Kata Kata Di Kaca Mobil Novels & Stories

“Hurry before, your appa calls you.” Cass didn’t waste any time taking off once inside the car. Hae Mina looked out the window so he could not see the worry his driving caused. However, the view did little to calm her, as car after car darted past them and disappeared. How does he not get pulled over more often? Do the police fear his name as well? Seven more cars disappeared in the distance. Hae Mina took her gaze from the cars around her and looked at the distant scenery. It seemed to move at a less rapid pace.

Slowly, I pulled up on the side of the road next to her car. Not even turning off Thing, I threw open the door and waded through the muddy ditch to her car. Tears were already forming. Kat’s car had been run off the road. There were marks all over it where it had been hit and crunched multiple times. Her front tires had been flattened and I couldn’t even see the back end of her car since it had been deep in the muddy ditch. The scratched and dents were from a black vehicle, that much was easy to see.

Cat asked as soon as she was inside. " I tapered with his brake. " " Wouldn't it be obvious? " " Not if you don't go looking for it, I am something of a car freak, " Poison boasted as she drove off.

Kate The driver of the car stormed toward me, his face evident with anger. He motioned for me to roll down my window, but I sat still, ignoring him. “Hey! Get out of the car!” he yelled, slapping the hood. My jaw tightened. Who did this guy think he was? His car wasn't that hit, and it wasn’t like I rammed into him on purpose. I stared ahead, pretending he wasn’t there. But when he slammed his palm against my car again, it was as though he dared me to respond.

The wind whipped in from the car window, Paloma’s black waves flailing wildly around her face as she continued her scolding; Kate sinking further into her seat as if she were a teenager busted sneaking out at midnight. Propping her elbow against the door, Kate nestled her cheek into her palm, allowing her eyes to close while desperately attempting to tune out Paloma’s vexed jabber. “Are you even listening to me?” “No,” Kate admitted, head jerking as Paloma jolted the steering wheel to garner her attention. “Good God, are you insane?”

And Kate just realized that she had broken Jack's rules. After that, there was the sound of a car outside, and Kate saw through the window that Jack was entering the house and he was being pushed in his wheelchair by Gawali. Kate hit herself on the head in panic. She quickly threw away the remaining water in the glass and then Kate put the glass down. "Miss Kate, what are you doing?" asked Gawali when Kate had just finished putting down Jack's glass. Kate's body immediately stiffened, then she turned and smiled at Jack.

His eyes darted from one place to the other and landed on a black car that was driving slowly. The back window rolled down, disclosing Mr M’s smirk. •••

Thirdie and Kathalina sat at the back, watching the world outside pass by, the bright noon sun reflecting off the buildings and car windows. Kathalina kept her eyes on the window, her reflection faint against the moving scenery. Her hands rested on her lap, fingers brushing against the edge of the folder she still carried. The silence inside the car wasn’t heavy, but there was something unspoken there, something that lingered between her and Thirdie.

Lucas suggested, and Kate nodded with a hint of a smile. Before long, they were sitting side by side in the new race car, Lucas admiring the dashboard and running his hands over the steering wheel as he started the engine and smoothly pulled away from the circuit. He ramped up the speed of the car, driving like a man on a hunt. It was as if he had forgotten Kate was with him as he raced down the seemingly empty road, enjoying the ride.

Kate. Kate's figure got further and further away from her. The car gains speed quickly, entering the open road ahead. Her mother places a gentle hand on her nap. "We'll be okay." She says. Harlow couldn't help be feel dread like something was coming. And not in a good way. "I hope so."