Kars Novels & Stories

He must hate me now. I packed my bag, showered and put on nice clothes. Not long ago, Karish came knocking on my door. "It's time." he said coldly without looking at me. I followed him outside and he led me to the car. It was a Porsche Cayenne, it looked huge. He took my bag and the case with my dress and he put them in the trunk. I came in and waited for Herbert and Melissa with us because it was a big car. Still cold and without saying anything, Karish drove away without waiting for them.

It was the wild, synchronized war cry of three hundred wolves striking at the same millisecond and not the sound of a gun. A giant gray form leaped out from the shadow of a narrow fire escape, landing straight on top of the moving armored car's front hood. It was Kael in his great war-wolf form. His heavy paws hit the metal plating with a ringing *CRUNCH*, his long claws tearing through the steel engine cover like it was wet paper. He drove his large arm down into the machinery, ripping out the thick rubber belts and the main wiring harness with a single, violent pull.

Ignoring the gasps behind her, she then pulled the arrow straight up and out of Brand's back. "It doesn't look like it hit a lung, Alpha. His breathing isn't labored," Kelda announced calmly, taking a clean cloth from her pocket and pressing hard onto the wound to help staunch the bleeding. "Hold this tightly," she instructed, trying to grasp the young woman's hand to replace her own. The woman jerked back as if she had been struck by a snake. Kelda rolled her eyes. "Hold dette fast," she repeated in the old tongue. This time, the blonde nodded in response and moved her hands to the cloth.

said Andreas, stepping on the accelerator and driving off. "Andreas!" That brat! No wonder he ran off so fast! She’d known he had something in mind... Karsyn, fuming, turned around and saw that besides the low-key yet luxurious Ford, the only other car left in the garage was the cold and intimidating Cayenne. Ernesto was already fastening his seatbelt, his hand on the steering wheel. Before she could say anything, the passenger door was slammed open, and with a face full of irritation, Karsyn slid into the seat. "Take me home, thanks!"

Ella shouts back while waving wildly. Greyson picks his suit Jacket from his chair and go straight out. I am still in my PyJamas and cute pinks fluffy slippers. Greyson lift me so I can enter the tall car. "This car's particulary tall Grey Grey." I said my observation. "Because It's GMC hummer precious." I wait for Greyson to sit beside me and I said. "Hammer? The one that carpenters use?" I ask in confusion. "No precious. Hummer with a U instead of A."

Look closely at the black four-wheeled vehicle that you have seen for the first time. "This is a K series sports car, the latest release. Their company has only released two types of this type and they have not yet mass produced them. How can Young Master get this limited edition car?" Arsenio asked in surprise. It wasn't just Bastian who was confused, but Arsenio was just as surprised. In fact, he didn't even know that the car he got from completing the mission was a limited edition. Beyond initial expectations. "I ..." Arsenio held back his sentence. His brain immediately started spinning fast, looking for a logical reason to explain all this to Bastian, so that Bastian wouldn't suspect an

Fuck. She hadn’t seen Hades drive any of his exotic cars by himself, and this one… this collection looked new. She knew cars, and she knew this was a limited edition, a beast of engineering and luxury. The customized license plate, a bold, silver inscription, read: CROSSBEARER. He was here. She stomped through the drizzle and yanked open the passenger door. Hades was slumped back in the driver’s seat, looking like he’d just come out of a fight.

As he drove away from the university, a black Koenigsegg passed by, the sleek, multi-million-dollar car catching his attention. Kendrick glanced at the rearview mirror, watching the car slowly stop near the entrance of the school. The rear had no license plate.

Inside was a single sheet of paper. In bold black letters, it read: Some mistakes never stay buried. This is only the beginning. Ryan's heartbeat quickened. There was nothing else. No signature. No clue. No explanation. He folded the paper and slipped it back into the envelope. Whoever had sent it wanted him to know one thing. They were watching. The drive home felt longer than usual. Ryan kept checking his rearview mirror, half expecting another car to be following him. By the time he reached the house, the sun had already begun to set.

She said to herself finally. When she came down the panoramic glass elevator from her room, Kai was already waiting, watching her with a smile and as she stepped out, he gushed over how beautiful she looked and kissed her head. He stretched out his hand to take hers in it and she obliged. They walked to car they would be using and he opened the door for her, making sure she was comfortable in her seat before getting into the driver’s seat of his 1955 Mercedes Benz 300 SLR Uhlenhaut Coupe. Kai loved cars and he collected them. The limited ones, expensive ones, fancy ones, loud ones, comfortable ones, trendy ones. They zoomed off carrying a deafening roar with them as they drove.