Fiction Books About Cars の小説・ストーリー

Steph and Nick turned their attention to where Madison was looking. "Oh I know that car...it's the latest Rimac Nevera...if memory serves me right, it's the first electric car of its kind." replied Steph. "Wow, Steph. How do you know all this?" asked Madison. "Well, I love reading about automobiles, in particular sports cars. It's my dream to own a sports car someday." replied Steph dreamily. While the ladies were in conversation, Nick observed the car, in particular the passengers in the car, holding hands and actually sharing a kiss.

Outside, the black Mercedes was parked right where Lyla had noticed it earlier when she sat down. Compared to the sleek silver Aston Martin, this car seemed far more discreet—so low-key that when she first saw it last night, she never would have connected it to the flamboyant, arrogant Carlo. “That car?” Carlo’s eyes remained fixed on the spinning washing machine drum as he shrugged casually. “It burned.” “You’re talking nonsense again!” Lyla muttered under her breath, flipping the pages of her book with exaggerated force.

CLAIRE was clearly doing a number on him. We made our way back to the library. The short break to go check out PENUMBRA’S collection of cars and motorcycles had been nice—ASH’S idea when CLAIRE happened to mention 5TH CIRCLE’S motorcycles and how much she missed working on them. Now it was back to work. I tossed aside yet another book that had held promise. We’d been at this for weeks, and what did we have to show for it? Nothing. With a sigh, I asked CLAIRE, “Tell me what you know about hybrids. You must know something after all these years of hunting them. The bosses said they knew one once. Apparently, he was kind of crazy, unstable, and violent.”

Jace’s favorite car. A black Ferrari he stopped driving immediately after Daniel Park died. Her heartbeat shifted instantly. “Where’s Jace’s Ferrari?” she asked quietly. The assistant blinked. “I’m sorry?” “The black Ferrari.” Charlotte stood up immediately. “Where is it?” — One hour later— Rainwater covered the hidden side road behind the Norman estate. Charlotte drove slowly past old storage buildings near the edge of the property. Nobody used this garage building anymore. Even the staff rarely came here. Which made it perfect for hiding things.

I didn't lead her toward the lobby and directly into the penthouse's private garage. The doors hissed open, and the lights flickered on automatically, reflecting off a sea of carbon fiber and polished chrome. It was a cathedral of steel. Millions of dollars worth of engineering sat in rows, low-slung Lamborghinis, vintage Ferraris, and sleek Koenigseggs. Alessia's mouth slightly open as she looked at the collection, "Rino... this is insane. Even for you." "I don't just collect cars, Alessia," I said, walking past the row of supercars toward the very back of the garage, where a single vehicle sat under a silk, deep-red cover, "I collect moments."

_Alaric's POV_ As we approached my car, I couldn't help but notice the awe in Alina's and Juliet's eyes. It was a sight to behold—a marvel of modern engineering that few ordinary people had the opportunity to encounter. They circled the shiny vehicle several times, examining each detail with curiosity. The design of the car was starkly different from the carriages they were familiar with; it was more enclosed and modern, giving off a futuristic feel that seemed to captivate them entirely.