Car 2 Ending Novels & Stories

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.

He ended the call and slipped the phone back into his pocket, his lips curling into a smile that wasn’t a smile at all. “Well,” he said finally, stepping back toward his car. “It looks like the truth is about to come out.” I stood there, unmoving, watching as he climbed behind the wheel and slammed the door shut. The tires screeched against the pavement as his car pulled away, leaving me standing on the quiet street. G2-Chapter31-40-批注2.0

Then, Carmen slid back into the driver's seat, grumbling to herself, saying, "Lucky for me that nosy old hag didn't screw things up. My sweet ride should be showing up any minute now." Patrick was practically buzzing with excitement, rubbing his hands together, saying, "Awesome, we're going to be filthy rich soon!" The folks in the back seat paid them no mind, convinced they had lost their marbles. As predicted, ten minutes later, Carmen pulled up to the spot where my car had been rear-ended in our previous life. Sure enough, a sleek, limited-edition luxury car pulled in right behind us.

We need to dispose of the evidence of this car. I stood up with what little strength I had left, glancing one last time at the overturned van. There, behind the crushed steering wheel, I saw a unique tattoo on the driver’s arm—a serpent coiled around a dagger. The journey back was tense and suffocating. Adrian didn't take us straight home; instead, he stopped at a secluded car wash on the outskirts of the city. Two men with stony faces were already waiting there. Without a word, they took over the car—the one with the cracked windows and bullet holes—and handed over the keys to another vehicle, a silver sedan that looked ordinary and inconspicuous.

“Fine. I won’t nag you anymore. You’re too much of a softie. All other people have to do is shed a few tears, and you’ll believe their sob story. I’ll stop talking to you now. Focus on driving. I’ll see you when we have lunch later.” … The light turned green when Carol ended her call with Myka. Just when Carol wanted to step on the gas, she saw Titus’s car beside hers. However, since he had window films, she could not see what was going on inside, and she did not know whether Titus was in the car. She looked away and stopped guessing what was going on. When they reached the next junction, Titus’s car took a left turn to head to Black Corporation. By the looks of it, Titus was in the car.

Without waiting for a reply, he ended the call and dropped his head to the steering wheel breathing heavily. He might as well go home. He was spent, he had a hell of a day. And he had to find out where Camille went. Just when he turned on the car engine, a truck flashed its headlights at him, speeding down the street toward him. James' eyes widened. He swerved the steering wheel, trying to turn around but the truck hit his car before he could move, turning his car upside down and ramming it against a nearby wall. The last thing he saw, as the sickening crunch of his car crushing down on him drowned him unconscious, was the picture of Camille in his hands.

Afraid of losing him, I gradually closed my mouth. “I knew you would win the championship. I've booked a restaurant to celebrate for Sharon. Let's all share in the joy.” As soon as John finished speaking, cheers erupted around us. The assistant's out-of-place voice interrupted the celebration. “Um... what about Sister Sharon? She's still pinned under the car, right?” After a pause, John 's voice was cold and ruthless. “The race cars are specially customized with anti-collision features. As for her current state, she's probably just trying to get my attention.”

Luca looks up from the GPS on his mobile. We find the University, and Twigs turns the car into an empty booth. He has hardly pulled the handbrake before Luca gets out and pushes the seat forward for me. Before I can move out, he is gone. "I did not think there were cars without a central lock anymore". I laugh and try to cover the pain of disappointment at Luca’s abrupt exit. "Yes, my dear pile of rust may not have all sorts of electric tinsel, but she is bought and paid for”. Twigs pats the old battered car on the roof.

There was actually the ocean down that cliff's dead end. She drove really fast but still, the other cars were getting too close to them and the dead-end was also not very far now. Meera slowed down the car as the cliff was getting a little too close now. The car was still moving to the end. The other cars stopped and Mr. Jin and his men ran towards their car.