Lightning Mcqueen Cruz Ramirez Novels & Stories

"What the hell?!" Matthew leaned forward, squinting at the screen in disbelief! "That's... that's a McLaren! A few hundred thousand-dollar car!" "How?!" Ramon exploded, his face flushing red with rage and confusion! "How does that worthless piece of trash have a McLaren?! Where did he get that kind of money?!" Debra stared at the screen, her expression unreadable but her eyes sharp with calculation! A McLaren. Maxwell was driving a McLaren! Just like everyone here she was in shock too.

Cruz's face was now contorted with rage and his eyes were burning red as he continued to grit his teeth, thinking of the most hurtful words to say to Jessica and he chuckled devilishly when he finally found the words, confusing Jessica briefly. "Who I'm I? You're curious, right? Then I will tell you. I'm Cruz Westham. The first son of Andrew and Rose Westham who was found to have an IQ of 192 after a few tests. I became the youngest CEO at the age of 22 and became a world-famous and sort-out surgeon at the age of 25. My net worth is over $500billion." Cruz bragged.

Are there other persons as well that are coming? As they stepped out of the jet, she saw that a red G350 Lamborghini was already waiting for them. She looked at Zach but he wasn’t looking at her. Aramina was getting irritated by his warm and cold attitude, this weirdo treats her like a baby, then ignores her but she was still grateful to him, he had saved her from being homeless.

and any later was “rude to Coyote.” The matte-black ’70 Chevy pickup (now affectionately nicknamed The Ram) had been magicked into something bigger on the inside than physics allowed. Back seat folded out into a full couch. Lucian’s dragon form could fit in the bed if he curled tight. Celeste’s hoverboard charged off a blood-crystal in the glovebox. We packed like we were running from the law (because technically we were): - Remy: baseball bat, three changes of Lakeside Rams gear, a cooler of sweet tea strong enough to wake the dead, and a photo of his grandmother flipping off a “No Indians” sign in 1952.

In comparison, Hudson's Audi A8 was barely worth mentioning. Under everyone's envious gazes, the Joneses got into the luxury car. Even though Lana was a little unhappy about giving up one of her gold bracelets, she savored her relatives’ jealous glares. Before this, she always had to keep her head down at family reunions. Now, she could finally stand tall. It felt great! Everyone got into their cars. Quentin drove a BMW 5 Series. Ruby's husband, Brody, drove a second-hand Accord, and Yash drove an even older Toyota Camry. The other cars were all inexpensive SUVs or sedans.

Jeremy didn’t linger after storming out of the boardroom. He bolted for the private garage under Cali Solar, boots hammering the concrete, fury driving every step. His two Italian beasts waited there—prized machines parked like royalty: a Ferrari 812 Superfast, red as spilled blood, and a Lamborghini Aventador, black as midnight.

"In lane one, we have Viper in his modified Dodge Challenger! Lane two features our returning champion, the mystery racer known only as Black Red! Lane three brings us Nitro in his souped-up Mustang! And in lane four, we have newcomer Phoenix in what might be the fastest BMW we've ever seen on this track!"

His eyes sparkled brightly. Hearing the chatter of the genius child, Ben, who was walking over, smiled faintly. "Do you like this car?" "Of course! This is a Pagani Huayra with 850 HP! There's no need to doubt its aerodynamic and suspension capabilities. And look how dashing this car is!" Louis ran and touched the front of the car with great care and admiration. "There's chrome-molybmun in here!" "Chome-molybdenum, Louis," Emily corrected, making Ben widen his eyes.

“Because we found someone better to train you.” Liam wrinkled up his tiny nose. “Don’t you like Beta Ryder?” “I do, but I liked it when you trained us better.” He looked at her, and his eyes widened slightly. “Have you seen Zeta Luca?” “I have. Why do you ask?” “I was wondering, since he is a superhero, does he have a cool car like the Batmobile?” “Well, he has a Dodge Challenger Demon. It’s a pretty cool car.” “Do you think the Zeta would let me ride in his Demon car?”

she cried out and turned away, tapping Ruby, who was oblivious to what was happening to get in the car Zak arrived at the scene, the air was thick with tension and he was stunned by what he just witnessed, just smiled to himself and drove Ryan’s car, a Ferrari 812 superfast out of the way. Ryan’s face remained vain, invisible to sentiments, Zak caught some secret glances at him smiling to himself. The drive back to the Alvarez Mansion was a quick and silent one…it was the distant sound of the birds chirping that echoed through the cool night air.The slow RNB music playing off from the sound system in the car was a perfect distraction from the silence.