Novel & Cerita Fiction Books About Cars

Well is not really vintage because according to the description it only an upgraded version of a carriage with a horse. This really surprises me because the book setting was centered at the Victorian Era with a medieval setting. The cars are powered by mana, and only the nobles and businessmen can afford them. Way back in the world I live, rare ones are expensive. The strange thing is, it isn't popular in Avalor Kingdom, I only found out about it because of Rita. The author of Illuminating Darkness has a weird taste.

Xayne replied. . . . The Ferrari Dino 246 GTS could be seen racing through the lonely road and the ray from the headlight leading the way. "You should reduce your speed Xayne". "I'm driving off my sorrows and pain friend". "Don't drive to death then". She warned and saw the book poking out from Xayne's pocket. She pulled it out and scoffed seeing that it was the blood stained book. "What are you still doing with book?". She asked.

“I have a reason for that.“ Catherine froze in fear when she heard him, then she nodded and closed her mouth with her hands again. Raven ordered for the car to move and soon they were blasting out of the estate through the entrance. Catherine saw with her mouth still closed that a part of the entrance was blocked with her dream car—a damaged one. It was a red Ferrari LaFerrari. There was a towing-van there to tow it out. The Mercedes passed the other part of the entrance after purposely slowing down for a glimpse at the damaged sports car. “Do you want to know an interesting fact about that car we just passed?“ Raven asked her Catherine didn't answer. She obviously thought his question was a

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 car fell into a heavy silence, as Liesel and Jacob were the only ones left inside. Liesel closed her eyes, seemingly not intending to say anything. After a moment, she settled into the driver's seat and started the car. This was Jacob's new vehicle, a sleek black Maybach. He had replaced the blue Cayenne she had gifted him. Throughout the ride, neither of them spoke. The car continued on until they arrived at Ford Manor. "Liesel," Jacob called out just as she was about to step out of the car. "What's your relationship with Xavier?"

Alex is such a troublemaker, trust me. "He doesn't ride bikes, besty; look over there," Alex said, pointing outside the café. I followed his gaze and was taken aback. A sleek Ferrari was parked just outside. Yeah, that is his car." My jaw dropped in surprise. Jayson, with his youthful appearance, was the owner of such an expensive car. Thoughts raced through my mind, and one particularly wild idea crossed my imagination: "Maybe he's a drug dealer." Yeah, he just fit the description of Antonio, the billionaire mafia boss in the novel I am still reading.

The buildings, the clothing, literally everything without forgetting about the four-wheeled vehicle. Zayn had seen the 1979 Chevrolet C10 truck on his first day and that was what alarmed him the most. This was a myth, something he read in the books when he was a child. His mother would make sure he finished a book per day to prepare him for the throne which he would one day ascend. How can he forget the books about 'The other World'? 'The Other World' was a place that the wolves have read and heard stories about. A world where humans existed only with an advanced lifestyle that filled the pages of the books about this mythical world.

My jaw ached from the last booking, thighs burning from kneeling on hardwood, but the real pain was deeper, seeing damien from a very close range and not gutting him out burned on me like a brand I couldn’t scrub off. I turned the corner onto my block and froze. Exotic cars lined the curb. Not the usual rusted sedans or delivery vans. Fleets of them, matte-black G-Wagons, gleaming Lamborghinis, a Bentley with windows so dark they swallowed light. Seven in total, parked like a silent army. No plates visible. Engines off, but the air felt alive with threat. This street didn’t see cars like this and it troubled me. Panic surged through me, cold, sharp, flooding my veins like ice water.

I sit in the backseat of Luca’s car, my heart pounding as the cityscape blurs by. The silence between us is suffocating, and I keep my eyes on the road ahead, too afraid to look at him. He drives with a calmness that unnerves me, as if this is just another day for him. The inside of the car is luxurious, and if I weren't worried about my life right now, I would lean back and enjoy the ride, because this car offers that kind of comfort. I wonder how he can drive so comfortably with me inside when he almost tortured me to death the other day. It’s like he doesn’t have a soul.

Because it’s dark, I can’t see who is inside the vehicle. ‘Oh my God’ What if I get kidnapped like all those mafia novels I read. A sexy car pulls up in front of you and the next thing you know, you are thrown into the trunk of the vehicle. Then you wake up in an abandoned building with a dangerous, sexy man that looks like he can kill you in a blink of an eye.