Fiction Books About Cars Novels & Stories

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 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?

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.

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.

ATTENTION! THIS BOOK IS A WORK OF FICTION. THE DEPICTION OF AUTISM IN THIS BOOK IS NOT MEANT TO BE REPRESENTATIVE OF ANYONE WITH ASD AND ANY SIMILARITIES TO REAL PEOPLE OR SITUATIONS ARE PURELY COINCIDENTAL. . Italy. Sicily... The security opened the back gate and my driver drove in. As soon as the car pulled into the compound, I jumped out and headed straight for the trap door, hidden from anyone living in the mansion.

Alessia's Pov The car rolled to a stop, and I couldn’t help but gawk at the sprawling underground garage around me. Row after row of luxury cars glistened under the soft overhead lights, each one a testament to obscene wealth. Ferraris, Lamborghinis, Aston Martins—each brand more extravagant than the last. I counted quickly in my head, but there had to be at least fifty cars parked here. My mouth went dry, and my fingers gripped the strap of my duffle bag tightly.

The door had barely closed before I pulled her onto my lap, one hand possessively gripping her thigh under the short skirt. The drive home was silent, thick with tension. My fingers traced the edge of her collar the entire way. When we reached the mansion and entered the garage, Liora’s eyes widened at the sight of our collection of cars—the Jaguar, the neon Lamborghini, the armored SUVs, and the blood-red Porsche. “Jesus… How many cars do five people need?” she whispered in awe. I smirked. “These are just toys. The important ones are the armored ones. Especially now that you’re with us.”