Cadillac Pocketbook Novels & Stories

Percival's cryptic promise. She let out a frustrated sigh, and Carrie looked at her with concern. “Want to talk about what that was all about?” Carrie asked. “You guys didn’t hear all of it?” Zeda was surprised. Carrie shook her head and gestured around the vehicle. “Soundproof.” “Wow,” Zeda mumbled, taking in the interior. The luxury coach was lined with plush, oversized seats in dark leather, wide tinted windows, and soft overhead lighting—it was less a school bus and more a private jet on wheels.

Damon’s POV I cautiously eyed the Lucid Royce ‘24 that was parked on the terrace of my private penthouse, easing my car into the parking space next to it. I got out and slammed the door shut, my eyes still trained on the sleek shiny Royce. It’s been in my train of sight for a while now, the latest, most expensive Lucid model which was only available by order. I ran my fingers across the sleek length and breadth, loving the feel of the black steel on my skin. Did it belong to Jacob?

I was reaching for my bag when I froze. That wasn't the sound of a SoHo barista’s Volkswagen. I walked to the floor-to-ceiling window and pulled back the sheer curtain. Three pitch-black Cadillac Escalades—armored, tinted, and polished to a lethal shine—pulled into the driveway with surgical precision. The sunlight glinted off the chrome like a warning. The doors opened in perfect unison. A dozen men and women stepped out. They wore charcoal suits that cost more than my annual salary, earpieces coiled behind their ears. They carried Pelican cases and oversized architectural tubes.

And for a brief moment, he wanted to believe it could stay that way. But the feeling didn’t last. A low rumble echoed from the distance—an engine, heavy and deliberate. Fenrak turned his gaze to the far end of the street. A sleek black car approached slowly, the kind that didn’t belong in this part of Verona. It was old—late 1970s by the look of it—a Cadillac Fleetwood. Pristine, polished, out of time and place. It stopped just across from the café. Fenrak’s hand instinctively went to his jacket.

“Yeah, I wanted to drive this since I just got it in. The new Ford F-150 Platinum.” Maddox opened the back door for me. “It’s nice.” Stepping in, Maddox’s hand rested on my back and slid down my ass as I got in. There was something natural, comforting, and thrilling about it. “I like it!” Jo was looking around and pushing everything to see what was inside. When she found a small, long sparkling box, she looked at Cade with her mouth opened wide. “This is why you don’t snoop!” Cade rolled his eyes but got it out and handed it to her.

While I’d spoken to him a few days before, I was still in my crazy state of thinking that Drew’s death was no big deal when we talked, so I was eager to call him back to claim I’d been in shock or something. Noises next door told me Cadence was in her room, but she wasn’t particularly loud, and I hoped she’d fall asleep for a little while. After that, I hoped I’d get a chance to talk to her. There was so much going on all of a sudden, and I felt pressed for time, even though I had no idea why. I checked my texts first. The girls had discovered the car was a Lamborghini Aventador, which cost about $400,000. That number was from Emma, so I knew it wasn’t an exaggeration. I almost dropped my ph

She tilts her head, her manicured fingers brushing the leather briefly before she nods once. “Bag it.” The attendants exchange quick smiles of relief. Another rushes forward, holding a sleek black crocodile-skin purse. “This one, Miss Vallerand, is from our private collection. Two hundred and fifty thousand. A timeless piece—classic, rare, and very discreet. It was designed for women of stature.” Bianca lifts a brow, finally turning her eyes on the girl. “Are you saying the others aren’t?” The attendant pales, fumbling. “N-not at all, Madam, I only meant—”

“Hey, what’s going on here?” I light cheery female voice came from behind me and I whipped my head to see Bridget coming out of the house with Eliot at her heels. My stomach churned and I felt my lunch almost being tossed from my stomach. I thought she said that she was going to be alone. I should have known better. “Enny, you’re back! Wow!” She turned her head to the car and whistled in admiration. “The Cadillac CT5-V Blackwing? Nice. It is one of the cheapest and sleekest cars on the market. It’s just $100,000.”

I heard the surprised tone in Peterson's voice. It was same car as Orpheus' newly acquired cars. It was a gift from father. Mr. Redd had sent them in yesterday morning and it has been locked in the carriage. It was crimson in colour. "Oh mine!!" He yelped as he saw the beautiful and angelic lady step down from the car. He rushed immediately, "can I please have a photo with you, I so much love Cadillac products. This is my dream car!!" He tapped the bonnet twice as he took a picture.

He'd never heard of anything as a perfect butt before but even from afar and the fabric of his pants, Nate could see the perfect shape of Spade's butt, he could almost see the muscles there flexing. He cleared his throat and looked away, pulling at his tie as it was suddenly hotter than before. His eyes followed Spade's line of vision and he saw a very beautiful Red Cadillac parked in front of the hotel, this car screamed money and affluence, compared to his Aston Martin parked just a few feet behind the Cadillac. "Come on" was all Spade muttered before already walking towards the Cadillac, but Nate's voice stopped him "What about my car"? He asked and that's when Spade's eyes moved from the