Cruz Ramirez Cars On The Road Mga Nobela at Kwento

Cruz explained his point. “Though you haven’t been in my car for longer, I’m sure it is more comfortable as it doesn’t have hurtful memories attached.” Klaus also explained his point and he was very right. Cruz has deceived Jessica a lot in this car and it always hurts whenever she thinks about it. “You both have a point but what is the use of this advert? I don’t need it because my ride is here.” She announced with a smile as she walked out on them, only then did they notice a BMW Z4 parked in front of their car.

Javier ignored her and went straight out the door. He had parked his car some distance away because there had been no parking spot earlier. The situation made it much more convenient for him, though. He got in the car, ignited the engine, and rushed forward by stepping on his accelerator. A loud bang was heard as Javier's G63 crashed into the tiny Mercedes-Benz and caused the latter to roll on its side. The car looked just like a toad lying on its side. The fat woman's smug expression froze instantly, for she had never thought that Javier would be brave enough to ram into her car.

Carlos paused and chuckled. “You bought her a car?” Amber asked her boyfriend with a smile. Carlos nodded. “I bought her a used car, but she was happy about it. It was a 2017 Mazda MX-5 Miata. It was a cute, little red two-seater sports car that still used gasoline. The car had 47,000 miles on it when I bought it. My baby girl was excited when she saw the car. It was a convertible, and she loved convertibles. We took her car for a test drive. She had the top down. I remembered her driving fast, and I kept telling her to slow down. I can remember her laughing and the wind blowing through her hair. That was the last time I saw her with a smile on her face.” Carlos put his hand up to his head.

At least, that’s who I was trying to be. The announcer’s voice crackled through the speaker. “—and here comes the wild card of the season, car number 77, driven by Romero Mastrandrea with co-driver Sergio Donisi!” My stomach dipped. What? The camera shifted to one of the monitors overhead, zooming in on a matte gray beast pulling into the lineup. His car have flashy decals and sponsors. I turned slowly, and there he was, stepping out in a black suit, helmet under one arm like he owned the damn thing. Taller. Broader. He moved like he knew exactly how he looked.

"We looked at the security cameras from the highway. We found something." My heart was beating fast. "Did you find her? Is she okay?" "We did not find her walking " Marcus said, his voice slow. "A car stopped on the side of the road. A sports car. We could not see much because of the rain. We saw the license plate at the next exit. Someone picked her up." "Who?" I asked, my fingers tight around the phone. There was a pause then Marcus said, "The car is registered to the Cruz office. It is Jake's car. His silver car."

Looks like the secret of me being the Ramirez’s freeloader won’t be kept for long. During the drive, Mr. Ramirez tried his best to easy off my nerve, but I kept tailing off from our conversation. As we approach the front gate of school, my symptom of nausea is getting worse. The parking area is already packed with fancy cars when we get there. In my old school, everyone had limited budget for cars, and as a result it was common to see dingy second-handed Honda and Pirus everywhere on campus. But things clearly work different here. Mercedes and Porsche would still be considered as normal. I just saw a flashy sport car with doors opened like wings pull into the student lot.

“I’m really sorry, officers. I didn’t even realize how fast I was going.” Ramirez took them, but his gaze dropped straight to my cleavage. “Eighty in a sixty-five. That’s reckless. You been drinking tonight?” “Just one glass of wine,” I lied, giving him my best innocent flutter of lashes. “It’s my first ticket ever. Couldn’t you maybe just give me a warning?” Hale laughed softly and walked around to the passenger side. “A warning? Sweetheart, you were flying. We could tow the car, take you downtown.”

What a combination. “Li, we’re seriously late. Come on!” Mason calls from the hallway. I turn on my heel, Jace following close behind. Outside, three sleek cars sit in the driveway. Mason eyes my new Mercedes with longing. “Did he seriously get you another car?” “Stop drooling, brother,” I tease, walking past him. As I reach for the door handle, another car pulls up. My grip falters. A familiar Audi. Ramon steps out, dressed sharply, sunglasses half concealing his eyes. His gaze finds mine first before flickering to Mason. Then, his attention shifts to Jace, and his expression hardens. Jace takes an automatic step towards me, his entire posture tense.

But Hector would not settle for an answer that would make him like an afraid idiot mackerel who would scuffle his way inside a can; he also has his own alas! "Not a problem of course. I was just wondering if you are not afraid to scratch or crash that expensive car of yours. By the way, I will be using my BMW Z4 M40i Roadstar." Atty. Hector laughed out loud when Atty. Garette cursed with his breath hissing like a mad whirlpool. Atty. Greg shook his head smirking. "Alright then, my baby Nissan 370Z Nismo will hug my goddam ass while flying, letting you all breath my belches."

Dr Fernando escorted the team to the car park and watched them get into the car one after the other. In the meantime, Ramon's offer took everyone by surprise, "Can I have the privilege of driving you on your date?"