Elite Four Black Novels & Stories

This wasn't high-school anymore and it wasn't one bit funny. What she didn't know was that I would rather her than me to be here right now. The tesla car took a curve and drove into the company. One of Ethan's cars were parked by the side and the doors were swinged open and Ethan sitted sideways behind the wheels with his legs hanging out suspended in the air. A black glittering suit was draped over his sky blue turtle neck long-sleeved top and stylish black jeans that matched completely with his high heeled combat boots.

Tires screeching against asphalt. A fleet of cars pulled over. They were black, silent and identical. And the crowd went quiet. Black. Silent. Identical. The middle one was a Mercedes-Maybach S680 Guard if I'm not mistaken. Armored glass, no plates, tires that didn’t go flat even if they shot them. The rear door opened by itself. No driver stepped out. No guard bowed. Just cold air and leather smelling like money and control. Urei didn’t smile anymore. “Get in, your Highness. Flashy doesn’t save you. Armor does."

"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.

While they speed across the express road, towards the penthouse, Carl was deep in thought; when he laid eyes on the kid, he could only see a younger version of Ciro. He was so pissed at what he was seeing; Carl had believed Elena when she pointed out that a certain Fred was the father of the child but from the striking resemblance of the child with his step brother, it was obvious that she was lying. Stepping foot into the mansion, Carl couldn't help but notice a certain car; it was the G.LK Benz which was a strange thing. The Elites have one principle; regardless of the car you get, it must be black and any color outside black was said to be inferior.

When the door was kicked open, Leon and Claire were already getting into the elevator. "I hope the car can still start, after four years of disuse," whispered Leon while shaking his legs nervously. Claire couldn't say anything, she was too nervous while carrying her bag. She even forgot to put on her shoes. The elevator finally opened up in the basement. Leon approached one of his luxury cars, which was jet black. "Isn't this too flashy?" asked Claire. "I don't have anything more inconspicuous," Leon replied. Claire glanced up. There were five cars parked there, only one black. Others have bright colors like red, blue, yellow and orange. Leon has unique tastes, thought Claire.

she thought and tried to get up but she was already too terrified to. “I will have her and do as I want with her” Aryan said to Steve. Erica could see a flashlight from behind but ignored it “let me just die!” she cried lowly but suddenly the black car that was coming from behind drifted around Erica and stopped just before her. Erica stared at the car before her..it wasn’t just a normal type of car she sees. It was a black Bugatti Veyron Grand sports Vitesse. She could recognize who was in the driver’s seat immediately.

he says, his eyes soft. I hold out my hand teasingly. “What about mine?” Lila shakes her head seriously. “You cannot collect what you gave me,” she says. “You gave me the box! All the shells!” I laugh out loud. “Fair enough.” Elena hugs Zephyr quickly. “Drive safe.” Cassian waves lazily. We leave the house, and my Aston Martin DB12 waits outside, black and shiny and low to the ground. The doors lift up like wings as we approach.

We reached the parking lot without being caught. I stopped in awe as I fixated my eyes on his car. I can barely move my free hand. My dad owns one of this too. It’s Bugatti La Voiture Noire. The Black car. This gorgeous vehicle has a sky- high price. It has a carbon- fibre shell that is sculpted by hand, a quad turbo W16 8.10L engine that produces a thousand five hundred horsepower, and an acceleration of 0- 100 kph in 2.4 seconds. And its top speed is 420 kph. Yeah, I didn’t take time to describe his luxurious car. I gulped. Am I really going to ride this expensive car? He opened the car’s door for me. I looked at him and I found him staring at my awed face. I got conscious. Did he saw me d

It’s a white Mercedes supercar with blue glowing tires, and the logo in front is glowing as well, it actually looks so unreal. “That’s a Mercedes-Benz Vision AVTR. It’s a futuristic concept, and it’s not even for sale. How is it on the road?” Leo says. The entire ice cream shop is now looking and whispering at this car. Rich people are rich. I guess they found a way to buy it. “Fuck! Hillary, look, it’s Ben getting out of the car,” Georgia squeals, hitting my hand. My chest tightens, and I look outside. She’s right. He is shutting the door of the car, dressed in casual black slacks and a brown sweater, looking more like a bartender than a man wealthy enough to own a car like that.

I nod, thankful for the small comfort. “Right, let’s go,” Demitri says, his hand slipping around my arm as he guides me toward the elevator. We descend to the ground floor, and outside, my eyes widen at the sleek, glossy car waiting at the curb. Midnight black with sharp, clean lines and a striking grille that gleams under the city lights, the car practically glows with the subtle power and wealth that seems to define Demitri’s world. He opens the door for me, and I slide into the plush, dark leather seat, feeling cocooned by the car’s quiet luxury as he settles in next to me.