Kinnporshe Novels & Stories

I picked up a polo to wear and shivered at the vivid memory of the dream I just woke up from. The image was still still as clear as day. A burning car.... The screams, still ringing in my head, as if it was just yesterday. Agonizing screams of my parents and the king, cries of a new born baby as they all burned to nothing, along the car they were riding in. It is 18 years already. But that experience is something I can never forget for the rest of my life. Not just me, but the four princes who lost just as much as I did.

"This is the Pommel Fly 3000. It drives so smoothly that the driver feels like he is flying." I stare at the little car in disbelief. Does the man really think we can fit into this thing? "And this one." He points to the car next to it. That one is a deep bronze, ripping with power and beauty. "This is the Pommel Ginger, one of our top-of-the-line vehicles." Xavier stares at the Pommel Ginger, examining it carefully. There's not much room in this one either, and it's a convertible. It almost draws too much attention, clearly not for someone who wants to be noticed.

Jesus, she is intoxicated. "What pictures, Kar?" Everyone of us is curious now. Thank god we're the last table left in here tonight. "In my head...you're Porsche, the Lambo, then the Aston Martin, the Dodge Charger, and then comes...." She bursts out laughing again. "You know all lined up with the.....oh my god, I'm dying." She's gasping for air again. "All these amazing sports cars, and then there's this tiny Vauxhall Corsa in the line, best as centre piece." Honestly, I think she might suffocate any second.

"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."

"I'll also need you to change that very car to a less expensive car. These cars here will draw too much attention." For three were three already parked cars before the house, a Bugatti Chiron, a Lamborghini Veneno and a Koenigsegg Agera. "Oh..." Gen thought of which of the cars he could help Natasha change. He said, "I'll change the Koenigsegg Agera to a Ford Focus if that's okay with you?"

Dante, Nico, and I stood on the pier, watching cranes lift each one, sleek, bulletproof monsters disguised as luxury. Dante’s hand rested possessively on my lower back, his fingers tracing lazy circles through my silk blouse. “These are gonna bleed the buyers dry,” Nico said, grinning as the last car, a matte-black Mercedes G63 AMG, touched down. “Voronin outdid himself. Every spec’s top-tier, armored glass that stops .50 cal, self-sealing tires, the works.” Dante nodded, his eyes on the lineup. “Get them to the showroom, caro. No scratches.”

Immaculate. "Oh," Theo said softly, from somewhere behind me. "Oh, that's—" "Yeah," I said. I moved to the next one. Lifted the cover. A 1969 Porsche 911 S, the kind that looked like it had been designed by someone who understood that beauty and function were the same argument. My father's handwriting on the tag: *Bought in Stuttgart. Cried a little. Don't tell Audrey.* I laughed before I could stop it, wet around the edges.

What's wrong with Shin? * To Be Continued *

Jo announced and without waiting for approval, she went to Mike’s Corvette. Mike followed her in silence. He didn’t trust her and was planning to jump in the passenger seat. Just when he reached his ‘precious baby’, he saw several cars standing next to his Corvette. Mike was speechless. In close proximity to his car there were standing: a grey Porsche 959, blue Ferrari Testarossa and yellow Chevrolet Corvette C4. Three excellent sports cars; classics which could develop tremendous speed without any problems. ‘What the fuck is that?’ He was truly terrified.

he said. "what car are we using" I asked still wondering on he intends sneaking us in without people noticing. It would be wrong to steal the show from the organizers. I mean with our influence,looks, money and all, we can make the other guys green with envy. I use a Pagani Zonda HP Barchetta and apart from its super fastness. It's also super magmatic. It drags out girls from whenever they are to itself.