Fiction Books About Cars Novels & Stories

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

Yes, I trusted him that much. The doors automatically opened and we stepped in. I heard Finn's gasp behind me and turned to look at him. "What's it?" "What's it?" He asked with wide eyes. He walked in before me and began to look around. His fingers traced the bonnets of the cars as he stared at them in awe. "You're really asking me this? You have a collection of cars anyone would want to have! BMW? Bugatti? Lamborghini Aventador roadster?! You've got a Maserati too and you act like the average company owner. Fuck you, Scarlett!"

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 had read its contents three times, and I was thinking about it so much that I did not even have the time to flick through Amanda’s recommended GoodNovel books. The main campus faded behind me as I followed a neat gravel path lined with sculpted hedges, leading to a charming, ivy-clad brick building that looked more like a quaint coach house than a garage. The large wooden door was slightly ajar. I pushed it open and stepped into a space that smelled of old leather, polished wood, and a faint, pleasant hint of oil. There was a 1960s Jaguar E-Type, a pristine Model T, and a sleek Aston Martin that looked like it had just driven off a spy film set.

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.

“Get in, Charlotte.” Through the window, I threw every single book in my hand across the center console and right at Taide, pushing open the door and angrily dropping into the leather seat. He didn't even react like he was hurt by it. His car smelled like him—like mint, aftershave, and all the scents that were synonymous with chaos and destruction. “What do you want?” I didn’t bother to look at him, not paying attention as he carefully gathered my books and arranged them in a pile on his lap. He was quiet as he started the car and drove. The broken tension in the space choked me.

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.

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But then, three blocks later, it rolled past us slowly, humming like a predator circling prey. I stiffened. Talia noticed. “What?” “That car,” I said, nodding subtly. “It was outside the café too.” Talia glanced over, then shrugged too casually. “It’s a city, Zara. Lots of cars.” But my gut twisted. We ducked into another bookstore. I pretended to browse, fingers trailing over glossy covers, but my gaze kept drifting to the window. The car was there. Waiting. I tried to shake it off. Maybe I was paranoid. Maybe Mira Blackwood’s name had lodged too deep into me, making me see monsters everywhere.