Fiction Books About Cars นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“Where is that damn car of the devil?” And I ran myself, heading to the ground floor. Just where Chris guided me. And there, I saw three luxurious cars. A Lamborghini. Rolls Royce. And Ferrari. I cursed mentally as I don’t know what car it is. I walked closer to the vehicles, and there, I saw from afar Dr. Karsyn’s bodyguards busy playing with cards. It looks like they are gambling. “Hi! G-Good morning?” I wasn’t sure if I should greet them or not. But as soon as their eyes laid on me. They panicked and became tense. They threw the card away and formed a line as they kept their head down low. There were twenty of them. Coins are dancing on the ground as one of them tripped on the table. “A-A

I had read its contents three times, and I was thinking about it so much that I did not even have the time to flick through Amanda’s recommended GoodNovel books. The main campus faded behind me as I followed a neat gravel path lined with sculpted hedges, leading to a charming, ivy-clad brick building that looked more like a quaint coach house than a garage. The large wooden door was slightly ajar. I pushed it open and stepped into a space that smelled of old leather, polished wood, and a faint, pleasant hint of oil. There was a 1960s Jaguar E-Type, a pristine Model T, and a sleek Aston Martin that looked like it had just driven off a spy film set.

I complied, watching the scenery that surrounded the palace as we pulled out of the compound and raced down the road. “Do you always drive yourself?” I asked as I wound down the glass and let the wind dig its claws into my hair. “Sometimes.” He answered without looking. I pulled open the glove compartment and stiffened, the tips of my ears burned. My hand trembled as I pulled out book after book from within, the cover pages utterly scandalous to look at. My eyes moved between the book and Stephan. “I didn't peg you as one who loved books like this. You've managed to surprise me.” I gasped, flipping through the pages.

Hell no, you clown! Raymond pulled me along with him to his car and after a lot of pushing and shoving that broke into a cat fight, three other women joined us. I felt my brows raise in disbelief when I saw that his car was a brand new shiny red Ferrari that I would never have expected to be owned by a guy like him. Call me prejudiced, but I have the tendency of linking sexy cars to sexy men. It doesn’t make sense, but it is what it is. I could totally see someone like Zane driving this car, but I couldn’t link it to Raymond at all. What ever did he do to own such a nice car this young, anyway? I had a feeling that he was a newly inducted rich guy because his eagerness to show off his wealth

he asked. I nodded so fast my hair flopped. He pulled the doors open. And my whole world exploded. Rows and rows of shiny cars. Old cars. Classic cars. Cars I’d only seen in books or on TV. Cars with curves and chrome and engines that probably sounded like thunder. My mouth fell open. “Whoa…” Koda gasped. “Gabe… it’s a car zoo!” Jace snorted. “It’s a collection, not a zoo.” “I like zoo better,” Koda said.

"It looks like those things that Vraxlon has in his territory. To pretend that your demons are civilized.” "Vraxlon has motorcycles," I said, panting. "That's a car.” "It is still a mundane and strange vehicle.” "Let's sleep there? "Faye Asked. "Let's try to see if it still works," I replied, massaging my sore shoulders. "Even without the use of magic, you two are still strong" I directed my gaze to Vraxlon and Tennebris. “Can you take the car out of the water?”

Especially mom. Getting off my bike, I lean it gently against the wall, careful not to dirty the pristine clean walls of the garage with my wet and peeling bicycle. Then, picking up my soggy bag of books, I tiptoe past a row of shiny black cars. Mercedes, BMW, Lambo, you name it, they have it. All in black. And then, I see it. Amongst the row of luxury cars is a shiny black Bugatti that had definitely reached the manor before the pouring rain. It's as dry as the Sahara desert.

The city was a blur of steel and glass, a maze of people who had no idea that monsters and queens were driving right beside them. “Oh yes, so much evil is going on in that underworld, Elana,” I replied. “It’s not about fairy tales and fated mates. It’s about who survives the night. It’s about blood and debt.” We hit a red traffic light and stopped. The idle hum of the Ferrari’s engine was the only sound in the car for a moment. I watched the pedestrians crossing the street, feeling a thousand miles away from them. But then, my gaze drifted to the lane of cars facing us, waiting for their own light to change.

As she had sat in it, sinking into the hard, leather seats, so low to the ground, she couldn’t help feeling as if her life were becoming more and more surreal. She had never met anyone who had owned a car like this—and in fact, had never met a boy who seemed as mature and ageless—and mysterious—as Sage. Everything he did just made him more mysterious. Every question she had just led to more questions. How could it be that he was driving a Lamborghini? Was he that wealthy? They had barely spoken during the drive, which only deepened the sense of mystery.

The world moved surprisingly slowly and gently. The little Nissan car that she was driving crumpled into steel origami with staggering ease, even though she had not been travelling that fast. The Big car moved across and parked the other side of the road, a massive scratch decorated its otherwise sleek black body. Lisa sat dazed but luckily unhurt as the door of the Lamborghini opened.