Kars Novels & Stories

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.

Kova sighed and removed his phone from his jacket pocket and started to type something on his, "What are you doing ko?" "Well we can't stand here for an entire day looking at this search, we have to take this car to a garage, remember we have to give charlie this car by evening, so I'm reaching the garage near me on g****e" Kova explained while scrolling on his phone and Vanessa was just standing and looking at him, "Well there is one name CAR-WASHING-ROBO nearby, well let's go there" kova and Vanessa walked and settled in the car while bucking up their seatbelt. "From when you become this smart KO?" Vaness asked.

Kit turned her hand palm up, and Tom saw a stylized heart of two crossed crossbows on her wrist. Daryl Dixon is cool! she stated uncompromisingly. Thanks Tommy, Reedus' autograph is amazing! Satisfied so pleased! “Kid, you’re completely crazy about The Walking…” Lou muttered. - Don't be jealous, fool, I love you too... - Too?! And they went into a completely stupid bickering and lisping for prying ears, completely forgetting about those present. The bus pulled into the parking lot in front of the concert hall and finally stopped. The door opened, letting in fresh sea air.

They could easily pick up on something if the vehicles were to close together. In order to limit the chances of them being seen, Kara had given strict instructions to Paulo not to make the cars the same. The one she was riding in was an SUV, the second car was a Honda while the third was a benz. They all were very different and it would only take the smartest of them all to know that they had the same agenda- destruction. ‘’I want to take a one way Diabla, there’s traffic up ahead.’’ the driver of the car said.

Alarick asks for help from the standing employee on the side. The man just stares at both of them. He was like assessing something. "That black car you are referring to is a Kia Carnival SX Prestige. It costs more or less $47,400. We will not allow you to do a test drive here before you pay for the car." The employee seems to be so arrogant to them. "Of course, we will buy the car before we drive it. We just need to know more about the car so that we can assess it before purchasing." Alpha replied to his arrogance.

“And now she’s curious.” Dante’s nostrils flared, fury battling the satisfaction in his eyes. He leaned forward, voice low, venom curling around each word. “You should’ve spoken when you had the chance. Now you bleed for every second you waste.” Marcini panted, pain breaking his bravado. “I...I can’t give names. You don’t....You don’t know what they’ll do-” My pistol angled again. A silent gaze. “Cars!” he blurted, spit flying with desperation. “He deals in cars. Limited editions...imports....racing machines. Anything with wheels that can be flipped for millions.” His hands trembled as he tried to prop himself up, blood smearing across the tiles.

“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.”

-ADRIAN POV- I've built my career on the principle that control is everything. It's the only thing that separates the people who succeed from the people who get swept away by circumstance and emotion. Control is knowing exactly what will happen before it happens. Control is building systems that work regardless of external chaos. Control is keeping the world at arm's length so nothing can touch what I've carefully constructed. And I'm very, very good at control. Which is why the assignment Marcus just handed me is simultaneously the most strategic opportunity of my career and the most genuinely irritating thing that's happened to me in months.

... The app's icon was stark: a black square with a blood-red hourglass, twisted and ominous. I tapped it, and the screen filled with a chilling black-and-red interface, radiating menace. Riccardo stared, his pupils shrinking. At the top, a countdown pulsed: 69 days, 23 hours, 59 minutes, 42 seconds. Targets of Misfortune Transfer was the head. Below were the 100 IDs I'd chosen: KeyboardFury, NetJudge, GossipLover...

“And no, it wasn’t Max. He meant to intervene but turns out he didn’t need to. Should I tell you all why? Or do you already know?” “Stop!” My mother strictly said. This is how she sounded when she berated us. Kent’s smile grew further up his cheeks. He looked at me, then came closer to examine me. His dark eyes followed my body, up and down. “Plain. Simple. Nothing extraordinary about her. Nothing like Marianna.” He stopped in front of me, his eyes reading mine. He searched for a few seconds, not sure what he was looking for, but I was being taken by their color. They weren’t fully black. It was almost like they had a hue of red in them. This was the first time I had seen a werewolves—a male