Cars 2 The World Grand Prix Novels & Stories

"Not you," Maxwell said, cold as ice. He turned to the younger salesman. "I was asking him. Phil, is my car ready?" Vin froze, his smile dying on his face. Phil stood up straighter, a grin breaking out. "It sure is, Mr. Sterling. Follow me." Maxwell followed Phil to the back of the showroom, leaving Vin to stew in his regret. And there it was. A McLaren 720S. Matte black. It was low, wide, and aggressive. It looked like the Batmobile's meaner cousin. Maxwell stopped in front of it. It was beautiful.

Yes, I trusted him that much. The doors automatically opened and we stepped in. I heard Finn's gasp behind me and turned to look at him. "What's it?" "What's it?" He asked with wide eyes. He walked in before me and began to look around. His fingers traced the bonnets of the cars as he stared at them in awe. "You're really asking me this? You have a collection of cars anyone would want to have! BMW? Bugatti? Lamborghini Aventador roadster?! You've got a Maserati too and you act like the average company owner. Fuck you, Scarlett!"

They were black, silver, red, and white. Each car looked fancy and clean, making me think about how wealthy this man must be. I saw more than ten cars. Some were fast sports cars, and some were big SUVs. There were also cool bikes, shiny like animals ready to go. I even saw other fun things like custom quads and a shiny boat trailer. I couldn’t stop the words spilling from my mouth. “That’s a Ferrari SF90 Stradale… and that’s a Lamborghini Aventador… oh my God, is that a Bugatti Chiron?” I walked closer, pointing like a child.

I froze when I saw that stunning car. “My God,” I said before reaching out to touch that work of art. “Is this car yours?” “Yes,” Alessandro said proudly. “And you can drive it.” I immediately looked at Alessandro with a frown. “You wouldn't risk a luxury car in my hands,” I said immediately. “You're not stupid.” “I'm not stupid; I saw your P*******t board and how much you love luxury cars and Formula 1,” Alessandro said, and I opened my eyes wide.

He downshifted, slammed the brakes for half a heartbeat, just enough for the car behind to overshoot, then swerved left, sending it colliding into its partner. The cars exploded in a violent bloom of orange in the rearview mirror. My God! Such high-end vehicles that cost not less than 30 million pounds each exploding into nothing sent a chill down my spine. My pulse was in chaos. The fear had washed away by now, and all that was left was awe. Do all billionaires and CEOs have such amazing driving skills? I'm not sure, but it certainly doesn’t include Zane Voss. One after another, he played them like pieces on a chessboard, perfectly forcing one to sideswipe another. Three cars were reduced t

“What the f*ck! Rolls-Royce Silver Ghost, Maybach… They’re all f*cking luxurious cars!” “Awesome! Is this the Green Dragon Court? Theo Zander can’t compare with them at all. They’re the boss!” “Oh no, this kid is doomed today. He has provoked the Green Dragon Court. Just wait to collect his body now.” On one side of the square, all the luxurious cars were parked. After that, the doors opened one after another.

Since then, I have started to adjust my ways, which also made it easier to me, since I don’t have to spend a lot of moneys to buy the second hand sports cars to sell here. Instead I have changed my approach, and that is I started to buy a lot of second hand sedans, 4x4, jeeps and vans. I also includes those large van that were often used by celebrities, after all these types of vans were quite in abundance and compared to million of dollar sports cars, they were more cheaper and also spacious enough to please any nobles that laid their eyes on it. On top of all this, I also have bought and own a car manufacturing company in the large neighbouring country and has ordered the company to secr

They both chirped as I exited to the garage In one motion I swiftly removed the cover revealing my blacked out sports bike. It was by far my favorite vehicle and boy am I happy it's mine again. I quickly climbed on and started her up causing the whole garage to roar and come to life. I pulled my helmet on and pushed the garage door opener before turning on my playlist. As the music blared through the speakers I started off for school. I may have also, just possibly, woke up the whole neighborhood, my bad.

She was amazed to see a white limo and decided not to ride in it. “Isn’t there a cheaper car?” She sipped her coffee and asked the driver. “Ferrari 250 GTO, Ferrari 335 S Spider Scaglietti, Bugatti Type 57SC Atlantic, Alfa Romeo 8C 2900B Lungo Spider, Rolls-Royce Phantom IV State Landaulette, Aston Martin DP215, Aston Martin DBR1. 1962 Shelby 260 Cobra CSX 20000…”

Now seated in the back of a car that probably cost more than his future career earnings combined, Justin stared out the tinted window as Monaco's busy streets slowly gave way to quieter roads and increasingly ridiculous properties. "This is insane," he muttered for what was probably the fifth time. The driver, maintaining perfect professional silence, didn't respond. Justin sighed dramatically and leaned back against the leather seat. "Maybe they're taking me somewhere to harvest my organs."Still no response. "Fair enough," he muttered. "I wouldn't answer that either." The car continued down a private road lined with trees that somehow looked expensive.Then Justin saw the gates.Huge black ir