Kars Novels & Stories

The ride back to the estate was silent, save for the soft sound of the rain showering against the tinted windows. Olivia sat rigidly in the leather seat of Victor’s car, her wrists still tingling from where the ropes had cut into her skin. Victor sat beside her, his broad frame tense, his fingers drumming lightly against his knee as if trying to cover the storm within him.

*Kelly* “Thank the Goddess,” I say. Cars are headed toward us on the horizon, and Eli has already received confirmation that they’re Mark’s warriors. They’ve come to meet us in some decent cars that won’t fall apart on the highway like this piece of shit is threatening to do with every turn. At least now Eli can make it to Rose in time. As they approach, I see that there are two cars, and one is a lot closer than the other. As it gets near, I can see why—it’s a two-seater sportscar, and it looks really fast.

About twenty meters away I spot them, or more to the point I spot him. Clayton Blackridge Alpha of the Lobo Sombra pack in his huge gun metal grey wolf. Standing to his right is a brown and grey wolf slightly smaller in height and not as muscular, possibly his Beta. My wolf starts stalking towards them and even though I am protesting she wants him. As I get closer he shifts back then the other wolf turns I realise he is giving us some privacy.

DALA Kai led me to the garage, and the moment he stopped in front of that car, I nearly choked on air. Sleek, low, and impossibly expensive, the sportscar shone under the garage lights. It had no roof, its black exterior polished to perfection, and the red leather seats looked almost too luxurious for a simple grocery run. I gawked at it, then at him. “Wait…this is the car you’re taking?” Kai shot me a questioning look, “Yeah. You want a limo?”

Someone in the crowd recognized the person stepping out of the lead vehicle and gasped. “How on earth is this nightmare here…” The person stopped in front of me, her voice ice-cold. “Which car did you want smashed?”

Three huge boxes which I had to say were quite not that extravagant knowing how Doria could be. “Where is the car?” “Follow me.” We - I struggled to the car. After dumping her baggage in the boot of the car, I jumped into the car knowing fully well all that would rid my brain through out the journey home was how to bring up the delicate matter. My mother was one hard rock but two, That was more than I could bandwidth. The engine of the car revved up and I proceeded to falling into my own wild thoughts as I created several scenarios in my head where I brought up the topic and how badly they ended. Not for me, but for Alva. The girl already had bad impressions about me, I was not about to veri

It’s Carl, my bus driver. “Kyaria, this is Carl. He drives the bus.” I say, introducing her. “Hi.” She squeaks out. Carl just looks at her and nods. I am sure I saw a half-smile on his face. I can understand why she was staring. Carl is very intimidating. He is a huge guy. He is bigger than Trevor. Carl has to be 6’11” and close to 300lbs of solid muscle. He can be scary as hell. Kyaria looked like a tiny ant standing next to him. Carl walked to the front of the bus. Kyaria went over and started getting her computer and camera equipment arranged. I wonder over and look at all the equipment she brought with her. I never realized that all this is needed for taking pictures.

"I'm so sorry, Scarlett." "It's fine. Let's get the operation started." Scarlett stepped in the middle of her friends as they headed toward the entrance, but they quickly turned around when they heard the roaring sound of a passing car. The three of them gasped as they watched the car pull into a parking spot. "Who is that?" "I have never seen that car in school before." "Wow. Koenigsegg Jesko Absolut. One of the fastest cars." Cornelia said. She is familiar with cars because her uncle owns a car business. "Let's see who that is."

Kendrick, deciding not to bother the two lovebirds on their intimate scene. Amidst the bustling activity of a spacious, well-lit garage, the Lourde Cars team was in the final stages of preparing their latest creation—a sleek, high-performance sports car set for a grand launch next month. The air was thick with anticipation and the hum of power tools as the team, led by D'Andre, worked tirelessly to ensure every detail was perfected.

So, she picked up the dog the day before I was supposed to move in. The day of the move in, well, instead of getting me & all my belongings, he got my karma card. My karma card is the justice tarot card, with a catchy note on the back letting them know that they've received their karma. She got her dog back, I got paid nicely, & he got his karma. I only take jobs that involve bitter break ups right before I skip town, because those are the nastiest kinds of jobs to take. But I mean, did he actually deserve the dog if he was willing to give it up for some broad?