Lightening Mcqueen Novels & Stories

They immediately stepped aside so it can pass through. Faye whistled. “Never thought being a priest pays this good tho.” The McLaren stopped midway in front of the church, its door opened and a hot, gorgeous Lucas stepped out. His dark hair and skin glistened when touched by the sunlight. He was wearing a tailored-fit navy suit with its sleeves rolled up and a tight-fit white shirt underneath hugging his muscular arms and barrel chest partnered with a black slacks and Oxford shoes. He took his square aviator sunglasses off as he walks toward the two stunned women.

and the crowd slowly parted, before they cleared the way. Just as they did, a bright blinding headlight aimed directly at me. My arm went up reflexively, and I covered my eyes with the back of my hand from its blinding glare. Slowly, I adjusted my vision to see past the light. On a red limited edition, Buggati sat a figure with his one leg propped on the hood. On his upper body was only a white singlet, exposing his bulging muscles while his jacket rested at his side. The light flickering from the cigarette that was dangling in his fingers made him appear as a bad boy who had walked out of a novel.

Keith clicked his tongue as soon as he realized the presence of a car watching them from a distance. Looking in the rearview mirror of his Maserati MC20 Nero Enigma, he counted three cars following them at the same speed. His eyes then glanced briefly to find Marie, who was still sleeping in her seat.

I quickly took a shower before getting dressed in a crisp white button-down shirt, I left the top two buttons undone, enough to keep it effortless but not careless, i paired it with a dark jeans, spotless white sneakers, a glinting silver chain and my newest collection of Rolex watch. I took all the important stuff I needed before heading out of the house. I decided to go with a sport car today just for the vibe, so I went with the McLaren 720S. ——— “Sir, Mrs Love is here and she has requested to see you.” “Did she tell you why she wanted to see me.” “No sir.” “Alright, let her in.” I drop the phone in my hand while slowly dreading this so called meeting. A few minutes later, a knock came th

Drones hovered above, catching every movement. But everyone turned when someone arrived. I believe it must be the infamous Jules. Silver McLaren Sabre. Chrome trim with black spoilers. The engine sound was so deep it made the air feel heavier. He stepped out like a ghost in steel. His helmet mirrored mine, faceless and unreadable. He didn’t look at me, not directly, but I felt his attention like static on my skin.

"Ancient history. Let's just exchange insurance information and be done with this." Melissa stepped forward, one hand on her slightly rounded belly. "Actually, Amber, could we maybe—" Before she could finish, I pulled out my phone. "I'm calling Mason. He can handle this properly." (Melissa's POV) I couldn't take my eyes off Amber's car. The limited edition Midnight Racer with its custom detailing and midnight blue finish—I'd seen the catalog in Ethan's office. Only twenty had been made worldwide, and Dominic Blackwood had purchased one for his Luna.

He decided to avoid him at least until he had calmed some. He was well on his way back to his bedroom when a knock on the door got his attention, The flaring of his nostrils took in the familiar sweet scent of hormone-induced slick from an Omega's heat mixed with the scent of pricy cologne as he ventured toward the thick heavy door and opened it. The familiar pale face behind shimmering glasses and a platinum blonde pixie cut had been none other than Owen Clark who seemed to be in dire straights.

Lara breathed, removing her hand again. But before she could move away, Meghan tucked her arm chummily into hers so that they stood side by side. “What do we look like together?” Meghan giggled. “She’s so small, Chris!” Christophe strolled forward, dark and devastating in an off-white dinner jacket. His golden eyes burned as scorchingly bright as flames, a tiny muscle pulling at the sensual line of his mouth. Lara sensed his faint tension but his slanting smile was a masterpiece of cool.

“God, have you seen an even sexier guy before? Jermaine is cute but it’s Zaine that’s the best looking brother. Too bad he’s a few years younger than me.” “He’s younger than you? With his height I figured he was older than you.” “No, he’s actually your age. Sad, I know. Oh well. He is one hell of an artist.” She didn’t say anything else. She just wanted to be out of her sister’s grasp. It felt as if she was being smothered. Michelle let her go as soon as she seen a sparkly top that she just had to have. Their dad scowled at the top, it was too short and glittery. He spoke up trying to put his foot down. “You can not have that shirt. It’s to glitzy and revealing.”

Metis said, "But I have to remind you, the functions won't be as good as--" "I know." Erebus simply said. "Of course, my Lord." Metis made no further protest. Of course he knew. He was the mysterious legendary racer, Silver Lightening. He went to all kinds of top races around the world, but he always keeps his identity unknown. He just wanted to be himself somewhere, and he chose the nickname other werewolves gave him as a joke that only he knew. He was also the Silver Lightening there, not just to werewolves.