Fiction Books About Cars Novels & Stories

I didn't lead her toward the lobby and directly into the penthouse's private garage. The doors hissed open, and the lights flickered on automatically, reflecting off a sea of carbon fiber and polished chrome. It was a cathedral of steel. Millions of dollars worth of engineering sat in rows, low-slung Lamborghinis, vintage Ferraris, and sleek Koenigseggs. Alessia's mouth slightly open as she looked at the collection, "Rino... this is insane. Even for you." "I don't just collect cars, Alessia," I said, walking past the row of supercars toward the very back of the garage, where a single vehicle sat under a silk, deep-red cover, "I collect moments."

“Get in, Charlotte.” Through the window, I threw every single book in my hand across the center console and right at Taide, pushing open the door and angrily dropping into the leather seat. He didn't even react like he was hurt by it. His car smelled like him—like mint, aftershave, and all the scents that were synonymous with chaos and destruction. “What do you want?” I didn’t bother to look at him, not paying attention as he carefully gathered my books and arranged them in a pile on his lap. He was quiet as he started the car and drove. The broken tension in the space choked me.

Even if he is accused of stealing identity, then he can easily escape because there is no flaw in his identity. Now when she does not find anything worthy, she starts reading books there. There were different types of books and mostly were related to psychology, criminal psychology, law, economics, technology. There were also the magazines and newspapers which she found fresh. •• Opening the door of his car, he stepped outside and just walked inside the mansion after his men and the dogs greeted him.

Chapter 3 Framed MIDNIGHT PACK AT THE FINLAY’S HOME Jovy wanted to curse at her luck so badly because it was almost as if things never fell in her place. Deep down, Jovy knew she had nothing to do with the present condition the car was in but who would believe her? The Phantom Rolls Royce was totally battered and the beautiful white spotless car looked condemned and even the entire rear was beyond repair.

Life outside Golden Lake University was tougher than he remembered and although he didn't voice it out, he was grateful for the safe haven the school had been to him. ≈≈≈ “And you say it's fully tanked?” Francis asked, walking round the small, black car with interest. According to what the sales boy who had red hair and a lot of pimples on his face said, the car was a special model of race cars that had been stolen at TowTown when it was being auctioned for a few weeks back. It had two doors, was so small that it could sweep between trees—in the forest without stress, and was super fast, too. The car was just what they needed.

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

Dan stood up and took out a history book, then flipped open a page. It was a story about a king walking barefoot to a cathedral where he was whipped as penance. King Henry the Second! - The next day, a row of luxury cars suddenly appeared. Among them were Ferrari, Bugatti, Maybach, and Rolls-Royce. All the luxury car brands that could be found in this world appeared, and it was very noisy. Harvey, who had just finished his morning training, was just walking past the entrance. He didn't leave in a rush. Instead, he moved a stool over and sat down curiously.

Fiona eyed Vanessa from the corner of her eyes and tilted her head to see the car. Although she wasn't an expert in cars, she wasn't a fool to not know which cars were luxurious and which were not. Moreover, the car she drives were mostly either a Lamborghini or a Ferrari, which were given by her father. And apart from them, she can be considered a complete novice when it came to cars from Audi and BMW. However she wasn't totally against them, but just felt they were really too modest for Vanessa.

Stephen helped me to get into one of the black Rolls-Royce phantom that was parked in front of the plane with three other vehicles, a yellow Lamborghini Aventador, a red Ferrari F8, and a black R15 bike. My mouth was hung open, thinking about how rich these criminals were. I was so engrossed in my thoughts that I didn't notice Nicolas was already inside the car and still tapping on his phone. He didn't throw a glance at me like I never existed and that relaxed me a bit. Stephen moved to the Lamborghini leaving me alone with Nicolas. The bulky-looking driver asked something in Italian to Nicolas before starting the car. I saw Victor passing our car with his R15 and then John sped up and drove

I scramble for my bag, wanting nothing more than for the rolls Royce to get off the property. “Hold on.” Cary thrusts a catalogue into my hand. “What’s this?” I told it up, staring at the exotic cars adorning the front page. “Why are you giving me a book filled with cars?” “Because it’s about time I got you a ride of your own,” he says. “You should go through the catalog. Pick whatever you like.” A car. Something tells me this catalog is full of luxurious and ridiculously expensive cars. And now, Cary wants to buy me one.