101 Dalmatians Cars Novels & Stories

This company sounded interesting—like gathering war supplies or negotiating military contracts. *** I followed him outside and was met with more impossible sights—towering buildings of stone and shimmering glass, metal beasts lining the road. "Aren't we going out? Where's your carriage?" I asked. "Carriage? I have a BMW," Damien said, gesturing toward a sleek black box on wheels. It was enormous, yet compact—smooth like obsidian armor. "What kind of horse is a bmw?" I frowned. Damien opened a compartment big enough for two people to climb inside. I slid in, fingers testing the strange fabric. Comfortable, like silk-padded saddles. The smell—faintly sweet, faintly unnatural.

I rattled off, like it were textbook. Damien's face lit up at my knowledge of cars. He had to have known that I enjoyed them, but I don't think he realized quite the extent of it until just then. He turned to me. “Yes, I’m aware, and this is #3 of 20. I have the matching one with orange accents along the bottom which is #4 of 20.” He said, with a smile to die for.

I finally leaned closer to Dad, needing his warmth and strength. "Vulcan neck pinch, huh?" said the Detective Winchester finally. "That's a new one. Sure you don't want to change your story?" His obvious skepticism made my face redden. Dad cleared his throat and the detective's eyes shot toward him, narrowing. "Okay," he gave in, leaning back in his seat. Dad nodded with approval. "What about Dante's car, Ms. Parker. Can you describe it to me?" I shrugged. "It was a Blue Suburu WRX, STI, I think. Leather trimmed upholstery."

"We never got to eat, you must be hungry," remarks Caspian as he keys in the code. A metal door smoothly slides open to reveal the biggest garage I've ever seen. There must be more than ten cars in there and several motorcycles. Why would they need that many cars? From practical sedans and SUVs to fancy sports cars. There is a BMW, a Jeep, a Buick, a Ferrari, a Porsche, a Bugatti...just wow! There are a few other exotic cars that I have never seen before and have no slightest idea what the make of them, but my mouth water at the sight of a red 1967 Corvette. That baby is totally lickable!

“I’m done.” Johnson flopped onto Damon’s bed later. “I’m bored.” “Sleep,” Damon said. “Jet lag.” “Nope. I need toiletries.” “I’ll have them delivered.” “I want to go out.” Damon sighed. “Fine.” In the garage, Johnson’s eyes widened. “Is that a Maybach?” “We’re not taking it.” Damon said sharp “Johnson’s gaze drifted past the row of cars, then stopped. His brows lifted slowly. “What about the limo?”

By now, Daryl and Cara had walked out of the gate and noticed Thomas… and the gigantic, horrifying dent on his BMW behind him. A storm took over Daryl’s face immediately. His expression darkened. Hoarsely, he bristled, “Who the hell turned my car into that?! Show your f**king face!”

Outside of The Waterfront Well, Diana's colleagues have arrived and stood waiting for her. They didn't dare to go in without her. What would happen if they'll go in by themselves? Who knows? Maybe they will be driven away. Just then, a black Rolls Royce Phantom pulled up. Their eyes stared at the expensive car. Liam and Rupert were car enthusiasts. They couldn't help but talk about the specs and how the car looked to have been customized as well. "Don't you think it looks familiar?" Liam asked Rupert, his hand held his chin, trying to recall something.

Marcus looks at Gerard and nods. “I respect that, he isn’t needed here anyway” Marcus says and continues to move. There are no other workers in the shop apart from Steven. There is an Audi A3, a Ford fusion, a red impala and a Porsche Cayman. “Porsche Cayman. Man, you have got something good here,” Samuel says. “Is that my mom’s car?” Rachael asks as she spots the Impala. “Yes. I took the liberty of fixing her up. I hope you don’t mind,” Steven says.

Lilian pouted and said, “You said Young Master Leigh smashed your car, what car was it?” “A Maserati Quattroporte. Any problem with that?” Darcy argued.

Listening to what he said made me find the confidence I had lost after listening to what mom and dad had suggested. "I really wanna go for a ride," I said wanting to get some fresh air. "Well, lucky for you, because I brought the keys to my car," Hamdi said flashing his key card in my face. Hamdi also owns a tesla, but his own was a black one, and he always claims his own was faster. We mostly ended up arguing for hours about it, because I knew he couldn't possibly be right since both cars are the same models. We got into his car and went for a drive through the busy streets of LA.