside Damaris's Taurus---and speaking of trucks-- it'd Been a tough one. Adulf saw an old truck parked beside Damaris's Taurus. it was the kind of truck that nobody drove anymore. this one was larger than a full sized pick up, alright, no bigger , Adulf decided,and way older. too old to move, but it does. a glob of blue light drifted lazily about the snap together garage tiles that belonged to Adulfs home. the man pulled out of the gloom, he came from the garbage truck.

She lifted the coffee cup and took a huge gulp. "I told Liam to get a smaller car for you. It'd be more convenient for you to drive whenever I'm not around." Damon suddenly pulled out a set of car keys. He loved big cars, so he didn't have any Coupe at home. But he thought that it'd be inconvenient for Celeste to drive a huge car. So he asked Liam to get a Porsche Tycan last night just for Celeste. The road leading to their villa on the hill wasn't too rugged or steep.

Daisy said before she pointed a finger at the black Lexus Rx 350 that was parked near the gardens. "That's cool and shiny too like the other cars!". Henry said out loud. He was the first to run over to the car that Daisy pointed at. "That's cool too. But I've been meaning to ask you something, big sis". Dahlia said, causing Daisy to raise an eyebrow as she stared at Dahlia. "What do you need all these seven cars for? Aren't you going to return back to Las Vegas ever again?". Dahlia curiously asked. Deep down, she really hoped to hear Daisy say she won't be returning to Las Vegas.

Daven told me . Three similar cars—blue, red and yellow—rose to prominence as soon as we entered the dome. Everyone in the room was captivated by their shiny, polished surfaces. “Do you know how much they cost?”, l asked,admiring the svelte cars. He yelled, “Ten million dollars!” “ Can you imagine? The three cars are a hooping “Thirty million dollars”!” “Want to have one of those?” I made fun of Daven, knowing fully well that only the race winner would get the newest supercar model.

"Because if he would know where Eve is, he would not go around Lynnwood to find her and there would be no further damages." "There is no need for that. He must be waiting around their house to wait until she comes back. But I'm sure he would stay behind if I am with her," Carter said. Carter was all serious as he led me to the garage. I thought he would use his Diavel but I was surprised when he led me to a black, shiny McLaren. And it wasn't the only supercar in their garage. They have six or seven coming from the most luxurious brands. "We will not use your Diavel?" I asked when he opened the front seat for me.

Narration Damon followed Arianna towards the parking space. The girls in the parking lot pruned to automated girl speakers that exuded loud giggles and shrieks as Damon passed by them and hopped into his brand-new Tesla. The sleek black vehicle was a heart stealer at first sight. The sexy cuts and dips in the body made Arianna pant at its hotness. She was head over heels for the brand-new tesla.

Alda got into Micheal’s car as Micheal had opened the door for her. Though Alda was a poor girl, it did not mean she knew nothing about cars. She could tell Micheal drives a Bugatti Chiron Super Sport 300+. As on a few times, she researched car brands on her broken blackberry. Also, because of the fact that she and her siblings would sometimes shoot their heads from their home trailer’s window and poke at different cars passing, claiming that it was their own. They could all tell the differences between passing cars and their brands, even when they have their eyes closed.

—Killian— The warm breeze filters through the car as we open the windows, enjoying the drive down the Long Island Expressway. Lena's display of toys leaves me absolutely fucking speechless. When she said she has a car, I expected a little bright colored girly piece of plastic with fluffy dice hanging from the rear-view mirror. But no, parked in front of me is a Maserati, the exact model I was trying to get my hands on a year ago but was told it was no longer available.