101 Dalmatians Cars Novels & Stories

Ephraim, Dante's designated driver, bowed his head slightly in understanding and walked away. Dante's eyes settled on the new sports car that he had just purchased. It was a sleek and black Ferrari. Although he wasn't much of a car geek, he liked flashy and beautiful things; and the Ferrari was a beautiful machine. Getting into the car, he revved up the engine and the purring sound it emanated was pleasure to his ears. Without much ado, he backed out of his garage and tore down the driveway and through the large electric gate which sealed off his property.

he announced. Inside, six stunning cars gleamed. "A midnight black Rolls Royce Wraith," “You recognize this cars?” Ethan asked. I nodded pointing each of them out. "White Audi R8." "Black Lamborghini Urus." "Blue Mansory Rolls Royce Specter." "Red Lamborghini Aventador." "And a gray Ford Mustang." I whistled. "You're a true car enthusiast." Ethan grinned. "Guilty." We walked back to the main house. Feeling more at ease.

It’s the life of a cop and these lessons begin at the academy. Gomez pulls into my apartment complex, which is kitty-corner from the school. He travels toward the back and I wonder if he helped return my car. The clock on the dash shows it’s been more than five hours since I took dick pics of Mr. Dandridge. We turn toward the back corner of the parking lot and I see my car in its spot. Sally is a 2008 white Nissan Sentra. I picked her up so I had an unassuming vehicle for surveillance. Or at least that’s what I told myself. She has more than one hundred and fifty thousand miles on her, a few small glitches in the upholstery, a dent on the back right fender, and an air conditioner that barely

“Eleven minutes before the explosion.” The grainy footage stuttered to life. A black sedan, Cole Enterprises plates catching the glare of a streetlamp, pulling away from the curb outside the data center. No hurry. No swerve. Just smooth, deliberate motion, like the driver knew exactly how much time they had. Damian leaned in close, close enough that Elena could see the faint scar along his jaw tighten. “That’s not my car,” he said immediately. No hesitation. No doubt. “It’s registered to you,” Tomas said carefully. He was always careful when Damian’s voice went that flat. It meant something was about to break.

Dylan said, laughing a bit while Alicia’s face turned red remembering the reason why she was coming to his room in the first place. Alicia followed Dylan to his garage and stared in awe at the cars she saw, she didn’t even wanna ask yet if he owned all four of them because the plate numbers all had ‘DY’ on them. “Babe, which do you wanna ride in?” Alicia giggled, mainly because she didn’t know the names of any of the cars but she pointed at the black Porsche anyways and Dylan grabbed her hand, walking towards the passenger seat and opened the door for her, he waited until she settled on before walking around the car to the driver’s seat.

Eva gave up trying to persuade Nathalia any longer *********** A Bentley Mulsanne car was placed in the middle as the car was being led by another GMC Yukon Denali car in front and was shielded by two more GMC Yukon Denali cars behind until they reached their destination. The cars stopped right in front of a mansion with a majestic black gate which automatically opened giving access to the cars to enter. The mansion was one of the biggest and most luxurious mansions in Miami. It took a few minutes of extra driving before the four cars finally stopped when they arrived at the main mansion. Outside the entrance of the mansion, there was already an entourage of servants waiting outside to welco

Ria held Damien’s hand as they walked out of the old house. Ria took one last look at the house as they walked outside the house. Ria looked around and was surprised at the number of black cars in front of them. She easily recognized the dragon tattoo on the cars as the same one on Damien’s stomach. She allowed Damien to pull her towards one of the cars and the window was slowly wounded down. “Is it all taken care of?” a voice asked in the car and Damien nodded.

And I really didn't like the way my stomach felt all tingly hearing that. "You won't be replaced, Damien." He frowned. "Do you like him?" I scoffed. "I'm just doing the teacher a favor." We reached Damien's car, and I slid into the passenger seat. I had to admit, his car was nice. A sleek, elegant sports car—black, with dark red leather seats and an interior so clean it looked brand new. The kind of expensive model that only rich kids could afford to drive to school, completely wasted on people who didn't know how to appreciate it.

The sound of death was near, almost within earshot. Raymond immediately stepped on the gas, and the car sped up, running as fast as possible. Henry narrowed his eyes. These two cowards, how could they dare to come out to kidnap him? "Don't panic, if you don't want to die, listen to my commands and drive!" On the DC Bridge, five cars were chasing each other. Luckily, this car was a Lexus limited edition sports model. It had excellent performance and enough horsepower to easily leave the other four cars behind if driven at full speed.

They rode in Malomond's car, a two-year old gold Cadillac that fit his personality perfectly and gave the burly ex-cop plenty of room behind the wheel. Malomond drove in a relaxed manner, steering the car through the city streets with the fingers of his left hand, his elbow resting on the open window frame like he was out for a simple pleasure cruise. A peppy Sinatra tune floated gaily from the CD player, adding to the illusion.