Fiction Books About Cars Mga Nobela at Kwento

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".

She was also sizing up the person drinking water in front of her, the one who had been hanging around her the whole day, Jepherson. When Novalie went out in the morning, she met Jepherson. He was driving a very luxurious car. As Raeleigh was taking a car design course, there were some books about cars in her house. Novalie did not know where the books came from, but she would still flip through them when she had nothing to do. That kind of car was expensive. It could accommodate a lot of people. A chauffeur would drive it while his boss lounged in the backseat.

She thought of something to do that would keep her awake. “I should probably read a book,” she said, heading to the table and luckily, there was a book on finance. Not her interest though but…. “I'll allow it,” she said, picking up the book as she turned the lamp stand and began reading. Few minutes later, she dozed off while reading, then again she had another strange dream but this time she was in a car, the car was on a high speed and it felt like she was about to crash but suddenly another vehicle crashed her car..

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.

My fingertips brush the edges of the books as I circle the shelves, exploring with my eyes and soon enough, I find myself in the engineering section. I chuckle, I don’t share Brandon’s excitement in science and if Ma was here, she would have called it fate. The first book I pull out is less than two hundred pages, a beginner’s guide on everything cars, I grin, yeah, this is fate. I saunter to the single sofa beside the fireplace, flipping the pages without understanding the terms until a yawn escapes me.

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…”

Ella’s POV The city sped by in a blur of distorted neon and trailing brake lights. Lucian didn’t take one of his Blackwood fleet; he drove himself in a matte-black beast of a car that growled with a low, predatory hum. Inside the cabin, the air was different—it tasted of expensive leather, cold rain, and the lingering electricity of the story he had just told me.

Chrome and polished paint reflecting on the spotless floor Ferraris, Aston Martins, Bentleys, Rolls-Royces… These are exotic cars I’ve only ever seen in magazines or rap videos sitting here casually like grocery store carts. My hands go to my head automatically. “No fucking way.” Lucas strolls inside without looking impressed. Which makes sense. This psycho grew up thinking Bugattis were emotional support animals. I walk slowly between the cars, stunned. “These are real?” Lucas snorts. “No, Shitshaw. They’re cardboard decorations.”