Film Cars 3 Trailer Novels & Stories

Alida said laughing. We pulled up to the new house in no time. We weren’t even out of the truck yet when a silver car with blacked out windows pulled up behind us. If there were other wolves here then I didn’t know, so I knew whoever this was didn’t know either. Alida and I stood at the back of her truck while the car came to a slow stop and then shut the engine off, but nobody got out. “Mags can you hear anything?” I asked her.

Its flared-out fenders, wide-body chassis, and sporty tires made it look like a street racing machine straight out of a Fast and Furious film. “It’s a nice car. Wouldn’t you say?” Irena eased her way toward Amy, cutting her eyes over at the silver Camaro. “How would you like to be behind the wheel roaring down the highway, trying to chase 2Pac because he ran off with your baby in an armored truck?” Irena pointed over at a black armored vehicle parked near the factory’s garage door entranceway. Amy looked over at the armored truck. The truck was the size of a motor home with a space shuttle design in the front. Amy didn’t like Irena’s game, but she didn’t expect to like it.

I really should pay my employees more if this is the kind of thing they're driving around. Raising an eyebrow, we switch into new disguises and drive out of the parking structure in a busted-up 1986 Toyota Corolla. It is covered in old bumper stickers of anime shows and ramen noodles. "Nobody is going to suspect it's us," Clark nods sagely as he begins placing his filming equipment and drones in the trunk. Grumpily, I open the passenger side door. "Are you sure this still runs?" "He makes it to work on time every day so I'm assuming yes," Clark shrugs as he takes his seat behind the wheel.

He asked I instantly nodded "Yeah, sure. It’s really nice." He giggled "Open it." I frown, confused, but opened the front cover to see three-midnight tickets for the tenth fast and furious movie that came out in a few weeks. I squealed excitedly as I threw my arm around him. "Oh my gosh!! Tell me this isn’t real." I chirped "Too bad, It is." He played along laughing a little bit. "Oh my gosh." I pulled away and jumped up and down with excitement. I can’t tell you how happy I am right now.

The scene when Zhanaia looked at me with pain and fear in her eyes as blood dripped down from her thighs came in my head and played again and again. The voice that was saying something to me kept on talking and then I just felt a hand pulled me. I just realized that it was Francis who was talking a while ago and now he was pulling me towards the car that we rented, Caroline, Zhairo, and Heartly were following behind us. "Zhairo would drive your BMW," Francis said. "You would ride with me and Caroline, you'll sit on the backseat."

Aside from what we’ve shared, he’s my uncle, and he wouldn’t do anything to hurt me. We stood there for a few more minutes, and I was starting to lose my patience until I saw another car driving toward us. My jaw dropped when the car came closer, and I saw that it was a beach car—not just any beach car, but a Fiat Jolly, the exact model I had seen in a movie years ago. “Hello, sir!” The driver bowed to Aric. I turned to Aric, and he stretched his hand toward the car. “Get in.” My body shook with excitement. I thought my dream of ever seeing this car or even getting inside it wasn’t feasible, but now I was sitting inside. I couldn’t believe it.

… Third-Person POV The next morning, the local news reported, "Last night, a speeding car caused a traffic accident and burst into flames. According to the latest updates, the remains of a young woman were discovered in the vehicle." In Rosa's hospital room, Luca handed her the last slice of orange and stood up. "I'll go check on that troublesome one." Rafael let out a scoff. "Why bother checking on her? Let her reflect on her own." Enzo had already headed toward the door. He still couldn't feel at ease. Valentina had just woken up, and she was still injured. The three of them walked down the corridor and pushed open the door to Valentina's hospital room.

"Daddy will be upset." My heart shattered into pieces as I watched her tread so cautiously. Just as she was about to close the fridge door, someone suddenly shoved her from behind. As she was caught off guard, her hand got caught in the door with a painful slam. It was Caden. "Well, well," he drawled out. "Looks like some little thief is trying to steal the cake Uncle Andy bought for me!" The pain drained all the color from Stella's face. She shook her head desperately, but Caden leaned harder into the door, trapping her hand even more.

One of the officers looked at me and said with a frown, “For intentional destruction of private property, you’ll need to come with us.” I smiled calmly and pulled out a document. “Destruction of private property? I never did that.” Then, I looked directly at Liam, making myself clear. “The car is mine.” Amidst the chaos, I opened the original purchase order and payment record for the vehicle in front of the camera. “Take a good look,” I said. “The car belongs to me. What’s the problem with smashing my car?” Even the police seemed stunned by the situation. They immediately contacted the manufacturer to verify ownership. Once it was confirmed, the way everyone looked at us changed.

The Alessio, the eldest of the three says. "Yes, cause there's an Aunty May here with me." I glance at my secretary who chuckles and takes a seat. "Get into the car and come see your Aunty May, okay?" I say. "Sì." They all say in unison. (yes) "God! These children will definitely not kill me." I mumble and May giggle. I roll my eyes and glance at the three little minions on my wallpaper. My three little bunch of joy.