Fiction Books About Cars Novels & Stories

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.

"Focus on the car. Focus on the hideous, lime green reality of our lives." Anna opened her eyes, her pupils blown wide and sapphire. She stared at the dashboard, which featured a layer of dust thick enough to plant crops in. "I don't even want to know where you got this, Soph. Or how it’s still driving. Or how we are still alive in it." She blinked slowly, trying to process the sheer audacity of the vehicle. "You know Sophie… these things were taken off the road because they go boom, right? They’re rolling firetraps." Sophie didn't take her eyes off the treeline. "Only if they’re rear ended. Don't be a drama queen."

"Handing Merry over to someone else?" Fabian frowned disapprovingly. "I'd rather be with Merry on the highway than being driven by someone else." "Is Merry your only car?" "Not really." Fabian seemed to be rubbing his chin. "But Merry is my favorite car. I found luck with her." "Contrary to me who had the misfortune of meeting Merry." Fabian laughed again. "No need to dwell on old wounds. It hurt you, not me."

~ANYA POV~ The garage smelled like leather and oil and money. Lights hung low and bright. The Cars slept in a row like animals in a stable. Though I've been here twice, I don't think I'll ever get used to this place. Men like César had strange things. Cars were one of them. The way the engines shone made my chest tighten. I wanted to touch them. I wanted to call out the names of the ones I knew but I didn't.

She blatantly said. “In your world they write books about us?” I asked her. “Yep, they are all fantasy, my favorite are the romance novels.” She said and blushed a deep red. I raised my eyebrows at her confession. How does a world have books about us, but they consider us a fantasy? “Why did you drink so much? And what is a car and how did you get into an accident.” I asked her. I pointed to a large rock suggesting that she sit. I might as well let her talk and take a break. She looked frail.

That made him more suspicious in my books. “This world is wrought with impossible marvels that will stagger you,” Gustav continued, ignoring me. “You should see how they communicate and move around in metal on wheels.” “Carriages?” Figaro’s brows pulled together. “Cars— and they roar too.” Gustav shook his head, sounding quite fascinated with advanced transportation. “No horses or mules, and they’re faster. Kokkino owns a great one with eyes that open and close. Headlamps, I think.”

Those were famous sports cars in his world, a red Ferrari, a blue Lamborghini, and a gray BMW. “What the heck! Those cars are from the mortal world. How the hell it came here? Don’t tell me faeries are the real manufacturers of those?” He tried to joke, but he immediately realized it could be a mistake. Eleand thought that he might be blurting out about his true identity. He swallowed hard. He almost said that those cars came from his world. The cousins laughed and appeared unbothered by his peculiar reaction. Rade answered his query. “Some lesser faeries love to steal luxurious things from the mortal world. That’s why you can see those things here.”

Today I must confess, both my intelligence and strength failed me but my luck shone brightly. I climbed down into the underground house. Two luxurious cars were parked in it amongst other things. “Wow! This car is machine men!” Tino exclaimed. Gold and other valuables I saw but nothing I really needed could I see. Even the documents of the cars and the documents for chief’s dirty deals all vanished. Nothing personal of his could I see too. Nothing that even claim he really owns the damned cars and gold. I got so frustrated I roared, picked a rod and smashed the windows of the cars to pieces.

I was a runaway with a toddler and a secret that could change everything. *********************** {The Motel Scene} The drive back to the motel was quiet except for Caesar's sleepy chatter from the backseat. As we pulled into the parking lot, my eyes immediately locked onto the sleek Ferrari sitting like a predator among the beaten-down vehicles. "Now that's what I call slumming it," Clancey commented, following my gaze. "Wonder what kind of person drives a car like that to a place like this." I stared at my rented Honda, looking pathetic and worn next to the Ferrari's gleaming perfection.

not just something I used as a shield to push the image of Anyta and Jamie way from my mind. As I pulled back into the Sunday night traffic, the city lights blurring past us, Jodie rran a hand over the buttery leather of the passenger seat. “This car is insane, Clay. I’ve never even seen one like it in person. It’s a one-of-one, isn't it?” “I don't really know,” I lied. Anyta had ridden in this car many times but she'd never really noticed or asked me questions about it. She probably didn't notice, not because she didn't recognize and appreciate expensive things, she was once married to old money, it was because my Anyta didn't really care about the extra things.