Cars 2 The World Grand Prix Novels & Stories

I exclaimed, letting go of his hand, even though that meant losing my connection to his mind, so I could wander over and look at each and every one of them. He had two Bugatti’s, A Chiron Noir like mine but with orange accents underneath and Solid black Veyron. He had a Ferrari 250 Grand Turismo Omologato, which, by the way, is the rarest car in the world! A Lamborghini Diablo VT 6.0 Se and a Lamborghini Aventador SVJ. There was an old style Ford Model T, in perfect original condition, a Tesla Roadster, a really nice Porsche Spyder, a suped up 2021 Honda Civic….

One was a black Range Rover, glossy and intimidating, the other a deep red Maserati that looked like it had been born for speed. Ayisha gasped dramatically, slapping Tessa’s arm. “Girl, do you see this? Do you see what pain has bought us? Two cars. Exotic. Shining like they dropped from heaven. God is good.” She burst into laughter, almost giddy, and hopped out before the driver had even turned off the engine.

I made matters worse or at the very least more tense when I shut the door and walked away without another word. Lance didn’t say anything as he followed me out to the garage, which was more worrying than his usual gab. I bypassed the hummer and went for Pop’s Bugatti Chiron Super Sport. Known as the fastest car in the world, I felt the need for speed. Not sure what I’m out running, but something is riding me hard. “Strap in!” He looked like a kid in a candy store when I punched it, daring Pop’s team to keep up in their G-Class. “Aren’t you afraid that I’d run us into a pole?”

The international racing tournament was everything I had been working toward—bright lights, roaring crowds, and a track that demanded nothing less than my absolute best. I stood by my car on the starting grid, taking it all in. This was my moment. My car gleamed under the stadium lights, the modifications courtesy of Cross Automotive’s tech giving it an undeniable edge. It was sleek, powerful, and a little too perfect for my taste. I missed the feel of my car as it used to be—mine, untouched by anyone else.

Yes, it is. These were only some of the reasons, the others I lost in the middle of the road when I realized that a car was following my ridiculous race. I hoped that whoever was driving didn't decide to drive through a puddle of water, making me even wetter and making what was already bad even worse. I had the feeling that that car was not unfamiliar to me, confirming my realization when I saw the driver of the car. John Carter. I found this strange and decided to continue on my way as I half-walked half-corrected, not knowing what he wanted. To laugh at my situation? Fine, go ahead. He lowered the windows as I watched him out of the corner of my eye.

“But-” Luca pulled Maisie out of the bar toward his car. He quickly opened the passenger door, shoved her inside, a little bit too rough which caught Maisie off guard. Luca quickly rushed around the car, got behind the searing wheel, and drove off not even making sure Maisie's seatbelt was fastened. Luca drove recklessly. Maisie grabbed the dashboard as she was roughly shifting around. She quickly grabbed her safety belt and fasten herself. Maisie held onto the seat belt and glace back and forth at Luca and the road. This side of him was foreign to her. ‘What made him so upset, he was fine just a minute ago.’ “Luca are you…”

she said calmly, “you might want to follow me to the workshop.” She turned and walked out of the office without waiting for a response, and I stood and followed them out. Arya walked to the center of the floor, and with a slight nod of her head, the garage doors slid open, and the sheets covering both cars were pulled away to reveal the masterpiece. One was shiny and black while the other was a matte metallic grey, and they both looked like sleek ferocious sports cars, exuding luxury and elegance. With a beep, the lights flashed and the scissor doors lifted upwards slowly like wings unfolding.

he asked. I nodded so fast my hair flopped. He pulled the doors open. And my whole world exploded. Rows and rows of shiny cars. Old cars. Classic cars. Cars I’d only seen in books or on TV. Cars with curves and chrome and engines that probably sounded like thunder. My mouth fell open. “Whoa…” Koda gasped. “Gabe… it’s a car zoo!” Jace snorted. “It’s a collection, not a zoo.” “I like zoo better,” Koda said.

Jeremy didn’t linger after storming out of the boardroom. He bolted for the private garage under Cali Solar, boots hammering the concrete, fury driving every step. His two Italian beasts waited there—prized machines parked like royalty: a Ferrari 812 Superfast, red as spilled blood, and a Lamborghini Aventador, black as midnight.

Those were famous sports cars in his world, a red Ferrari, a blue Lamborghini, and a gray BMW. “What the heck! Those cars are from the mortal world. How the hell it came here? Don’t tell me faeries are the real manufacturers of those?” He tried to joke, but he immediately realized it could be a mistake. Eleand thought that he might be blurting out about his true identity. He swallowed hard. He almost said that those cars came from his world. The cousins laughed and appeared unbothered by his peculiar reaction. Rade answered his query. “Some lesser faeries love to steal luxurious things from the mortal world. That’s why you can see those things here.”