Four Wheels Of Novels & Stories

So I was stuck between Elders who wanted to force me into a mating I didn’t want, three mates, and Ethan, the one person who genuinely seemed concerned for me, couldn’t fully stand up for me against the Elders. “This isn’t necessarily a bad thing,” my wolf said gently. “Maybe you could pick one of our four mates to unite with. It would solve the problem with the Elders.” Right. Four mates. As if three wasn’t bad enough, I apparently had a fourth lying around somewhere. “How is it even possible that I have all these mates?” I asked. “It’s related to your soul power,” my wolf explained. “The stronger the wolf, the more mates they can sustain bonds with. Four mates means you’re much more powerf

I whispered aggressively like I could scare the cars away if I talked too loud. “It's just a tradition to receive The Ethan Starrk,” he said with a shrug, his tone annoyingly breezy. “Come on, this is nothing.” “This is not nothing,” I shot back, still staring at the cars. “How many of these are even for us?” He tilted his head, pretending to count. I tried not to roll my eyes. There were exactly nine vehicles in number. Four Audis and five onyx G-wagons. “Hmm all of them?” His answer came in the form of a question, but it was an answer nonetheless.

They found that although the brakes had been damaged, they didn't fail. 'If it's not the brakes, what should it be?' Cassie is puzzled. What else can make a car suddenly accelerate at high speed? Javen also had this confusion. He looked around the car body seriously and really, and finally focused on the wheels. 'Is it possible that there is something wrong with the wheel?' Cassie looked at the four wheels that were darker than usual, and it was a little strange. 'Do you think the color of this wheel is a little darker than other colors?'

[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.

Said. Finally, the first car came into sight. Four followed behind with one van behind that. Men were crammed into the vehicles. I clenched my jaw. Eugene knew he couldn't trust as alone, so he brought along a small security detail. Yet, Alvara had begged for his life.

Better to avoid them. The car was a beast. Sputtered to life and shot out into the driveway with minimal effort. The rush it gave me as I pulled onto the tar road was even better. With a light step, it would jump forward. Consume meters in seconds. Every beat of my heart was a war chime as I went.

Learning. The wheels touch the ground. I pick up my bag.

Arcs of electricity crackled across the omnitronium plating as four of the rings spread outward parallel to each other. They seemed to reach out and snap into place, as though they were forming themselves around invisible tracks. Each one was linked to the other through powerful electromagnetic connections, and directly controlled by focused antigrav fields. They stretched out into circles that spun around the cores like a single massive wheel, all while their weapons hovered alongside. The two ‘wheels’ bounced gracefully before they fully landed on the ground, then kept on going forward at full speed. And just like powerful monocycles, the two of them raced across the ground and wove their

Lira pov They're Alphas. Every instinct in me says so the second I lay eyes on them. Four of them. All towering. All watching me like I'm something fragile they don't know how to handle. And I hate that I'm frozen. I should be running. Screaming. Fighting. But I can't even breathe right. My legs won't work. My body's trembling too hard. I'm not sure if I'm going to collapse or pass out. Maybe both.

I was too focused on the feeling of the steering wheel in my hands. As I pulled out onto the track for the first few laps, everything felt normal. I pushed the engine, feeling the raw power of the machine beneath me, the wind screaming past the cockpit. I was hitting my marks, carving through the corners with a precision that felt like poetry. But on the fourth lap, as I entered the long straightaway and shifted into top gear, the car shuddered.