Kinnporshe Novels & Stories

Kaelen had added a custom weapon rack and a reinforced chassis for high-speed extraction missions. For Lena Petrova, a Porsche 911 Turbo S 'Oracle'. A classic silhouette in a brilliant sapphire blue, it was equipped with a long-range, multi-spectrum sensor array hidden within the bodywork. Lena’s car was designed to be the ultimate information-gathering tool, capable of intercepting and analyzing signals from across a three-mile radius.

"How is this possible? How can it cost so much to repair a car?" Quincey zoomed in on the repair bill, carefully counting the zeros after the numbers. Selene couldn't believe it, either. She even suspected that the message wasn't from Pierce but from a scammer. Pierce's car was a Sweloria brand named Kronensieg. It was a bespoke sports car with only one in existence in the whole country. Most people wouldn't recognize it because it was so rare.

Pakin’s P.O.V “That’s him, isn't it?” I narrowed my eyes at the silver 2020 Porsche 911 GT3 RS parked in the shadows of the stadium parking lot. “Chai.” One of my closest male friends, Tew, nodded in agreement. His gaze, too, was fixated on the luxury supercar. I couldn’t blame him; it was a pretty sweet ride, though I wasn’t all too impressed, considering I had one of my own.

The famous silver lady proudly stood on the hood. The wheels were intricate silver spirals. Inside, the seats were upholstered in soft, gray suede and glossy black wood. It was the most beautifully strange car I had seen yet. Then I saw it. On the rear deck, just below the window, were my new initials written in thin, shiny silver letters: K.E. for Kora Ellison. “Mr. Aldwin had already purchased and reserved this model before you came into the picture, but he had it personalised yesterday. It came in handy as the perfect gift for you,” he said.

Seconds later, a sharp, metallic-grey Porsche sedan glided to a halt behind him. The door opened, and Kany stepped out, looking absolutely stunning in a tailored midnight-black jumpsuit with a dramatic gold silk cape. She posed for the flashing cameras with calm, effortless poise, holding a sleek gold clutch. Rather than rushing inside, she paused near the top of the landing, waiting to enter the venue together with her team. Finally, a custom black Maybach glided to a halt at the foot of the stairs. A hushed, electric anticipation rippled through the press line.

S H E S T O O D A few feet away from the tall mound of stone and marble that cast a shadow over her from the setting sun. For an unknown reason, Natasha found herself visiting that place more than once in a week, just to let out the day's weight and gaze upon the twenty-foot statue of the Blue Streak which captured him in a sprinting position and the large lightning bolt emblem plastered to his chest being the only thing that had color as a blue glowing lamp enclosed in a glass case was attached on top of it, highlighting the emblem.

Well, that was until Kenzie was with me at least. There was a newly released Rolls Royce Phantom, 1968 Ford Mustang Shelby GT500, 1969 Dodge Charger RT, 1949 E90 AJS Porcupine motorbike that was damn near impossible to get since there were only four ever manufactured, and an Ecosse Founder’s Edition Ti XX motorbike. “That one is the pride and joy of the garage,” I said, pointing to my red and Koenigsegg Agera R. “Fuck, Bel. That’s a sexy beast,” she sighed approvingly while looking over the car.

Jerk. He drives the car like it’s his second skin. It isn’t hard to tell that he loves this car. It doesn’t take long to reach the steakhouse. When Storm parks, I think I destroy my ripped skinny jeans along with my underwear. He parks beside a bright orange classic Ford Torino Cobra, which looks to me like a 1970 model, it’s gorgeous. I’ve always had a thing for classic cars. What I’m not expecting to see is the shiny blue Ford GT sitting right beside us and next to it is a metallic cherry red Porsche 918 Spyder. Those two are some of the world’s fastest cars. I’m gobsmacked.

But this beautiful scene was ruined by the laughter of the people next to it. At first, Kerenza was angry, but then she was amused by Bertha's words. “Only rely on you?” After speaking, she unconsciously turned her head to look at the car logo on both sides of the storefront, it was Porsche. After completely determining that it was impossible, Kerenza laughed even harder. “Bertha, where is this place? If you are the owner of the Porsche 4S store then I am the owner of the Ferrari store.” Ryder also felt that this was fake, so he laughed along with Kerenza, his eyes looking at Bertha became more and more casual.

“And no, it wasn’t Max. He meant to intervene but turns out he didn’t need to. Should I tell you all why? Or do you already know?” “Stop!” My mother strictly said. This is how she sounded when she berated us. Kent’s smile grew further up his cheeks. He looked at me, then came closer to examine me. His dark eyes followed my body, up and down. “Plain. Simple. Nothing extraordinary about her. Nothing like Marianna.” He stopped in front of me, his eyes reading mine. He searched for a few seconds, not sure what he was looking for, but I was being taken by their color. They weren’t fully black. It was almost like they had a hue of red in them. This was the first time I had seen a werewolves—a male