120/80-18 Novels & Stories

The 20-inch, five-spoke alloy wheel adds a touch of sophistication and sportiness to the car. Caleb quickly unlocks the car to check the interior because if the exterior is that beautiful, he can't imagine what the interior will look like. The interior of the Audi R8 is a masterclass in luxury and refinement. The cabin is adorned with premium, red leather upholstery, supplemented by subtle silver accents. The dashboard features a 12.3-inch, high-resolution display screen, while the steering is wrapped in the same blood-red leather. The seats are heated as Caleb gets into the passenger's seat, and they are also well-ventilated, and they feature adjustable lumbar support,

Dante said, pulling me closer as another VIP, a French banker, approached too eagerly, his gaze on my legs. Dante’s hand firmed on my waist, steering us subtly. “Monsieur Duval, the Audi A8 Security: 4.0L twin-turbo V8, 563 hp, VR10 armor, stops explosives. Interested?” Duval nodded, but his eyes wandered. “Very. And Señora Lucchese, your insights?” Before I could speak, Dante tugged me against his chest. “She agrees. Now, if you’ll excuse us…”

Smart animals. "I won't have this argument with you because this isn't the first time you're coming to our rescue" she continued "a vacant spot is always available for you to work with is as a vet" "You know I can't" I said lightly "I haven't started college but I am really busy making applications but thanks for letting my know I'll never fall under the unemployed" I said hugging her before approaching my cobalt blue jeep which I Chris had bought for me right after graduation.

Matthew said looking up from his computer. "Oh, I don't care much about the bike, it's old and I think it's high time I got a car." "Finally, I'd say she did you a favour, when are you getting one?" "Soon, I would get one, just after I have gotten my driver's license." Matthew raised an eyebrow not believing his ears. "Your driver's license? You don't have a driver's license? How old are you again?" "Twenty seven, why do you ask?"

Acre asked "Well daddy I just wanted to tell you that I'm gonna get a mate" confused Acre replied "Well yes, one day you will sweetie" "Yep," Lanna said nodding "His name will be Samual" Chuckling I add "So you know his name?" "Yep and he's gonna have a big black wolf called Samson" "How do you know this sweetheart?" Sky asked as Lannagot up off the couch and headed back to her bedroom "Oh, aunt queen Lanna told me, oh and tomorrow she said we should go to a place called the hard rock cafe for chocolate fudge cake."

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The fire of his anger still burned brightly within him, and it would not be extinguished until he had dealt with the threat that Ace posed. A sleek black car was waiting for him at the curb, and the driver immediately stepped out to open the door for him. Richard slid into the backseat, the leather cool against his skin. The door closed with a quiet thud, sealing him inside the luxurious cocoon. The car pulled away from the hospital, merging seamlessly into the flow of traffic.

I looked outside to know if I could still back out, but Alia, my sister, was already there. She leaned against her Porsche like she belonged in a high-end magazine spread—tailored trousers, silk blouse, sunglasses perched even though we were indoors. Arms crossed, weight on one hip. That familiar, knowing smirk was there, the one that said she already thought she knew exactly what storm was brewing in my head. I sighed and got down. The moment my feet hit the ground, she whistled low. “When did you get this one?” I followed her gaze to my matte-black Lamborghini. Sleek, arrogant beast. I shrugged. “Last week. Needed something to match Daniel’s.”

Looking over his shoulder, he added, "don't ignore your gut instinct, baby, and make sure to lock your door and windows tonight. You know, just in case." I watched him get into the driver's seat of his matte black Audi. In a matter of seconds, his tires were screeching out of the parking lot. I expelled a sharp breath before continuing my trek back to my apartment. Quinn probably had one of her drivers pick her up so I wasn't worried about her. All I cared about was getting home before that eerie feeling came back.

She had several options, but tonight, she wanted something sleek yet comfortable. She had already made up her mind on her black Mercedes-Benz AMG GLE 63 S Coupe before stepping out. It was a beauty—elegant yet powerful, with smooth curves and a bold front grille that made it stand out. The glossy black paint gleamed under the garage lights, giving it a sophisticated but intimidating presence. The tinted windows added an air of mystery, while the silver accents along the body gave it a refined touch.