Accel World Black Lotus Novels & Stories

Tyrion replied smiling. Alessandro was already waiting by his sleek black car, a 1955 Mercedes-Benz 300 SL Alloy Gullwing, looking as composed as ever. When they approached him, he only acknowledged their arrival with just a nod. "She will be driving with me." Tyrion said with a playful smile, but the response he got was Alessandro's car window rolling up. "Rude." Carly sighed. "I'm glad I'm coming with you." She said as they both walked towards a Koenigsegg CCXR Trevita.

I raise my brows, shaking my head. “I didn’t say that,” Ismail says smiling sheepishly. “Whatever, let’s go and close the deal.” But I come to a stop when I see something amazing. “Oh, my God! Is that a Lamborghini Aventador S 2019, with 8,400 rpm horse and a top speed of 217 miles per hour?” I squeal when I see my dream car. “Wow, I can see you really like this car,” Ismail says. “Like it? I love it! I love this car.”

"Ancient history. Let's just exchange insurance information and be done with this." Melissa stepped forward, one hand on her slightly rounded belly. "Actually, Amber, could we maybe—" Before she could finish, I pulled out my phone. "I'm calling Mason. He can handle this properly." (Melissa's POV) I couldn't take my eyes off Amber's car. The limited edition Midnight Racer with its custom detailing and midnight blue finish—I'd seen the catalog in Ethan's office. Only twenty had been made worldwide, and Dominic Blackwood had purchased one for his Luna.

They were waiting. Kaelen’s eyes flashed a deep, obsidian black. "Hold on," he growled. He didn't hit the brakes. He floored the accelerator. The engine roared like a beast as the car slammed into the first monster. There was a sickening thud, and silver fluid splashed across the windshield, but Kaelen didn't blink. He swerved through the rest of them, the car fishtailing on the wet wood of the bridge before he regained control.

The high-performance engine roared to life with a terrifying, aggressive growl. Daniel shifted the gear into drive, his long fingers gripping the leather steering wheel with white-knuckled force. He slammed his foot down onto the accelerator, and the luxury car zoomed off, its tires screeching violently against the asphalt as it tore out of the stadium gates, completely forgetting the festival, the corporate board, and the entire instrument of Blackwood Industries behind them in a cloud of burning rubber.

Ace said as he smirked victoriously. “So we’re taking mine amore.” Not in the mood to argue, I rolled my eyes and followed him. We arrived at a gorgeous bright red Porsche 918. Ace reached in the truck and pulled out a duffle bag filled with weapons and ammo. I touched the outside of the car to feel that it was reinforced with metal, making the exterior hard and impenetrable. The wheels had small spikes, which would easily take out any vehicle that tried to ram into us. It was like a fucking Italian Bat Mobile. Romano and Alice got into his all black G-Wagon, and pulled up beside us as I got into Aces Porsche. Ace turned the key, the sound of the engine echoing throughout the garage. “We’ll

I immediately shook my head, “Yes, please. Tell me something.” Then, I looked back at the small sign near the car. There is information written, but that is not what I read. My eyes were stuck at its price. Twenty-nine million, nine hundred ninety-nine thousand, nine hundred ninety-nine; wow. “Well, our 1991 Black Eagle is a one-off high-performance sports car. We showed it to the public last year in December. So, if you buy it now, you will be the seventh to get it from the Philippines, which is very rare compared to our sales internationally. It has a speed of 350 kilometers per hour which is 217 mph, and a twin-turbo V12 engine mounted in 60º. This is our latest model who also won the XCR

We reached the parking lot without being caught. I stopped in awe as I fixated my eyes on his car. I can barely move my free hand. My dad owns one of this too. It’s Bugatti La Voiture Noire. The Black car. This gorgeous vehicle has a sky- high price. It has a carbon- fibre shell that is sculpted by hand, a quad turbo W16 8.10L engine that produces a thousand five hundred horsepower, and an acceleration of 0- 100 kph in 2.4 seconds. And its top speed is 420 kph. Yeah, I didn’t take time to describe his luxurious car. I gulped. Am I really going to ride this expensive car? He opened the car’s door for me. I looked at him and I found him staring at my awed face. I got conscious. Did he saw me d

Emily POV Six months after Sebastian Cross fled to Switzerland, life found an unusual rhythm. Lotus Automotive sold for eight billion. Sebastian accepted, overpaid dramatically, and immediately discovered he'd bought an expensive shell. We retained all IP, key personnel, and the Formula One team. Lothan-Lotus Racing prepared for our debut season. I stood in the team garage at Barcelona testing, watching mechanics work on our cars during their eighteen months of development. "Emily, we have telemetry from Davies Hartley's run, " my race engineer called. "Fastest

"Yay!" Ace muttered something under his breath-probably a prayer for patience-while I pulled my top back on. Satisfied that I was no longer half-naked, he pressed his car keys. A sleek black Aston Martin Vantage beeped from across the lot. My jaw dropped. How filthy rich was this guy?! Ace shot me a glare. "Get in." I grinned, practically skipping toward the car. I was definitely going to have fun driving him crazy.