101 Dalmatians Cars Novels & Stories

“I was just talking with your mother.” “And you’re ready to go?” “Yes.” Dario grinned. “Then let’s go.” He led me outside. The large black SUV I anticipated. It was the Lamborghini Countach that I didn’t. Dario opened the passenger door of the small sports car. “I like to drive when I can.” I stared down at the automobile worth more than the median value of most of the country’s homes. “And nothing says incognito like a Countach.” Leaning down, I looked at the futuristic interior. “No back seat. Where is Armando going to sit?”

Was the only thing he says before exiting the room leaving his secretary in a dilemma . Damian took the elevator down to the underground parking lot where his car was… He pressed the car keys and a black Mercedes-Benz G63 AMG Star Trooper made a beeping sound and he walked towards where the car was… Damian has so many car Collections and this baby is just one outta his many luxurious cars… He hopped on the driver's side and turned on the ignition before driving outta the parking lot into the highway… He took a deep breath and tried to clear his head as he drove towards the direction of the Address in his phone…

Dak was almost out of the parking lot when he said, “I only drive it when the weather’s bad. I prefer a smaller car.” Memory glanced behind her. It was a lot larger than her Honda, but it wasn’t exactly a Suburban. “What kind of car do you have? A Lamborghini?” She giggled, but then, when he didn’t say anything, she asked. “It’s not—is it?” “No,” he smirked. “It’s definitely not a Lamborghini.” “Probably a Civic or a Malibu.” He laughed but still didn’t answer her initial question. When he caught her staring at him out of the corner of his eye, he said, “It’s a... Ferrari.”

{Dominic} The elevator chimed, and the doors slid open, revealing the polished marble floors of the underground parking deck. I stepped out, smoothing the creases of my clean slate-gray suit. I slacked my tie a bit as I headed toward my Bugatti Centodieci. It was one of the few that existed, and yet, it still wasn’t my favorite car.

Tilted his head over, kissed her, and said, "Drive, it's okay if you can't keep up with them." Anne Jenner looked at him indifferently, then started the car, drove to the main road, there were three cars in front, Rita and Laline Kanna's car was Wrangler, Magnus and Ron Anthony were Volvo, Osborne and Mina's were sports Benz. sports, all have high horsepower, fast speed. They waited a little longer for Anne Jenner. One second later. Everyone stared blankly at the BMW just like that passing in front of them, the brand new license plate and the sign Ron Anthony instructed the staff to put on.

Sa'eed nods and drags her hand a little bit farther away from the cakes. " These are yours. Firstly, they key to a, guess which car." Halima smiles. "Is it a Cadillac, a Porsche, a beetle, a Chevrolet? You know i hate Mercedes so it better not be that." Halima narrows her eyes. Sa'eed laughs at her facial expression then dangles the keys in her face.

John walked up to her and asked while he tapped her. "No, it's just for the mean time....very soon, we will go back home" General Laura answered him sweetly with a cordial smile. Apparently, she didn't plan on staying for long. Just as Diana and her kids walked over to the big mansion's entrance. A red Lamborghini Aventador zoomed in with high speeds. That was Anamika's car!

Everyone agreed and left to take their positions. Damien walked out of the front door first. The tiny stones that covered the driveway crunched and clinked underneath our feet as we followed behind him. He stopped in the middle of the drive and held his hand up for us to stop too. We didn't need to wait long, as a few minutes later a black Mustang sped up the drive and skidded to a stop right in front of Damien. Then a little black sports car pulled up beside it, and then six more black cars, with blacked out windows followed up the drive and parked behind them.

Dante's car pulled up to the family estate. It was a Mercedes-AMG GT— black and impossibly clean. Dante's car matched his personality—Sophisticated. Every inch of it was spotless. The interior was black leather, not a crumb or speck of dust anywhere, everything organised and precisely in its place. It was perfect. Just like everything else Dante owned. He stopped the engine and sat there for a moment, hands still gripping the steering wheel. He hadn't stopped thinking since he left his apartment.

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