Fiction Books About Cars Novels & Stories

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.

I almost tell her that the nights are for me and him, then I remember Sophie and her mother, watching, hoping to catch me. Swallowing, I nod. We all climb into Declan’s car, too many people, but we make it work, I sit in front, Noah at the back with Holls and Stephen, I keep my eyes in front. “You have a really nice car.” I tell Declan. Cars have never actually been my forte, but I know when a car is impressive. All comfortable leather seats, sleek brown interior. “My birthday gift actually.” I run my fingers against the dashboard. Maybe when I am alpha, I would get something like this. The streets wouldn’t be littered with desperation and despair then.

The gentleman in the driver seat slightly taps the man sitting on the passenger side kinda giving him a you spoke too much but maybe I'm just imagining things. There's a brief moment of silence throughout the car brushing it off I say "It's not the point of enjoying them, it's my safe space through books. I was able to live and escape my reality. Because nothing good ever happens where I'm from only if you're willing to sell your soul for it".

When he realised, I dropped the idea of whatever I was planning, he moved a little from his place and stopped in front of the middle car, which was a little different than the other two. I didn't realise at first but the middle one is a Rolls Royce and the other two are Maybachs. He silently opened the door of the Rolls Royce and turned to me, "Why don't you get inside, Miss Williams?" His robot like voice held a threatening power. Exactly like a cold mafia man I would think for my novel. In other thought, what part of my life is different from any drama? "Miss Williams?" His voice fell over again and I made my way to the car. Don't know where my life would lead me from here.

The car was a Mercedes-Benz, a C-300 Sedan. It was a little bit rough around the edges and the trunk region was stained with a couple of brown spots. Emma thought that those brown spots might have been coffee stains; for in her three hours shift at the café, she discovered that the county inhabitants really liked coffee- They could wake up by 12am and still demand for coffee. “It’s my Dad’s car.” Derek mentioned. He had been watching as his little witch ran her eyes tro and fro the car, and he wondered whether she was sizing the car up. It didn’t matter to him though, his was better; at least after Aaron works on it.

I mean, it makes the world safe for democracy! "Whoops!" I stopped walking and Shelly followed my gaze. "What is it?" she asked. "Auto-Exotica? Is that an adult bookstore? I want to pick up some videos before we leave." Mom had to take a cab because an hour later my girlfriend and I were cruising mid-town Manhattan in a 2010 Bugatti Veryon. I couldn't afford to buy it, of course, not with a seven digit price tag and a 15 month wait while they custom built a new one for me, but I could rent a used one. I just had to hand over my American Express and sign on the dotted line. Little did they know ... I wasn't ever bringing it back!

“So which car has the best mileage in the world?” I shrugged. “There are lots of very efficient cars.” “What about race cars?” “Not race cars.” “What about monster trucks?” “Definitely not monster trucks.” “What about tanks?” “Tanks are probably even worse.” His eyes widened. “So tanks are basically fuel-hungry dinosaurs.” I pointed at him. “That is surprisingly accurate.” He looked extremely pleased with himself. Then he leaned forward. “What about spaceships?” I blinked. “Spaceships?” “Yeah. What’s their mileage?”

It was a posh area and a little later Xandra was driving up a sweeping driveway in which countless luxury cars were parked. 'Wow, a silver star.' it came through the telepathic connection of Cat. 'Oh, I didn't mean to say that out loud!' She raised her hands to her mouth and looked wide. Thank goodness it was innocuous! Dareon fixed her, surprised that she had recognized the successor to the almost 90-year-old Audi R8. "Do you like cars?" “ Like is probably an exaggeration. I'm interested in them. "A dismissive wave of the hand should underline the insignificance of this statement." Actually, I haven't looked at it for ages. "

He slowly approached the car handle to exit while his forehead was already covered in a cold sweat. “JUST SCRAM!” She sneered and Vihaan immediately got out of the car in fright. She pressed the accelerator and drove the car. That time Vihaan took a sigh of relief and raised his head, “ WHAT! WE ALREADY REACHED. THESE WITCHES! ALWAYS LIKE THIS. THEY WILL KILL ME, MAN!” { Hello frineds! I started my new book with a concept of romance, humour and time travel. love story of a spy and ordinary girl. for the story you can follow me. I***a id - Author_Heer. }

However, after going down the mountain, they saw the cool Lamborghini Reventon sports car parked in the garage, and they were all dazzled. Everyone asked in surprise, “Whose car is this? Silas, is it yours?” “How could it possibly be mine? My car is a Ferrari!” “Whose car is this? Very few people in Mayberry City drive this kind of sports car!” Everyone was puzzled. As for Alice, although her heart had already settled down initially, her emotions were all over the place again when she saw the car at this time… Alice whispered incredulously, “I know the origins of this car…”