Cars 2 The World Grand Prix Novels & Stories

I followed him into the house. “Uh, yeah. She was. She was beautiful and so nice. And you and she had the same lame style when it comes to dressing.” He snorted out a laugh, and I laughed lowly. He escorted me to the garage and then the car came into view. It was a beautiful car, especially up close. “What kind of car is this?” “It’s sick, right? It’s a 2022 Audi R8. It has a V10 engine and it’s brutally fast.”

He had never owned the car before, so one could imagine the excitement in his heart. Rafael led Josh to the garage where the car was kept. As they entered the spacious garage, he gestured toward a sleek, fiery red Ferrari 488 Pista. The moment Josh laid eyes on the sports car, his eyes widened in shock. It was a jaw-dropping sight, and it completely exceeded his expectations. When his grandfather had instructed Rafael to arrange a car, he certainly hadn't anticipated being handed the keys to such a high-end, high-performance vehicle. The sight of the Ferrari left him in awe and disbelief.

“I am so sorry for this.. Mrs smith...please wait right here" Mrs Smith forced a smile and nodded. "I appreciate your understanding". Angela said softly and walked out of the room angrily,Kerry hesitated but followed her. Just then a convoy of 4 Ferrari 250 GTO drove towards them. "Holy shit! these babies are real,so sick!" Jace exclaimed. He was quick to recognize the car and it's worth. "Who could that be?"

Lottie had nearly been shot. His jaw clenched, and the cold rage in his eyes deepened. He slammed the gas pedal. The wheel spun under his grip as the car swerved between lanes, fast and fluid, narrowly dodging a bullet aimed straight at the driver’s seat. Bang! The shot hit the rearview mirror. Glass shattered instantly, shards flying through the cabin. The impact sent Charlotte lurching side to side, her body slamming against the car door and seat. Two cars chased closely behind the Bugatti. One was a black Aston Martin, the other a silver Porsche 918. Both were gaining fast, clearly trying to box them in.

The night was alive with the roar of engines as the Cayenne and the Porsche sliced through the traffic, racing forward with the reckless abandon of two flying fish. The other drivers knew better than to stick around. Anyone behind the wheel of such pricey rides was not just rich—they were powerful. Nobody wanted to tangle with the kind of trouble that could come from crossing paths with a wild rich kid. It was better to steer clear and stay out of the fray.

My chest swelled with something dangerous—pride, maybe even safety. Outside, a sleek black sports car gleamed under the lights. Matteo opened the door with a flourish. “Get in.” I raised a brow. “What car is this?” He grinned, boyish for the first time all day. “Bugatti Chiron.” I rolled my eyes, but my lips betrayed me with the faintest smile. We slid into the city, Lana Del Rey’s The Other Woman spilling from the speakers. I turned it up, letting the haunting voice fill the silence. Matteo’s hands tightened on the wheel, his jaw ticking.

The cars speed forward and then… “Yessssssss!” I’m jumping and screaming as the car with the beast design crushes the track, finishing five whole seconds ahead of the convertible with blue tires. Ten grand is mine. I’m so glad I listened to Brie. We’re still cheering and clapping when the drivers start to step out of their cars, and my heart comes to a bloody stop. Can I just catch a break?

It all boiled down to time that wasn't on his side. Like usual, he'd figure it out as he went. Killam cut toward the curb and slowed, his gaze searching through the crowd. There. Something glinted red. His heart fell. Of course it would be red. The other two cars were fakes. Expensive cars, but not what their packaging promised. The red Lamborghini Aventador was exactly what it pretended to be. Killam glanced over his shoulder. If the Lamborghini was here, then Ivy should have found the Rimac C Two by now.

This made Angela eager to flaunt her new car even more. She went downstairs with Cynthia. Angela’s car was parked right outside the entrance to the cafe. She just had to press her car remote key and Cynthia’s attention would be drawn to it. They both stepped outside the cafe. Sure enough Angela took out her remote key with a pretentious flourish and unlocked the doors to her five-million-dollar red sports car. She turned to look at Cynthia haughtily but found her striding towards a Rolls Royce Silver Spirit. It was said that this car was one of the best sedan car in the world. Her eyes widened as she saw Cynthia casually opened the door to the back seat of the car. Her slender figure entered

Jerk. He drives the car like it’s his second skin. It isn’t hard to tell that he loves this car. It doesn’t take long to reach the steakhouse. When Storm parks, I think I destroy my ripped skinny jeans along with my underwear. He parks beside a bright orange classic Ford Torino Cobra, which looks to me like a 1970 model, it’s gorgeous. I’ve always had a thing for classic cars. What I’m not expecting to see is the shiny blue Ford GT sitting right beside us and next to it is a metallic cherry red Porsche 918 Spyder. Those two are some of the world’s fastest cars. I’m gobsmacked.