Car 2 Ending Novels & Stories

"He's really gone." "Yes, he is. He'll never hurt you again where he is going." "Hope it's hell." I kissed her shoulder and neck and said, "I'm sure it is." From the news coverage, we saw cars line up to exit the cemetery, Clement's limo and Jarred's SUV were the last in the queue, except for Benedict's town car. Vianne tensed in my arms, barely breathing as the limo exited and disappeared down the street. I switched to Jarred's camera coverage from the SUV, watching the limo as it entered a hotel-parking garage as they remained outside, watching the street. Minutes later, the limo exited with the intent to make its way to the airport to catch a flight home.

I can't forgive them. "No! If you're just like that. What else can I expect from you? If you want a decent job, make up your mind!" "Tsk!" I just shook my head at the last thing I heard from the manager, I think, before finally leaving the restaurant. I still looked around to see where I parked my car. I only used an ordinary car today so it makes me wonder which of these is my car. I took a step towards the left lane and finally saw the sign on my car. Some bt21s landed in front of the car window. It's inside so no one can steal it from me.

The city passed before my fresh eyes as we drove deeper into Nicholas de Sanctis's modest neighborhood, and then I looked up at the familiar house I'd visited once. Carl's car pulled into the garage, drove back, and parked next to Nicholas' car. The separate garage door lifted, and two vehicles sat inside, one with the hood open. Both cars were black, like Nicholas's soul. I knew nothing about cars-who could blame me? I'd never even been taught to drive-but I realized these were classics. One of them was a Gran Torino. I only know that because I saw a Gran Torino not too long ago. Carl was crying, even though he would never admit it. And since seeing a man cry is the saddest thing in the wor

“Our kid is going to have the most chaotic family ever.” He chuckled. “Yeah.” I smiled. “But a loving one.” He kissed me again. “Always.” Outside the house The black car returned. The driver watched the window where we stood together. The man picked up his phone. “They’re not stopping,” he said. A cold voice answered on the other end. “Then it’s time for phase two.” “And the couple?” A pause. Then the voice said: “Break them.” The car engine started.

“It’s a deal, Matt. Anything as long as I’m with you.” The End

He simply smiled with a look of relief. The apple rolled to the ground, picking up dirt. From the start, Zach had been provoking Jessica on purpose. I looked at the blood spreading on the ground and at Zach's collapsed body, then at the frail and blind Jessica. I understood it all. This was Zach seeking redemption using Jessica. At the very end, Zach seemed to see me. His eyes were pleading. "Annie, now that I did this, will this make you feel any better?" As my own body faded, I realized this might be the last thing I would ever say. I looked right at him and gave a cold, cruel smile.

The sedan reversed with a growl, its tyres screeching. Horatio looked up just in time to see it coming again. The second impact shattered bone and silenced breath. Blood pooled beneath him, mixing with the rain. The car rolled back one last time, crushing his skull beneath its tyres with a sickening crunch. Then the engine died. Silence returned to the alley. The fog drifted back in, covering everything like a burial cloth. By the time Larkam and Trish burst into the alley, the car was gone. Only blood remained.

smell of gasoline. Everyone stood there, wide-eyed and speechless, staring at the shocking scene before them. Lincoln Walter calmly opened the car door and stepped out. He turned to the security personnel and instructed, "Scrap both of these cars." At that moment, his assistant brought over another car key. Lincoln took the key and winked at me. "Vivian, your car has been scrapped. Can I give you a ride now?" I was taken aback by his bold move. The two cars together were worth around six to seven hundred thousand dollars, and just like that, they were gone. Seeing me frozen in place, Lincoln patted the Porsche beside him. "What a useless thing! It doesn’t even have the charm to attract wome

CHAPTER 64 ​WILL ​"I love you, Carol. I know I’m not perfect, that I’ll be screwing up constantly because I don’t know how the fuck not to ruin what matters to me. I know you’ll want to run far away from me when that happens, but I swear I’m willing to change and make this work. I just want you to be with me on that long road." ​I’m breathless by the time I finish speaking, but she says nothing; she just contemplates me with wide eyes. She places her hand on mine, and for a moment my heart races—only to stop dead when she pulls my hand away from her face and turns to the side, leaving me bewildered and incredibly pissed off. ​That was how we ended the remaining two hours of the drive, each o

' Seeing the purple-gray car whizzing past him, cold sweat covered Solomon's face. He finally realized something. 'Did he just pissed off someone he shouldn't have?' At that moment, the screen switched from car No.3 to car No.2, and everyone only managed to see a purple front whizzing past car No.3 and then car No.2 had already reached the stage of the return lap. Yet they could not care less about car No.2 as they asked the control to quickly changed back to the scene earlier. However, in less than two seconds, everything was over.