All-carb Novels & Stories

He closes the door and goes to the driver side, open it, and start the car then drive. I look through the window and feel the wind ruffling my hair on top since the top of the car is open just like a convertible car. I feel like someone looking at me and I turn a little my head to Zack and look at him, well! he is very handsome when driving. He turns also and looks at me before I decide to escape to possible eye contact between him and me. Right now I don't want this strange feeling to start back, I just need to remain glad for this day.

she says and I hum under my breath at her reply. We are at the house. I pull up beside Weston’s black with orange racing stripes Bugatti Chiron Super Sport 300+ in the garage. We made it into a ten-car garage and added a large building at the back of the house for Arson’s personal autobody shop. Carley lets out a whistle when she sees all the cars. Jase’s car is already in here alongside Ransom’s solid black McLaren Speedtail. Next to that is Arson’s black 1967 Corvette Stingray he rebuilt. The majority of our vehicles are black, and all of them are custom-made with bulletproofing minus the motorcycles.

He was a key piece, one that needed to be carefully maneuvered, or removed altogether. The figure watched as the man’s car disappeared around a corner, then turned away from the window, moving to a desk cluttered with documents, maps, and a laptop. They sat down and began typing, their fingers moving swiftly over the keys. Each keystroke was a calculated move in the intricate chess game they were playing—a game where every player was a potential pawn or a threat.

They snapped at him. “Fine!” Daniel snapped back before leaving the lounge. “According to the internet, this can only be crab” Big G said reading from his phone. “It’s pubic lice that look exactly like a crab” he added. “I don’t care what it looks like, how do we get rid of it?” Tresh asked, panicking. He had to get this treated as soon as possible.

Ariana couldn’t get out of the store fast enough. There was an instant change in the atmosphere as she stepped onto the footpath. If Ray wasn’t chattering a mile a minute as he emerged behind her, still sucking that damn lollipop and twirling the dick like a baton, maybe Ariana might have noticed the black car stop abruptly just past them. One good thing that she'd learned through the gossip mill since she'd been back was that the McCann brothers had left town without a word. Shivering in disgust at the foul memories coming through at the thought of them, she looked up again to feel the atmosphere lighten, and smiled.

Instead, I called Skye. “Skye, don’t smash the car just yet. We’ll do it tomorrow.” The neighbor stared at me in disbelief. “You’ve seriously lost your mind. Aren’t you afraid that people are going to tear you apart over this? No matter what you do, that woman’s never going to get back together with you!” This time, though, Anthony was completely on my side. “We absolutely should smash it! A trashy woman like that? Forget the car, I’d like to beat the guy up too!”

As I read over the various numbers and data lines, I realized very quickly that I hardly understood any of it. "What does any of this mean?" I asked. It wasn't just the statistics that I didn't understand, I couldn't comprehend the entire situation. I'm not a Lycanthrope, I'm not a Lycanthrope, I kept repeating in my head. The doctor walked over and began to point to various horizontal columns on the chart. "We did a blood panel," he told me. "We can determine Lycanthropy by reading the levels of hemoglobin, platelets, WBC, and various other things. Because Lycans have the ability to regenerate body tissue rapidly as a way to heal quicker, your white blood cell count is a very good indicator

“But the engine itself, doesn’t look terrible. I’d lift it and give it a good once over out of the car but looking at it, it seems to be okay.” “Well, that at least is good. DeTomaso did good back in the day.” I dropped the hood down and winced as a cloud of rust and dirt exploded off of the car. “I can honestly say that I never seen one in person. It has actual switches. I’m sure once you get everything back to the original, it would feel like a spy car. A switch for rockets, one for turbo…oh man…that would be so cool.” Shaking his head, Carl dropped the hood of the Arcadia. We both looked up as I spied Caleb’s Audi pull up to the front of the garage. We both stood side by side, watching Ju

With a beep, the lights flashed and the scissor doors lifted upwards slowly like wings unfolding. For a moment, no one spoke, then Diego let out a low whistle as he and Leon slowly stepped closer to get a better look at the cars. “Holy hell. These are… these are ours?” I felt something settle in my chest as I watched the proud smirk on Arya’s face as she took in their reactions. “What are the specs?” Diego asked, already circling the black car. “Carbon fiber reinforced chassis,” Arya said. “We improved the weight reduction without compromising on structural integrity while enhancing downforce geometry. We also reworked the cooling system to prevent overheating at high RPMs.”

"Is goody goody Caroline a little ass eater?" I rolled my eyes, smiling at his inane assumptions. "At least I take my coffee like a normal person." "Sugar makes me fat," he grumbled. "You've never been fat," I pointed out, pulling my laptop from my bag. "So? I know how science works. Sugar is made of carbs and carbs are unkind to anyone's waistline." "I watched you pound like six plus beers at the bonfire. You can't tell me you don't eat carbs." "Of course I eat carbs. But only certain kinds. And beer is for special occasions."