Integra X Alucard Novels & Stories

Smarter than I imagined, she understood the code and grinned. Elara just groaned, with neither of us blowing our cover. Once we finished assessing the items, Elara returned to the kitchen while Violet and I headed out to the biggest automobile shop in the States. *** *** “Temerario.” The car dealer stated his price. His hand rubbed the smooth body of the car, the Lamborghini Temerario which happened to be the latest version. “Wanna a good thing about it aside from the design?” Cocky, he leans on the car, legs crossed. “The power train… oh, one more.” He chuckles. “Five crazy driving modes and…”

Marcus used to look like that, especially when we were playing chess and he was struggling to beat me. “Alright, Miss Smarty-pants,” Ethan said. “I’m thinking of a certain European supercar, with a 3.8 litre V8 with two turbos strapped on the back. It’s a mid-engined supercar which produces about 600 horsepower. It was inspired by a Formula One car, from a brand with some racing history. Which car is that?” I knew the answer from the moment he specified the engine. I grinned wildly at him, savouring the moment of triumph for a little bit before I said, “Is it a McLaren MP4-12C?”

Concepts, yes, were familiar to him, but he only heard scraps of conversation. “Bi-xenon lamps with pressurized headlamp washers, electric front and rear windows with one-touch up-down control, airbag monitoring system ARTS, ESP, CATS, DSC, Conti Teves High Performance, ACC active cruise control, trip computer, integrated navigation system with 7'' touchscreen…” “Damn! What are they talking about?” Michael commented out loud. “Are you playing a spy?” Alex said, just passing by. “How's that about what? About a new car from the jaguar stable.”

He dragged a sheet off a car shape in the far corner. A battered LandCruiser ute squinted back at them—white paint sunburned to cream, snorkel, bull bar, twin antennas. The tray was a plate steel custom; the suspension sat a fraction higher than standard, a quiet promise. Behind the seats a slim rack held a shorty pump shotgun and a road atlas with greasy fingerprints on the Brisbane page. “You kept her,” Jack said. “She kept me,” Bruno replied, popping the bonnet. The engine bay was a love letter: clean, black hoses, upgraded radiator, dual battery system with heavy cabling. He pulled a magnetized tray onto the guard and started swapping out a serpentine belt like a bartender refreshing ice

I don’t tell her I offered to drive not out of kindness, but because the adrenaline of seeing Arthur is making me jitter with nerves, and I don’t think I can sit still in the passenger seat. Still, there’s no arguing with Bess once her mind is made up. We buckle into her RX061924 model car, which for Bess’s homely and modest appearance for where she lives, this car is wildly out of place. This is the newest sports model car with the fastest werewolf engine. I strap on the seatbelt, which seems like a very pathetic defense against the speed and power of this car. I see Bess give an amused look out of the corner of my eye.

We have no choice but to follow to where he probably parked his car, then I hear a car unlocks. “Wow!” My eyes widen in shock. I’m literally drooling. I want to run my fingers in every inch of his 2019 Daytona Grey Audi R8 Decennium matte. The company only made two hundred and twenty-two units, and Pyke is obviously loaded to get a unit for him. The wheels were milled two-inch bronze to match the black front lip, sills, and diffuser. How did I know about cars? Well, I have a Bachelor in AET major in automotive designs. One day, I will design my own car, but first, I need to find a job to make my dream come true.

Alda got into Micheal’s car as Micheal had opened the door for her. Though Alda was a poor girl, it did not mean she knew nothing about cars. She could tell Micheal drives a Bugatti Chiron Super Sport 300+. As on a few times, she researched car brands on her broken blackberry. Also, because of the fact that she and her siblings would sometimes shoot their heads from their home trailer’s window and poke at different cars passing, claiming that it was their own. They could all tell the differences between passing cars and their brands, even when they have their eyes closed.

I say getting out of the car. “Alright, this way ma’am.” “What of this one?” I head toward another nice car. “That is a Signature Red Tesla Model X with 22-inch MX114, Forged Wheels and color matched windows.” Kevin smiles like he personally likes the car. “I like this one,” I take a closer look at the car. “It’s an SUV,” Ismail says poking his head out from inside the car. “Oh, I am not looking for an SUV,” I comment sadly. “Alright, what about this one. This is a 2019 Chevrolet Camaro 2LT 2 door Coupe. It has 275 horsepower and 295 rpm.” Kevin tells us.

The next day, I maneuver my luxurious Mercedes-Benz into the parking lot. As usual, it is the center of attention on the campus, with heads turning to admire my baby for the umpteenth time. Alongside Alpha Romero and Beta Jace's Cadillac Escalade and Maserati Levante Trofeo, my ride is the most expensive in the car park, but actually in the pack as well.

Luna playfully stated to her three months old daughter. "Honey, the car looks nice. What kind of car is that? How much is it?" Luna asks the alpha. "It is a Kia Carnival SX Prestige. It costs us $47,355 plus taxes and insurance. But it is really worth its price. Check the car out." Alpha suggested to his wife as he carries Selene. He wants Luna to enjoy exploring the mini-van. "Claire, let's go. I want you to see the car too." Luna invited her to get inside the car.