Doc Hudson X Lightning Mcqueen Novels & Stories

"My king" "Thane. Call me Thane. I want to hear you scream it when you cum for me." he sucked hardly on my nipples while his hands clutched my hips tightly guiding me into a rhythm that we both enjoyed. I had finally gotten there, my eyes rolled into my head as I reached for my release. Almost there, almost there, until all movement stopped. I whined as I opened my eyes. Thanes eyes were totally black. His Lycan was in control.

Forty-five minutes later, the sun had gone down and a car roared outside the hanger. A red Bugatti whipped into the hanger. “Well, look who it is,” Damien quipped. “Who?” Chelsea asked as she stared at the Bugatti. “You’ll see soon enough,” Derek said. The door opened and Trevor Hudson emerged. “Evening, wannabe racers.” “Wannabe?” the men repeated with slight insult. Trevor laughed as he jogged to them. He was wearing a light yellow polo shirt and black jeans. “Chelsea, I see Derek finally brought you out here to meet the natives.”

Now, she was something else. Her violet eyes glowed faintly in the dark, brighter than before. The golden markings that had appeared during the fight had not faded entirely but remained like faint streaks of fire under her skin. Her hair, once deep auburn, now had streaks of shimmering gold, as if kissed by magic itself. The Hybrid Princess. The title whispered through the gathered wolves like a prophecy fulfilled. “Luna Valkyrie…” Dwayne stepped forward, his sharp gaze scanning her, searching for something he couldn’t quite name. “You’ve… changed.”

“You can say no—“ “I’m coming,” she said with a nod, holding eye contact. I was glad that even with the awkwardness with her friend and my enemy, Lila, she still respected me as a doctor. “What kind of attack?” I paused, took a breath, finally picturing for myself the scene we were walking into. “Explosion.” Jacqueline rode in our van, sitting next to me in the middle. Dominic sat in the passenger seat as Lucas drove, Wyatt in another van with other guards. I sat on the left side, meaning I had a perfect view of Dominic as he sat fuming in the front seat.

He was our role model and at the same time mentor to many young black and white dancers in Brooklyn. Our host and MC, at the lighthouse, who is nearly seven feet tall, is Jason Black, a.k.a the Komondor, named after a large Hungarian breed of livestock guard dog. He always loved the doggish life and since he could not be the next Snoop Doggy Dogg because he was never a gifted rapper, he had to make use of his tough muscles, height and an amazingly great physic, which made the thugs in Brooklyn greatly fear him. No wonder he was hired for the job of the host at the lighthouse by Mr. Hudson, a bulky of five feet tall Man, with blond hair, deep eyes and a crooked voice. However, most people nev

River said in a low, controlled voice, his gaze locked on the rogues through the tinted windows, “do we still have the machete in the trunk?” That made me raise my brows. A what? Hudson, sitting stiffly in the front seat, smirked. “Machete? Sure. But I was hoping for the grenade launcher.” I choked. “What kind of limo is this?” Hudson twisted around to look at me, his grin only growing. “The kind that plans for surprises, sweetheart. And trust me, this? Barely qualifies as one.” Okay, does River has a lot of enemies that they were prepared for things like this?

"Ancient history. Let's just exchange insurance information and be done with this." Melissa stepped forward, one hand on her slightly rounded belly. "Actually, Amber, could we maybe—" Before she could finish, I pulled out my phone. "I'm calling Mason. He can handle this properly." (Melissa's POV) I couldn't take my eyes off Amber's car. The limited edition Midnight Racer with its custom detailing and midnight blue finish—I'd seen the catalog in Ethan's office. Only twenty had been made worldwide, and Dominic Blackwood had purchased one for his Luna.

Eric began to address the Phoenix Mafia and Yvonne “First off, Jim. I heard from Mr. Smith you used to be Mr. Quinton’s right-hand man; I also hear you love the classics. Therefore, I recommend an updated version of the Ford Mustang. The gray-coloured Mustang in my showroom should suit your taste just fine.” “Ivy, you are the team’s tech expert. Mr. Smith said you once called yourself the female ‘Tony Stark’. How fitting, then, that I can pass the keys of the black, electric Audi R8 to you in a short moment.”

She needs you right now. "It's alright.." Doctor Hasty hushes me and rubs my back in a reassuring manner which seems to calm me down slightly. "Just tell me what happened." I run my blood-stained hands through my dark mane. "I fucked up this time, Man. I fucked up real bad.." And those are the only words I say for a while as Doctor Hasty sits with me quietly in the small waiting room.

Hudson didn’t just hit the man; he dismantled him. The titanium head of the driver whistled through the air, connecting with a sickening thud against the stranger's ribs. "You think you can put your filthy paws on what belongs to the Montgomery line?" Hudson’s voice was a low, guttural vibration that seemed to shake the very grass beneath them.