Novel & Cerita Fiction Books About Cars

He missed their craziness too. Fabian could only shake his head when he saw the expensive cars lined up outside the clubhouse. All of them were luxury vehicles. It was impossible for his friends not to brag about cars since it was one of the things they were obsessed with. They never fell behind and always showed off their new collections. He wanted to forget what he had learned a while ago, just for a few hours. It was better to be at the clubhouse, and if he got drunk, his friends would be there. Those motherf*ckers were actually good babysitters.

“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.

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.

Out in the open world, things were going smoothly for Eallric as he drove through the familiar highways (like Coalrior) which just like before, were filled with people, but this time around, all defunct. Eallric cringed everytime his novel Peugeot 404 ran over a body as it affected the car's balance or worse, caused the bones it ran over to crush into powder - or something like that. But still, he couldn't stop for a moment to check out anything and so he drove on.

I was stunned because I never thought that the cars I only read about in automotive magazines before would now be seen right in front of my eyes. And all I could say was that I hope that car would run over me. I knew that I would never be able to own such a car in my entire life. That's why I'll just let it run over me so I can at least feel its wheels with poop. Lost in thought, I shook my head. Whenever the topic is about cars, my mind always wakes up, I don't know why, why I like cars when I don't even have one. Ever since I was young, I've been fond of reading newspapers and magazines, and maybe that's why I got addicted to cars. Because instead of just looking at the brief section like