Cars 2 The World Grand Prix Novels & Stories

My eyes scanned the exotic cars, searching for my La Ferrari amongst the sea of cars. “Mine has 10 handguns, 4 assault rifles, 8 knives and 3 shotguns.” Ace said as he smirked victoriously. “So we’re taking mine amore.” Not in the mood to argue, I rolled my eyes and followed him. We arrived at a gorgeous bright red Porsche 918. Ace reached in the truck and pulled out a duffle bag filled with weapons and ammo. I touched the outside of the car to feel that it was reinforced with metal, making the exterior hard and impenetrable. The wheels had small spikes, which would easily take out any vehicle that tried to ram into us. It was like a fucking Italian Bat Mobile. Romano and Alice got into his

I couldn't talk about it. "Do you like this car?" I was confused by that question. I lowered my hands from my face and turned to look at him for the first time since I started crying. He had a billion-dollar smile on his face, a twinkle in his eyes that I couldn't quite fathom. I blinked bafflingly as I stared at him. "This car is one of my babies. It's a Bugatti Veyron 16.4 Grand Sport Vitesse and mine was specially altered by the pack engineers. I also recently had it sprayed—" It took me a minute of his rambling to understand what he was trying to do. I thought I hated cars because of my previous pack but it turns out that once I was out of there, I discovered I liked them after all.

he asked. I didn’t look at him. “Not even a little.” He exhaled softly. “But you’re doing it anyway.” “Because I’ll burn this whole fucking world down before I let him have her another day.” There was a pause. Then he spoke, “I knew you'd say that.” I scoffed under my breath. “You really need to stop being right all the time. It’s annoying.” The sound of engines rolled in. I stepped closer to the window, fingers twitching at my side, and watched as five sleek, predatory cars pulled into the compound. They were all matte black, spotless, and fucking expensive, too. The ass hole also had a high taste.

Zane’s fingers brushed the inside of my thighs, so close to where I was already wet and aching for him. A massive screen flickered to life on the wall, displaying the drivers' stats in brutal detail. VIPER - Red Car - 10 wins, 3 losses - Aggressive, reckless, takes insane risks - Known for last-second victories and near-fatal crashes GHOST - Teal Car - 15 wins, 1 loss - Precise, calculated, methodical - Never makes mistakes, always plays it safe My eyes moved back to the red car, something about it makes me think of one person.

Chrome and polished paint reflecting on the spotless floor Ferraris, Aston Martins, Bentleys, Rolls-Royces… These are exotic cars I’ve only ever seen in magazines or rap videos sitting here casually like grocery store carts. My hands go to my head automatically. “No fucking way.” Lucas strolls inside without looking impressed. Which makes sense. This psycho grew up thinking Bugattis were emotional support animals. I walk slowly between the cars, stunned. “These are real?” Lucas snorts. “No, Shitshaw. They’re cardboard decorations.”

"Well, we didn't say so. What type of car is it?" I take them to my Bugatti La Voitre Noire, the most expensive car in the world with a driver inside already waiting for me. This is the pricest car I have, Queen Marabella gave me of recent. I had planned to use it for special occasions but when my mind urged me to try it out today on my trip, I couldn't resist it. Not like it's going to spoil is my driver takes a ride with it, I assumed this was an important occasion to me, not knowing it would be the most remarkable day of my life where I will see my parents again, sooner than I had estimated.

Alda got into Micheal’s car as Micheal had opened the door for her. Though Alda was a poor girl, it did not mean she knew nothing about cars. She could tell Micheal drives a Bugatti Chiron Super Sport 300+. As on a few times, she researched car brands on her broken blackberry. Also, because of the fact that she and her siblings would sometimes shoot their heads from their home trailer’s window and poke at different cars passing, claiming that it was their own. They could all tell the differences between passing cars and their brands, even when they have their eyes closed.

"This... This is..." That was the ultimate race car every driver dreamed of owning. Its performance could beat every other race car on the market. As far as he knew, only two such cars existed worldwide. One was displayed at the championship racetrack—a sacred object every champion longed to touch after winning. The other had been given to a racing prodigy by its creator. The designer had claimed he could build such a masterpiece only because he'd met someone who became his muse. Cason hardly dared touch the gleaming body. He turned to the messenger. "Was… Ms. Carver actually able to buy this car?"

Bugatti La Voiture Noire is the most expensive car in the world. "I'm sorry. I thought you're a taxi driver." I apologize to him. He just laughed at me before he held out his hand to me. "I am Franz Kyle Carter, at your service!" He formally introduces himself. "Lessanna Scarlett Del Mundo." I am also introducing myself to him. "Nice to meet and know you." he said while smiling. I just looked at him then I let him know I needed to leave because I was in a hurry. I even heard him say something but I ignored it.

The garage was enormous, a brightly lit cavern with mirrored walls reflecting the gleaming machines within. Six exotic cars, sleek and menacing, sat like sculptures under the spotlights: a midnight blue McLaren P1, a gleaming silver Lamborghini Aventador, a stark white Ferrari 812 Superfast, a dark green Aston Martin DB11, a stealth black Bugatti Chiron, and a vibrant yellow Porsche 911 GT3. Two powerful, almost alien-looking motorcycles – a Ducati Panigale V4 and a Kawasaki Ninja H2 – stood proudly on custom stands. As Hades parked the Mustang, he revved the engine, a raw, deafening roar that vibrated through the concrete space.