Kars Novels & Stories

I greeted. Vin’s POV I found out that the car was hired, but that day, the car was snatched down the alley, no CCTV cameras were there. They just committed a meticulous crime. I was lost in my thoughts until Kayla’s greeting, we both entered the investigation room together, I am sure that there must be a loophole.

I guess he knows the two of you very well if these are your dream cars, Brain said trying his best to sound calm and legit. I guess that makes sense, Thandi said calming down. S’bu did know their dream cars and they were out of the country the past month, Human Resources department would not have gotten hold of them. The cars did have a very small JC logo at the doors. Thandi wondered how much profit JC was making if it was buying such luxury cars for their managers. Please sign for the transfer of the vehicle to your care, Brain said handing a pen and papers to both of them and left soon after that.

I know I can. Kian turns the car into our driveway and the doors to the garage swing open. I immediately spot a car I haven't seen before, it's hard to overlook it to be honest. It's a fully restored, bright orange American muscle car and it screams compensation. I chuckle and contemplate to who that car might belong.

he said and approached Sarah. "Are you in a relationship?" I asked him. They were both taken aback by what I said. "No," Sarah said. "Soon," Carlon added, smirking at me. "Sarah just wants to check if you have brownies today," carlon said. "I still have a lot. How many do you want? Also, I have cookies here. same price." "Cara, I'll buy one oatmeal cookie. I want to taste it," Carlon said. Even though he's my brother, he still needs to pay, and I don't think he has a problem with that. I know that he knew this was a business.

He was at a car parked behind them, talking with a couple of guys. Bhoomika sensed something strange. Something wasn’t right. For a fleeting moment, she hoped that she wouldn’t have to regret the hasty decision she’d taken. As she watched on, the guys stepped out of the car, handed a stack of hard cash to the tall, handsome stranger and approached the vehicle she was in. Tears sprung to her eyes as she realized the horrifying truth: she was a fool to have trusted him. ***

As we got to where Tyson was taking us, I was met with the sound of short shouts, slashing and clanging of metal on metal with a few lots of Mavi’s training left and right in the field. Some were fist sparring on the right side of a field, some were target practicing with bows and arrows, some used their elements to shoot the ragdoll. On the other side of the field, there were sparring with wooden swords, beside them – a short fence divided them and few Mavi’s were sparring with real swords.

“I can see now why we rented a car.” “We rented a car because Bruce took our only transportation. Do you have one we could have used?” I asked. “I own a car,” Garth replied, “but I wouldn’t drive it over these shit roads to the top of a mountain. I can tell you that.” Magdalena grinned, “Garth’s baby is a Lamborghini Gallardo Bicolore.” “Whoa!” I exclaimed and let out a slow whistle. “I’m impressed.”

The three cars were all luxury cars. The leading one was a red Ferrari, the one on the right was a Ford Raptor, and the one on the left was a Mercedes-Benz G. With Yang Xiao's eyesight, he could tell at a glance that all three cars had been modified, and their explosive power was amazing. At the edge of the crisis, Yang Xiao did not hesitate. She quickly hung up, stepped on the gas pedal, and turned the steering wheel. The Beetle, relying on its petite body, shot out of between the red Ferrari and the Ford Raptor.

She fidgeted in her seat, her eyes darting anxiously to the entrance each time someone walked in, her heart leaping with false hope again and again. Until finally—A man in a tailored business suit entered. “I’m sorry for the delay,” he said, approaching the officers. “The boss is currently in a meeting. I was sent as his representative.” Belle looked up. Her heart sank. It wasn’t him. “This is the CEO’s black card,” the manager explained eagerly, showing it to the man. “We recognize it anywhere. Only a few people in the country own one. Yet today, it was used by… her.” His tone carried thinly veiled disdain.

The meeting was at 8 that means the race will start at 8. I showed my id to the guards and they let my car in. I drove directly to the place and saw 4 other cars already there. Kiaan's car is red, Arjun's car is grey, Dhruv's car is blue and Hredhaan as usual black. I parked my car beside Kiaan's. He rolled down his window and said. "You are late as always." and I rolled my eyes. He was right I was the one who used to get late at every meeting.