Elite Four Black Novels & Stories

But this time I dreaded it more than the first. My eyes shot wide. There he was standing in all black , with a hoodie over his face. I peered closer, the only thing I could make out was the sinister smile that reached up the shadow hiding the rest of his face. My gaze drifted to the opposite side of the road and I spotted Andrew's BMW-I8 parked there. Could it actually be his? No, no! Colour drained from my face and I looked on in horror. A shrill scream left my lips as I cowered to the floor both hands covering my ears.

But the boy felt as if he was punched with words that his brain cannot digest. The boy did not say anything and just moved on to the next car. He could tell that there’s no point asking Eric to be his tour guide. Eugene stood before a black car with no roof and windshield. Somehow, looking at the car reminded him of the cartoon he watched before. ‘Batman~’ the kid whispered in his head. He started to imagine how cool it would be to drive that while wearing batman costume, when suddenly, Eric spoke again. “That is Elvo. It produces 804 horsepower and 590 pound-feet of torque from its twin-turbocharged 4.0-liter V8,” Eric explained.

She pulled on a silk robe, still yawning, and padded barefoot down the grand staircase. The staff — normally silent and composed — were whispering excitedly, sneaking glances outside. “What’s going on?” Elena asked, frowning. One of the maids bit back a grin. “You should see for yourself, madam.” Curious, Elena walked toward the tall glass doors and froze. There, parked in the center of the driveway, gleamed the impossible. Midnight black with flawless silver detailing, the body sleek and smooth as though carved by the hands of an artist. Its polished surface reflected the morning sun like a jewel.

Henry*** The night air was electric as the growl of engines shattered the silence. A fleet of sleek, armored vehicles snaked through the dense forest, their headlights cutting through the shadows like blades. At the center of it all was a black Rolls-Royce, its polished exterior gleaming ominously under the pale moonlight. The vehicle was a statement—a declaration of power, wealth, and unshakable authority.

I was starting to feel like I was being difficult until Miles led us to a draped area at the very back of the showroom. "This arrived just this afternoon," Ian said with a flourish. "The Aether SV. It’s the first of its kind in the country. Fully electric, zero to sixty in 2.4 seconds, with a bespoke carbon-fiber frame." The car was breathtaking. It was a deep, shifting metallic violet—almost black in the shadows but shimmering like a nebula under the lights. It looked like a piece of the future. "It's incredible," I breathed, circling the vehicle slowly.

Somehow, that’s all I need to put me at ease. I’m amazed by how well the shop is set up. Connor whistles as we pass by a sleek black car. “You see that car San? That’s a Tesla. It’s one of the first self-sustaining cars in the world. It runs on electricity. It’s almost as awesome as Declan’s car.” Hunter turns and smirks at our conversation. “Yeah, Declan’s car is pretty awesome. The Tesla belongs to Priest.”

Have I ever known him to be responsible? I steadied my breathing, draining Evolet’s words out of my mind, and tucked a curl behind my ear, taking the scenery of this godsend place because it swiftly calmed all of my upset nerves. We had decided on the limited edition… exclusive version—Dylan corrected me… of a car brand that I’d never heard of before. It was soot black, spacey, and worked well on undone roads since they weren’t never really meant for vehicles.

She hadn’t noticed what he was wearing inside the bar she was a little out of it and in the dark lighting she could only see that he had on dark slacks and a dark trench coat. “What kind of car is this?” Meredith asked as Clinton buckled himself in. Meredith quickly realized she wasn’t buckled in yet and followed his lead. “Panamera Turbo S E-Hyrbrid Executive,” He told her flatly without looking in her direction as he pulled out. Clinton acted more like Brayden than Edward, Meredith noted. He came off very serious. “That’s a mouthful,” She mumbled in response. “What color is it? Some sort of off-white?” “Chalk.”

I gestured at the house, at the keys in my hand, at the general enormity of what was happening, "—all of this, because I gave a cab driver my number this morning?" He said nothing. He simply turned and pointed across the parking lot. I followed the direction of his hand. Parked in the far corner, catching the last of the evening light, was a Mercedes-Benz EQE — deep midnight navy, tinted windows, and chrome accents. It was beautiful. I hated how beautiful it was. "That's—" I pressed my lips together. "Oceans. That has nothing to do with any board decision, and you know that I know that." He lifted one shoulder. "Maybe the board also knows I don't like to share." He paused. "And made their de