Kata Kata Di Kaca Mobil Novels & Stories

Maunawaing untag ng ginang. Tumango naman siya rito saka tumingin muli sa tinawag nitong Carrot. "Hoy, baklang mapanghusga masyado sa kapwa. Sa pagkakaalam ko ay nasa pedestrian lane ako, so dapat lang ikaw na driver ang mag adjust ng pagmamaneho mo. Ang lakas mo kayang magpatakbo! Hmp." Umirap siya rito. Napapaawang ang bibig nito. Nakita pa niya ang panlalaki ng mga mata nito nang magsalubong ang mga mata nila sa rearview mirror.

Her eyes darted around for a moment before she noticed the parked Bugatti at the side of the road. "Go in, Katrina. We don't have time" She raced forward and as soon as she entered the Bugatti, the door slid closed and the vehicle was propelled forward at high speed. "Oh my God... Oh my God!" I could hear Katrina's scream over the phone. "Katrina, are you alright?" "I'm not," There was panic in her voice, "Did I enter the wrong vehicle? Who is this masked person in black?" I sighed realizing what Gloria meant by they work in the shadows.

Frank ignored her and stared outside the window. That was when two blue Kawasakis came bounding down the road, pulling up alongside their Range Rover. Then, the riders both whipped out hammers and struck the car windows before speeding off. "Are you crazy?!" Sadie snapped, while flooring the gas pedal and attempted to chase the riders. By coincidence, they were in the city center, where the roads were congested. The Range Rover was a lot less agile here, while the Kawasakis were soon going to disappear from view.

People rob that stuff in movies. Kallen watched the road in front of us and let out a deep sigh. “Eh, not material things. More so-” Suddenly a large figure leaped out onto the gravel road in front of us, headlights bouncing off of its dark color, and Kallen cursed as he tried to miss the figure, hitting the tail end of it, and the truck rolled; the ice sent the tires off the road and down to the ditch - everything happened so fast that one minute everything was normal and the next I was sent out the window.

The driver unlocked the car and Kate wound down her window. “Do you want to come with us or do you want us to make you?” The man said mockingly as he stared at Kate intimidatingly. “What do you want?”

it's just an admiration without a ticket. "No, you can let me go, or else—" Let's go back to KTV. Some things can be good, some things can't stand. "It's too late, it's not yours!" "... how do I know that time will be so tight." "To shut up!" "...!" shameless bastard! Alice wanted to cry without tears. The car is affixed with a black film with high security. People outside cannot see the movement inside, but the people inside can see the movement outside clearly.

They were excited to relax and finally enjoy their purchases. Lara expertly manoeuvred the car through the maze of vehicles, her eyes scanning the road ahead as she navigated the bustling traffic. The sound of honking horns and the occasional siren filled the air, blending with the excited chatter of Isabella and Carlos in the backseat. Despite the chaos, Lara remained calm and focused, her hands steady on the wheel. With a confident turn of the indicator, she merged onto the main road, seamlessly blending in with the flow of cars. The city stretched before them, its towering buildings and flashing lights a testament to its vibrant energy.

The rest of the journey was undoubtedly quiet, not a sound to be emitted aside from the sound that the vehicle emits, the occasional honking of vehicle horns and the busy roads of the city. Crystal kept her eyes by the window, her eyes lightly gazing over at every single detail that could pass her peripheral vision. It was with a bit of difficulty, especially when the man’s stoic expression was visible in the window’s reflecting tint. The man not seemingly to be bothered by anything at all. His eyes were focused up front, as if watching the man driving in front, eyeing his every move.

I flashed him a breathless smile and jumped in the back. As he pulled off, merging into the mid-morning traffic, I opened up my bag. "I hope your suspension is good," I joked as I unscrewed the mascara wand. "Best in the city, love," he chuckled. Applying mascara in a moving vehicle is an extreme sport. It’s essentially Russian Roulette for your corneas. I braced my elbow against the door handle, mouth agape in that universal 'mascara face,' and carefully coated my lashes. By the time we pulled up outside Fandangos, I had managed to apply a full face of make-up without blinding myself or looking like a racoon.

“Aakil reported a road incident involving you white an unknown white car. Was that another case related to the Cato mafia clan?” There was silence. “You are the underboss; how did you approach the incident?” I heard Callan’s voice, the only one that broke the sudden silence in the room. “The Cato family doesn’t attack in broad daylight unless they are using explosives. An attempt to crash the underboss’ car would not be possible. They just don’t have the guts to do it.” “But the car was white, based on the details reported to me. Their family doesn’t have any mobiles other than gray and black. Only one of them displays arrogance to parade a latest model white car.”