Fiction Books About Cars Novels & Stories

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And Noah’s car? Yeah… his car screams "stinking rich" in every possible language. The thing practically glows and looks like it costs more than my entire annual salary. Maybe even two years. Hell, maybe three. Researchers don’t drive cars like that, not unless they own the research company… or invented a cure for death. I quicken my steps, praying he walked away the moment I did. The car rolls closer when the driver sees me. I open the door and slip inside faster than I ever have in my life and only then do I breathe.

The factory gave off the feeling of the industrial era in the nineteenth century. Outside a dilapidated-looking factory were all kinds of luxury cars parked on the flat ground. Mercedes-Benz and BMW were considered misfits here. Lamborghini, Ferrari, Bugatti, Hummer… all luxury cars, limited edition vehicles were everywhere. There were even several helicopters parked not far away. At this time, a Mercedes convertible sports car approached them. It was the long-haired Abel Alroy and Ynes Alroy in a white dress, looking beautiful and exquisite as she got out of the car when it stopped.

That was when she knew that there was something called survival instinct . It was getting dark by the time they finally got the mansion . Their driver which Micheal has requested for before their arrival . And talking about car , that particular car is nothing like she ever saw . It was black , a color she was getting used to seeing in their cars . It was a Ferrari or was it ? She wasn't sure but all she knew is that that car is not from this world. Couldn't be from the world . The thought distracted her from her pounding heart and she was able to focus on something else other than the blood filled face of Emily . It was a gruesome sight to see .

And when he thought she was waving at him, it was the breeze doing its job and the nylon trying to resist. "Damn it. I've finally gone insane." He cussed as he stomped his feet own the ground several times. Hmm, feels good." Barnham took a deep breath in before walking towards their garage where their cars were packed. Laura and Barnham both had two cars each and Laura's was the most extravagant of the both of them. "Hey baby." Barnham said as he hit his car before getting into it. It was a Ferrari and one of his mother's inheritance which he could claim without the paper work.

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.

Alice's POV "Maybe," I smirked and walked out of the house. I stopped in front of our ride and couldn't help but admire the beauty in front of me. I eyed the car trying to see if I could get Liam to allow me to drive the car. I ran my hand over the top of the car enjoying the feel of the car. It was a Ferrari. One of my favorite cars. I remember stealing my father's Ferrari when I was just getting exposed to the mafia world.

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!"

I like taking my time, that way, I can get used to the idea of living with Xander. Sitting behind the counter in the bookstore, I listen to Vincent talking to his cars while I place an order for new books. One of those books is The Art of War by Sun Tsu. I want to read it and see why Alexei loves it so much. My thoughts turn to the BBQ, and I must admit, I enjoyed it a lot. And Rosemarie was right. Everyone seemed pretty normal. I don’t know what I expected. Maybe guns and men smoking cigars while plotting the end of the world?

“No.” I shook my head. “I’m bringing my cars!” “Three.” “All of them.” “Three.” “They’re all family.” “Aiden.” “They’ll be scared if I leave them.” “My garage is big enough,” Rhysand said with infuriating calm. I slowly turned toward him. “Do not support their union.” Aiden patted Rhysand’s chest. “Uncle Car gets it.” “Uncle Car is actively looking for death.” “I want the graphite one, the red one, the blue one, the little one, the police one, the one with the noisy wheels, the Ferrari, the one the T-Rex rides, and the other one doesn’t have a name yet because I’m still figuring out its personality...”