Four Wheels Of Novels & Stories

[POV Adrian] ----- I stated, "It's time to get to work. Ladies, please proceed." They're gorgeous mechanics, and they're enticing. Every move they make is lustful. Their sexy waist waddles as if they want to be patted. No, I'm not going to be tempted. I had to put up with it for Fany's sake. My promise to her means everything to me. They swarmed my car, wielding pliers and other tools. With her lovely legs, a Japanese girl pulls the wheel floor. The wheel floor is shaped like a skateboard, but it is larger and has four wheels. She was lying there, pushing the ground beneath my car.

He was sitting on the wide sofa alone as if he owned the whole thing. "We are not after war or anything here, man," commented Ken who was sprawled on the floor while leaning on the sofa. "Just back us up. We'll try to talk it out," Waldo finally spoke. The three meds nodded in unison. Waldo gave them one more nod before he gently pulled me out of the house again. A silver Mustang greeted us. Behind it is the same car model but in a different color. All four cars were formed in a diamond lead by the silver car of Waldo. The magnetic-colored one on the right and the shadow-black one on the left serve as its wing. While the red race one was the tail.

Jacob doesn’t speak as we walk through the estate. Doesn’t comment when I hesitate slightly near the front foyer, my body remembering the tension of walking through those doors earlier. He just grabs my hand and keeps walking until we reach the garage doors. When he opens one, I blink. Inside, lined up neatly like something out of a magazine, are cars. Sleek, glossy, expensive as hell. A few motorcycles. And in the back, tucked in the corner, a matte black four-wheeler that looks like it’s seen actual off-road chaos.

A teasing voice cut through the air with the approaching Fabian, who was fawned over and orbited by a group of childhood friends. “Buddy, you should’ve come to me for a loan! How are the cars coming along? I’ve been bragging about you everywhere, so don’t let me embarrass myself now!” Standing beside him was Chester Byrd, casually raising his wrist adorned with an imitation of a green Rolex Submariner.

“You’ve forgotten your manners.” “I traded them for honesty.” Katarina chuckled quietly. She was enjoying this too much. Down below, the cars revved louder, engines screaming like beasts waiting to be freed. I pointed to one of the red cars near the front. “That’s mine.” “You own one?” she asked. “I own four.” I nodded to another — black, sleek, deadly. “That’s the one I’m betting on.” She squinted. “They all look the same to me.”

I'm sure he knows he has lipstick on his lips, and mine is ruined but neither of us could give a f*ck right now. I look behind me and realize that the quads are gone, then I notice the roars of engines by the racetrack. While I find it weird to walk with wetness between my legs, I think my dear fiancé has it harder as he visibly fixes himself and grimaces with each painful step. The four cars lined up start off with number twenty-four, then twenty-two, twenty and eighteen. The first engine roars, then the second, third and fourth before the race begins. I watch intently as the four cars exchange in first place for three laps straight, everytime one tries to change their tactic it's like the

The four ladies shared a laugh, their confidence and camaraderie palpable as they prepared to take on the night. They all walk out of the living room and each of them enters the car provided for them each The four cars, each carrying one of the ladies, formed a sleek procession as they glided out of the castle grounds. The drivers, all impeccably dressed and trained, expertly navigated the vehicles through the winding roads, their headlights casting a golden glow on the darkness. The convoy moved in tandem, a symbol of unity and solidarity among the friends. As they left the castle behind, the landscape shifted to a bustling cityscape, with towering skyscrapers and neon lights illuminating t

I muttered. I tried to open my door, the one on the driver’s side. But the car was tilted so much that the door was too heavy for me to hold open while I climbed out. So, I climbed across the passenger seat and got out on that side. My car had all-wheel drive, which helps in the snow, but it wouldn't do any good if the wheels couldn't find anything solid to grip on. I looked all around me. I was hoping to see a pile of sand, or dirt, or rocks, or even some small wooden boards—anything I could put under the tires to help me get out. But the fresh snowfall had covered everything completely.

They walked slowly while observing the outside world. In the center, there were large glittering metal four -wheeled carriages. The edges of that metal have windows. The windows of the other moving metals were reflecting an image while the others allow people to see what’s inside that metal. At the back of it, the metal was emitting black smoke. That’s not the only thing seen in the middle of the road. Others looked similar to bicycles but were thicker and faster. Just like the ‘metal’ earlier, it was also emitting black smoke.

He quickly turned around, and his eyes met a large spinning coaster carrying multiple children around a large circular track. The cars that spun around the track moved individually around a central axis, and were only connected to the track by a set of four wheels on each of the four corners of the car. These four wheels were arranged with a pair of wheels above and below the track to hold the car down firmly. The children who sat in the cars were locked into them by metal bars to prevent them from flying off.