Novelas y relatos de Lightening Mcqueen

Despite my efforts to push him from my mind, his captivating presence lingered, igniting a newfound attraction within me. Glancing into my side mirror, I noticed a sleek black Lamborghini trailing behind me, its presence stirring a sense of unease within me. I had glimpsed the car earlier, parked near Grace’s house and then Lora’s, but its persistence now raised suspicion. “Who the hell is that?” I pondered, slowing down to assess the situation. The car remained steadfast behind me, its persistence sparking my curiosity. Remembering my father’s words—“Be as wise as the serpent, or you’ll get yourself killed”—I nodded in acknowledgment. “I’m being followed, interesting,” I muttered to myself,

Quincy White. That name had once filled her with so much warmth and lighted her up from the inside, but now, it was all it took to plunge her mind into dread, fear, and maybe, even revenge. Quincy had been the light of her world, her little ray of sunshine, and her personal cheerleader. She had loved everything about him and she couldn't imagine her future without him.

it lighted the way for a while before returning everything back to darkness. Most members of the pack didn't drive. Except the rich. Phyna was certainly on that list.

, he says. “No way”, says Liam. “Pink Lambos are super rare”. I handed him my phone with a picture of me in the driver's seat that Meme took. “Can I drive it”? I just shrug, “I don’t care. I like Spin’s McLaren better anyway”! “Whaaat?”, squeals Liam like a schoolgirl. “How rich is this guy? He looks like an ordinary ass bum”! “Now you see why I went through the extremes I went through to stay hidden”, I say quietly.

"Fucking stay away from my wife, you dirtbag! Stop pissing me off!" "Mordecai…" He grabbed my hand and pulled me along. "I am sorry, Mr. Timberlake, please don't let this affect your donation to the children!" I shouted. Cai got to his yellow metallic McLaren MP4-12C, opened the door, and pushed me inside. He slammed the door shut and stomped around.

I smirked looking at him and I took a step back turning my body around to look at his other cars. I unzipped my leather jacket and took it off leaving me in my white cropped tanktop. I put my leather jacket on the table and walked towards the violet limited edition McLaren. Apparently McLaren only produced 5 of these and Alan has one. "Beautiful, isn't it?" He asked and I nodded. "Beautiful and I guess you were my opponent at that time." I said as I walked to the car door checking what's inside. "You want to ride it?" He asked and I stood up straight shaking my head.

he kissed the tip of her and nose. She wiped her tears with the back of her hand like a seven years old ready to learn how to ride the bike again. “Thank you” she whispered. She woke up inside a bubble. As she roams her eyes, she founds a woman with full battle gear. Then there they were standing so close to each other as the number of shadows keep piling up. “I didn’t know that your taste of fashion had changed” the woman said “This is just a new skin protection against someone whose fashion had been lost in the depths of the dead sea” Lalaine said pointing at the scale like chest plate and fur plated boots. That doesn't really make sense for her

She was always ahead of time. So was she today. To her, punctuality meant 5 - 15 minute before the decided time. The buzzing designing office settled down sensing her arrival. She was seen as a heartless figure by her subordinates. Her 16-inch long wavy jet-black hair was only meant for her, her black pupils hid the unknown giving out no clue of anything. She wore no expressions, the only thing she wore was confidence. She wore it like an armor which made her aura strong and unique.

his voice was so loud that it almost broke someone’s eardrums. “There is a new market in town, Sir. They offer a lower price and the same effectivity as ours—” “And what the fuck does that company’s name at?” “Lightning. It was not the actual name but only a logo. And they called it Lightning, Lord Damon,” “And so? Do I look like I ducking care if they sell cheap and had the same effectivity as ours. Then do your fucking job!! I didn’t hire you for nothing prove me wrong that you can still bring back the lost money,” he paused.

"Mr. Lloyd, regardless of what he's done to me, here I am, standing right in front of you, aren't I?” "However, if you don't let me inside soon, I might just end up freezing or starving on your doorstep." In a flash, he reached out and yanked me inside. Caught off guard, I stumbled, nearly falling, but he caught me by the waist with his other hand. Then, right next to my ear, he whispered, "You've gotten so much thinner."