Fiction Books About Cars Novels & Stories

Lois informed as she glanced at her wristwatch. I don’t even give it a second thought. I grabbed a bun and stood up. “I’m ready.” Lois chuckled, her eyes swirling with amusement as she stood up. I take another minute to think about just how much wealth they had at their disposal in the Lycan Empire when I entered the sports car that belonged to Lois. It was breathtaking. “Does everyone around here own a car like this?” I asked as we turned out of the estate that housed their royals. Lois gave me a side-eye. And then burst into laughter.

"What's that supposed to mean?" But Felix didn't answer right away. He waited until she was seated and he had closed her door before circling around to the driver's side. For a while, neither of them spoke. Only the soft purr of the engine filled the silence. "You still haven't answered me," Belle reminded him. Felix chuckled. "Not many girls appreciate old cars. This one used to belong to my grandfather. He passed it down to me. I love working on it." "Oh, that's such a cool hobby!"

The only good thing about today is that Jonah keeps calling and texting, saying he’s sorry and that now he wants to hear my exciting story. Little does he know, I have more than just one exciting story. He’ll be so jealous. I’m about to call him back to tell him that when a red car parks in front of my coffee shop. For a second, I think it’s a potential customer, but then I see the car. If I’m not mistaken… that thing is a Lamborghini. Who the hell drives one of those around here? Criminals. Bad people. People who might want to tell me to stop selling coffee -or trying to sell- in this place because they’re going to turn it into a drug dispensary.

This morning, Cylo, Ivo, and Hans were standing right in front of Jeff and Law's car collection. There were many nice, classy, and rare cars here. All of them were really attractive and unique, and some even had very sophisticated special features. This place was like car heaven. “Really? Can we try these cars?” asked Ivo excitedly as he looked at the cars in front of him. He really wanted to try driving one of them. “But I want you to come with us, Hans. I don't want you to suspect us, and you can report everything to Jeff and Law later,” said Cylo, who also wanted to try these cars.

Every corner is in black except the bed sheets and it makes the atmosphere appear gloomy and moody in an Emerson Ford style. There are shelves of books on one side and a desk next to the shelves. A smile climbs on my face as I look back to Emerson before looking back at the shelves – Ford never strikes me as a guy who enjoys reading and it comes as a surprise that he has books with him. I gnaw on my lips as I move from the bed and take quiet steps to the other side. I pick up a book and my eyes widen barely at the cover and the label. Looking through the shelves, the rest are novels too— both old and new. Who could have thought Emerson Ford read novels? Romance ones to be exact.

One thing that I realizes after several observations living inside the Medieval magical fantasy world, is that their sense of luxury concept when it comes stuff likes vehicles, is that how big it is. To Fantasma community, cars like Lambo sports cars, that were hot on Earth, in Fantasma it was seen as a cheap and inconvenient cars that no one would even bothers to looked at. Instead all of them were more favour the likes of 4x4 cars or jeeps and large vans, these were seen as a truly expensive cars, because the interior were large and spacious enough for them. After I think about it, it made sense, because the people here used to carriages, and also, they always want to travel in a large gr

It was yet another reminder that the Bonavichs family's wealth extended beyond traditional investments, and they found success in a variety of unexpected ventures. The car garage was like a paradise for automobile enthusiasts. Each car had its own story to tell, and Harrison shared those stories with me. It was a fascinating journey through the world of automobiles, and I found myself captivated by his passion. We inspected various vehicles, from compact models that promised fuel efficiency to larger, family-oriented cars designed for comfort and practicality. The garage was meticulously organized, and I could tell that Harrison took great pride in the presentation of his cars. Harrison's kn

He is such a nerd that all he wrote about was school, the nice things he experienced to the day, and the not so nice things. I was reading it because I thought I would find something about his family, where he and his mum came from, but there is nothing like that there… I just keep reading though, because it somehow makes me feel like I am close to him. The first time I hit gold was when he wrote the kind of car that he would like to purchase. It's a very cheap car– at least to a billionaire heir– and he gushed a lot about it in his books. I was already toiling with the idea of getting him one, so it was an easy pick for me…

I said as I walked out of the house. My driver was already waiting for me but this time he was not in a Rolls Royce but a black shiny G-wagon, it was my first time seeing this one. The weird thing is that these cars never stay at our place but somewhere else, only Charlotte her drivers knew where these cars stay. I got into the backseat of the G-wagon. “Let’s go bro” I instructed my driver. My driver started the engine and we were on our way. This was my second week at the bookstore and my rides to the workplace always felt like royalty, the only thing missing was the entourage but I felt like I was one those corrupt politicians.

Chapter 23: The Ghost in the Passenger Seat ​The rain had turned into a thick, grey fog by the time we reached the perimeter of the Grey Sector. Julian had secured a vehicle—a nondescript, matte-black sedan that looked like a shadow on wheels. It had no license plates and no GPS. In 2026, a car without a digital footprint was more expensive than a mansion, but Julian drove it like he had owned it for lifetimes. ​The silence inside the car was suffocating.