Cruella Deville Car Novels & Stories

Thandi interrogated him. Brian started panicking. The cars were not registered under JC, the company would never approve such luxury cars but his boss insisted he made these two believe it but Thandi was asking too many questions he was starting to crack. I promise you these are JC cars. Look at the company logos at the doors. We ask our employees their choices but the two of you were away and the CEO forwarded your choices to HR department. I guess he knows the two of you very well if these are your dream cars, Brain said trying his best to sound calm and legit.

They were currently in front of Claire's house. Cameron had called for a driver from his pack. Claire gasped when she saw the beautiful car. She knew a little about cars and she could tell this was a brand new black Chevron suv 2022. The interiors were plush and the seats were well padded. A bulky man with a deep scowl on his face, came up to Claire and Ashley and took her bags from them. He dumped them unceremoniously in the car's trunk and went back to the driver's side.

“And he already has you disappearing for hours, driving you around, rearranging your life? Sounds very one night-stand-ish.” “Shut up,” I muttered. Then Carrie’s eyes darted to the window. “Wait…..Is THAT the car you came in?!” I considered lying. I really did. But she was already rushing outside like an excited child on Christmas morning. “Oh my God, Delia…” she whispered, staring at the sleek, expensive machine. “This is… a supercar. You… slept with Batmobile money.” Shawn whistled. “Damn. Whoever this man is… he is NOT normal.”

The air around the shelter, previously filled with the whispers of my disgrace, erupted into a chaotic sound of awe and envy. “Oh my fvcking God!” a girl behind us squealed, her voice hitting a glass-shattering pitch. “Look at that car! That is literally the latest model of the Rolls Royce Cullinan! It’s the customized Mansory edition! I’ve only seen that on I*******m!” “You’re damn right!” a guy nearby shouted. His voice was thick with disbelief. “Only two people in the entire world own that specific matte-finish trim. That’s a seven-figure car sitting in front of a goddamn bus stop!”

“I’ll take good care of Vyaaghra while you’re gone. Don’t worry about a thing.” Gowthami straightened up and gave Uma a grateful nod. As everyone stood in the hall, the evening air filled with a sense of anticipation, Rajeev’s eyes anxiously searched for one particular person: his father, Rudra. Suddenly, the deep growl of an engine broke the quiet, and a sleek Bugatti Centodieci glided into the mansion’s driveway. Its stunning design, a blend of aerodynamic curves and aggressive lines, gleamed under the setting sun, the white exterior shimmering with an almost ethereal glow.

She was just about to call out again when a uniformed maid appeared from one of the side hallways. "Miss Moreau," the woman said with a polite bow, "Mr. Zuo's driver is here to pick you up." "Aight," Deja replied casually, grabbing a small clutch purse from the entryway table. The maid's face twitched—just a little. As if "aight" physically hurt her ears. But she said nothing. She knew better. Deja stepped outside and immediately froze. Parked in the circular driveway was a gleaming Bentley Bacalar—a limited edition model that cost more than some small islands. The driver, a middle-aged man in an impeccable uniform, stood at attention beside the open rear door.

Tyrion replied smiling. Alessandro was already waiting by his sleek black car, a 1955 Mercedes-Benz 300 SL Alloy Gullwing, looking as composed as ever. When they approached him, he only acknowledged their arrival with just a nod. "She will be driving with me." Tyrion said with a playful smile, but the response he got was Alessandro's car window rolling up. "Rude." Carly sighed. "I'm glad I'm coming with you." She said as they both walked towards a Koenigsegg CCXR Trevita.

He hastily raised a question when they finally had met at the basement. "Oh, my dear son. I want to show you something," Lady Rosell left a kissed mark on his cheek then faced him. "I had talked to Mr. Wayle earlier and I found out that your condo was situated at a great distance from the job you had employed," her cold raging voice drew a line above Caruss's face. "So, what about now?" Caruss had wondered. Lady Rosell struck her palms together which produced a sharp percussive noise. Then, Caruss's eyes were dazzled when an approaching bright object flashed from nowhere. When it stopped, his jaw instantly dropped after finding out an expensive yellow-black Lamborghini Veneno car.