Four Wheels Of Novels & Stories

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.

Sometimes we came across small settlements where we could buy provisions and basic supplies. Then we moved along local roadways until guardians from the kingdom of Karadeylis arrived to fetch us. And they didn’t arrive on horseback! They came in these strange… automobiles! There was also something like a refugee transport bus with them. Their machinery looked different from ours, but the general principles were more or less understandable. What shocked me most were the wheels. If our wheels are basically discs on an axle, theirs were spheres with no axle at all. And they could rotate in literally any direction. The vehicle could even move sideways!

​The iron rails hummed a low, sub-audible vibration as we pushed the manual hand-car out from the collapsed timber frame of the station siding. It was a utilitarian contraption—a flat iron platform mounted on four heavy flanged wheels, with a central, pivoting wooden walking-beam lever that connected to the axles by a sequence of crude iron gears. It had no engine, no wires, and no paint left on its weathered frame.

There were four-wheeled vehicles, too, and it sounded like they had parked beside him. He wondered what he would find when he met up with Mitch and hoped it didn't have anything to do with Sam and her.

I wasn't even done—four more messages with bidding prices, all females wanting to buy. Really? I'm cuter than him. I sneered. Then a bigger bidder came through. Fifty thousand dollars and a trip, if you don't mind. Your location, and thanks no trip. The closest bar to Frost. A black-tinted Range Rover. Get in. Creepy, it sounded. But Charlie liked them creepy and bumpy like the asphalt.

"Emily slow down! My bones may withstand a crash but yours sure as hell won't" Fours voice laced with seriousness exclaimed as his large hands was placed on top of my ones taking control of the wheel for himself as I jammed my foot into the break the impact causing the car to skid forward. "Fuck me, I thought you said you had a bit of experience" Four continued shaking his head as his hand reached over pulling the keys out of the ignition preventing me from causing any more damage.

Ginny screamed and threw herself into my arms. Suddenly, a heavy thud landed on the RV's roof, leaving a dent. Ginny buried herself deeper into my arms while the girl in black, who was normally bold, looked pale as she huddled in the front seat. Finally, the collapse stopped, and everything went pitch black. "What bad luck! We can't be any more unluckier, can we?" Eric kicked the car door open and turned on the headlights. What we saw made our hearts sink—the road ahead was entirely blocked by rocks, not even a crack left to squeeze through. The rear of the tunnel was no better—we were trapped.

It's magical. Actually, in Uncle Dean's garage, there are many brands of four-wheeled vehicles that reach hundreds of bilion, but they are not suitable for use in the city. The engine is so powerful that if you use it at a normal speed, it'll break down quickly. So, I took the cheapest one for the roads that are occasionally dotted with potholes and speed bumps. Just a thought so I wouldn't glance at the squeeze of Rena's right hand at the base of her long skirt. I knew she was worried. But yeah... my brain can't compromise to imagine the contents.

They looked like they could take the hit. “These,” Roman said, patting the grille of a black SUV that looked like it could climb a mountain, “these are what you need. Ground clearance. Four-wheel drive. Weight. You can see over other cars. You can go off-road if you have to. You can take a hit.” I glanced at the monstrosity. It was huge. It was the exact opposite of what I usually drove. “I’m not a soccer dad, Roman. I’m not going camping.”