Cars Characters List Novels & Stories

“Yeah, that’s Logan Carter.” There was a round of Oh's and ahs from the group at the window. I heard my phone buzz on the table with a notification. I closed my laptop down and grabbed my things. A lot of the office stayed at the window watching as I exited. I must admit they were correct; he looked exceptional. He was wearing dark jeans, a crisp white T-shirt and a black leather jacket. He was leaning against the bonnet of a car I didn’t recognise.

One of the officers looked at me and said with a frown, “For intentional destruction of private property, you’ll need to come with us.” I smiled calmly and pulled out a document. “Destruction of private property? I never did that.” Then, I looked directly at Liam, making myself clear. “The car is mine.” Amidst the chaos, I opened the original purchase order and payment record for the vehicle in front of the camera. “Take a good look,” I said. “The car belongs to me. What’s the problem with smashing my car?” Even the police seemed stunned by the situation. They immediately contacted the manufacturer to verify ownership. Once it was confirmed, the way everyone looked at us changed.

The three cars were all luxury cars. The leading one was a red Ferrari, the one on the right was a Ford Raptor, and the one on the left was a Mercedes-Benz G. With Yang Xiao's eyesight, he could tell at a glance that all three cars had been modified, and their explosive power was amazing. At the edge of the crisis, Yang Xiao did not hesitate. She quickly hung up, stepped on the gas pedal, and turned the steering wheel. The Beetle, relying on its petite body, shot out of between the red Ferrari and the Ford Raptor.

Carlo said with a frown, which was hard to see on his badly bruised face. Though Zac allowed him to stay back and rest, Carlo persisted in being with Zac. He knew the time was crucial, but one thing he was sure of right now was that someone was plotting one plan after another against his boss. And whoever the person was had already been aware that Miss Katherine and Liam were the key point to break his boss. "What about the cars? Can't you find out who owns these cars by looking at the vehicle number?" Zac asked with a tone that was anything but calm.

Chantel, Sophie and Diane also pick two Handgun each. Some of Malcoms men goes to drive out his the cars and trucks that they all plan to use to escape and some of their men would also take some boats on the water to escape, a ready boat then another set of cars will be waiting around the shore while after those cars another set of cars will be ready to take every other cars home. All drivers of the cars are speed drivers and they all carry petrol with them except for the last set of cars. They already had a plan that some should stay that one of them would try to pretend to have come for visiting.

“And now she’s curious.” Dante’s nostrils flared, fury battling the satisfaction in his eyes. He leaned forward, voice low, venom curling around each word. “You should’ve spoken when you had the chance. Now you bleed for every second you waste.” Marcini panted, pain breaking his bravado. “I...I can’t give names. You don’t....You don’t know what they’ll do-” My pistol angled again. A silent gaze. “Cars!” he blurted, spit flying with desperation. “He deals in cars. Limited editions...imports....racing machines. Anything with wheels that can be flipped for millions.” His hands trembled as he tried to prop himself up, blood smearing across the tiles.

, he stuttered, wondering why Charles seemed unbothered. “Welcome to your kind”, Charles remarked as he parked the car. Xavier looked around in search of what looked like a house till he saw a building barricaded with sticks having pointed edges. Some of the creatures looked like large bloodhound with sharp canines. Xavier didn’t move an inch out of the car till Charles dragged him out. He trembled, as one of the growling creatures approached them and sniffed at him. Others began to close up on them till Charles announced, “He’s one of us.” He still shivered, as they all had feisty eyes of varied colors, glowing in the dark.

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."

He was sitting on the wide sofa alone as if he owned the whole thing. "We are not after war or anything here, man," commented Ken who was sprawled on the floor while leaning on the sofa. "Just back us up. We'll try to talk it out," Waldo finally spoke. The three meds nodded in unison. Waldo gave them one more nod before he gently pulled me out of the house again. A silver Mustang greeted us. Behind it is the same car model but in a different color. All four cars were formed in a diamond lead by the silver car of Waldo. The magnetic-colored one on the right and the shadow-black one on the left serve as its wing. While the red race one was the tail.

Charles got into the car before Gemila could respond so she just kept quiet. Charles noticed a Lamborghini Aventador trailing them behind as he drove. He decides to take a wrong turn and just as predicted, the car followed him. He smiled wickedly as an idea popped into his head.