Cadillac Pocketbook Novels & Stories

’ Isabella was full of doubts. As she hesitated, Samuel suddenly called out to her, "Isabella..." She turned to see him looking astonished, as if he wanted to reach out and stop her. Feeling a deep sense of revulsion, she quickly escaped into the car. The car started and sped away. Cynthia and Samuel stared at each other, bewildered. Samuel was utterly shocked, staring at the departing car. That sleek, high-end car was definitely not an ordinary luxury vehicle. If he wasn't mistaken, it was a CCXR, one of only six in the world, worth over two million.

He turned on his heel, gesturing toward the vehicle idling in the private bay. My jaw dropped slightly. I had expected a nice car. Peter drove a McLaren, so I figured it would be an expensive sedan or a standard luxury SUV. What was waiting for me was a literal tank. It was a matte-black, heavily modified Cadillac Escalade with reinforced steel panels, windows so thick they had a distinct, dark green tint of bulletproof glass, and run-flat tires that looked like they belonged on a military transport vehicle. The engine let out a low, menacing rumble that vibrated through the concrete floor, echoing off the walls of the garage.

Let them think what they wanted. When I stepped outside, my breath caught for a moment. In front of me, parked right by the entrance, was one of the sleekest, most expensive cars I had ever seen. A fully black, glossy roll Royce Cullinan, the kind of car you saw in magazines or movies. I'd be driving this if we weren't so knee-deep into debts. The driver stood next to the car, looking as professional as ever, waiting for me. I barely glanced at him before climbing into the backseat, settling in as the door was shut behind me. The leather interior was immaculate, the smell of luxury filling the air as I adjusted myself. This car was worth millions. The thought barely registered as we pulled a

Dave said in resignation, "I didn't want to. The mall guard wouldn't let me park there." Mya gestured to a sleek black car nearby and questioned, "So why can that one be parked there?" Dave replied, "Ms. Harper, that car isn't like ours." "But it's the same make," Mya insisted. With a helpless shake of his head, Dave explained, "Ms. Harper, that car has a line of letters beneath the model name. It's a military edition—limited and not available for purchase. It's not just any car; it's in a league of its own compared to ours."

“Mr. King called ahead. We’re here to assist you and carry everything. Please let us know if you need anything at all.” Camille blinked, a little taken aback. “That’s not necessary. I can manage.” “We can’t go against Mr. King’s orders, ma’am. He was very specific.” The shopper smiled politely. “Roderick…” Camille muttered under her breath but she didn’t argue further. She let them follow as they started shopping. They began in the children’s luxury section. Adrian’s eyes lit up like stars. He ran straight to a miniature electric sports car — realistic, child-sized, painted in deep blue with gold accents. The price tag read $28,000.

The vehicles were each more luxurious and opulent than the last. A sleek black Porsche 911 GT2 RS pulled up, its polished exterior shining under the soft evening lights. As the car door opened, a well-known young businessman, Caleb Strickland, stepped out. Dressed in a tailored tuxedo, he was greeted with admiration and camera flashes, as his presence at such events was often a sign of significant business deals to come.

But it’s only one of the many symbols of the strings David has pulled, of the control he’s exerted over Cade’s life. Beside it, an array of other vehicles. A red Audi, a silver Aston Martin, a deep blue Porsche, and finally, the humble gold Range Rover we’re stepping out of. Each one is a masterpiece of engineering, a display of power and prestige. I forget he’s a billionaire sometimes… It’s easy to forget, amidst the day-to-day normalcy of Cade’s 9-to-5 job, that he’s a closet billionaire. We exit the car, the echo of doors closing amplified in the cavernous space. Cade’s steps are heavy, purposeful, as we make our way inside. The house is quiet, the only sound the soft hum of the air condi

“Yeah, come on, my car is at the back of this building. The booklet already stated where the tour would end, so I parked here” In no time we are at my Cadillac Escalade ESV that Aziel brought here from New York. He wanted a reliable car for me and to keep up with my style of car. Andre's eyes widen at the sight of my very expensive ride, although his BMW isn't cheap. “Let me ride after you to the club,” I suggest.

He replays the little part of the accident he had seen and suddenly, he decides it was not simply an accident. It was planned. He was out, Ash wasn't there either, she was alone, he had seen that car zoom off, the car that was an exact replica of his. He grabs his phone as the realization hits home. "Hello Mr Christian." "Hello sir, my favorite customer. Are you ready for another car?" "How many models of that car were made?" "Which of the car's?" "The one I bought last." "Ah. The Cadillac CTS? Just three across the world. You have one, the US President bought one and the last one was just sold in Italy last month."

, Dargok assented. Rashid opened the car and went in immediately. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "All the cars parked outside here, who owns all of them, they smell money!!", Mrs Parker exclaimed. The cars of Rashid was parked outside, his bodyguards were all inside the car, under the orders of Rashid, he had told them to get inside the car. A black Cadillac SUV, A black La Ferrari, Latest version of a Mitsubishi, An outlander and lastly a Maybach van. Janelle rolled her eyes, she kept shut, she saw the way all eyes were focused on the cars, they were surely awed by all of them.