Cars Character List Novels & Stories

He and his followers hurriedly made phone calls. Harvey, on the other hand, started to play with his phone while waiting nonchalantly. He had no intention to call anyone. He stood there waiting without a care for the world. His composed appearance angered Timothy even more. Vroom, vroom, vroom! Not more than ten minutes later, many cars appeared on sight. Wrangler, Prado, Land Cruiser, Benz G-Class, Rolls Royce Cullinan… All of them could be considered the top-of-the-line brands.

greeted Lorraine, Mitchell, Yuriko and Tanya. "Morning, team. Now, how's that for making a statement." Oliver greeted back, looking at the row of cars at the building entrance. It turned out that the row of cars belonged to Oliver's team. Lorraine, being the CEO, was the proud owner of a new red McLaren Artura. Next to her car was Mitchell's black Mercedes G-class Wagon, followed by Yuriko's bronze Maserati MC20 and rounded up with Tanya's electric blue Aston Martin Valhalla.

"Between the first car and the fourth which do you think would win?" My gaze shifted to the said cars, their engines growling like feral animals. The first car a pink BMW M3, owned by Dante's latest fling, Alana and the fourth car, a black Toyota supra, owned by his next fling, Melody. "It doesn't matter," I muttered, my voice low eyes glued to the cars. "Come on, don't be boring," Dante grinned. "Pick one." "Which one do you wish to win?" He hummed, his brows furrowed as he gave it a thought. "It really doesn't matter." He said finally. "But for you it might."

a man said. I look at them, and found Austin and hope kissing. I became a statue for a moment. A motorcycle stopped in front of me, the noise caught their attention. "Cara, let's go home. Why are you here all alone?" carlon asked me. The two of them stop kissing when they saw me. Austin was shocked to see me, hope was trying to kiss him again, but he avoided the kiss. I stared at them coldly, but Carlon told me to hurry up. I rode on the motorcycle and didn't look at them, even if we passed through them.

It was her first time there, and the sight of it left her in awe. She was greeted by an array of limited-edition sports cars and luxury vehicles from renowned brands, including the esteemed Bugatti La Voiture Noire, Pagani Zonda HP Barchette, and Maybach Exelero. It was evident that Marcelo had a preference for Rolls-Royce, owning models like the Phantom, Boat Tail, and Sweptail. Each car gleamed under the lights, ready for the road, unlike the typical collector who might keep them as mere showpieces. From the functional garage space and burnt marks on the tires, it was evident that these cars were all used but not abused.

"We never got to eat, you must be hungry," remarks Caspian as he keys in the code. A metal door smoothly slides open to reveal the biggest garage I've ever seen. There must be more than ten cars in there and several motorcycles. Why would they need that many cars? From practical sedans and SUVs to fancy sports cars. There is a BMW, a Jeep, a Buick, a Ferrari, a Porsche, a Bugatti...just wow! There are a few other exotic cars that I have never seen before and have no slightest idea what the make of them, but my mouth water at the sight of a red 1967 Corvette. That baby is totally lickable!

Dickson smiled and said, “Alright, boss.” Charles faced Charlotte and said, “Charlotte, don’t be afraid; we will not hurt you. Now, you will occupy the front seat.” Charlotte couldn’t talk, she only managed to nod her head. “Guys, we have to step down from this car,” Charles said. The doors were opened and the gangsters, excluding Dickson, alighted from the vehicle. Charlotte also alighted from the car, she occupied the front seat and closed the door. Dickson glimpsed at Charlotte, he started the car and controlled the steering wheel. The gangsters stagnated and trailed the car as it disappeared into the thin air.

I sit up straighter to catch four cars as they pass where I am parked. The first car is a sleek and sophisticated black Mercedes-Benz S-Class. The second car is a red Ferrari 488 GTB, with a low, wide stance. The third car is a white Rolls-Royce Phantom. The fourth car is a blue Lamborghini Aventador. Other cars pause to let them in and it’s my turn to start up my car and follow them close by so that I can get a closer look at the occupants. My black impala 67 roars to life as I pull into the gates just to see them getting parked in their respective secluded spaces. I keep my distance as I sit and watch as the first door is opened and the first one steps out, and I subconsciously suck in my

Charlotte recognized the car, a Bugatti Veyron, with a worldwide limited production. She walked around to look at the license plate. It was a local license plate, and it had a row of neatly aligned 6's. "Impressive, isn't it?" Ava said. Charlotte inquired, "Who owns this car?" "Don't bother about it. It's definitely someone impressive," Ava said while gazing at the car, her hand covering her heart. "No wonder people say some are born in Rome, while we are born as cows and horses."

There was at least 16 cars. "Well we all share this garage so they're not all mine. The Lamborghini, Bugatti Veyron, Corvette Stingray, and Tesla are mine. Brody and Jacob each have 6," he said. There was a range of colors but all the ones Titus pointed out were black. "As you can see Titus loves expensive cars and black," Jacob laughs. "They all have names." "You name your cars?" I ask. "Obviously not this fucking joker is trying to frame me," he says pointing at Jacob. We all laugh.