Crew Chief Lightning Mcqueen Novels & Stories

“Carter and car award.” This time, her eyeballs nearly fell out of their sockets. He wasn't the manager or some ranch hand or random hired help. He was Carter Williamson, owner and CEO of W Motors, makers of the fastest electric cars on the planet. She'd assumed he was a random employee, but instead, he was the freaking billionaire owner. Mia sank down a little lower in her very worn seat as she scanned his bio. She skimmed the article, trying to read it as quickly as possible before the kids got out of school.

I like working here and glad we're not just scraping by keeping the lights on like a lot of the other locations in this complex, but a day off now and then would be great. "Yeah, well, this one's gotta be done. I kinda collided with this moron who wasn't watching where he was going. The Screaming Eagle destroyed the front end." Sierra laughs, rolls her eyes, and shakes her head as she starts thumbing through the books. She thinks it is ridiculous that I baptize my cars. "If you can hold off on that McLaren and if I can acquire parts, you can do it next Thursday, but you'll be putting in fifteen-hour days over the weekend."

I have Light, and well, if what she did to Silvano is even a fraction of her power, I’m going to say me, and the baby is in good hands. ‘I will do my best to keep you and the pup safe. However, I cannot use the full extent of my power in this form. So keep that in mind.’ Light cautioned as I pulled out of the driveway. “Damn, this is a sweet ride. A Maserati Ghibli Trofeo, it can go from zero to ninety-six kilometers in under four seconds.” Persephone whistled in appreciation as she wrung a hand over the dashboard. She and papa were total gear heads.

On their way to LA Lightning tried to figure out a way to end this and make sure that she and Carolyn gets to live their lives safely because they couldn't run for the rest of their lives but the only way she keep coming back to was cutting off the head of the one chasing them. Percy being the smart bastard he was had indirectly used the mob to his advantage but she was going to beat him at his own game. She just had to get Carolyn out of the way to safety and then she was going to end everything one way or the other. She refuses to be hunted. She glanced at the cop beside her to find her dozing. She watched the smooth beautiful face as it slept for a while before she turned back to her driv

Damian and Phyna dropped Zen off at his place and were driving back when the lighting flashed. " Ow, Damian".Phyna screamed behind the steering wheel. It had been a quiet ride before the lighting flash. Phyna knew at once that it wasn't a time to argue or talk with h and just continued driving. All he could think of was of her face and the disappointment in her eyes when his hand reached for the door. it was quick but long enough time for his memory to capture her face.

"Fire them!" In a diamond formation, a bulky man who was the leader of the squad commanded his men and fired bullets at their monster cars. They spare nothing and ruthlessly shot the windshield and tires of the car they were riding in. Lyric, Leroy, and Klauss moved quickly and got out and hid behind the car while they were fired non-stop.

And so was creed ******* I should’ve known this was going to be the beginning of something ridiculously massive when Creed pulled up to my apartment in a brand new Aston Martin. Except plot twist it wasn’t an Aston Martin. I had know the car he drove back in chicago. Sleek. Black. Steel body that appeared as if it could slice air into two. This was not like it. Matte gray, boxy, like a stealth bomber and a Mercedes had a wild relationship. The headlights flashed in appraising judgment. It had the quiet roar of money and the whisper of power.