Lightning Mcqueen Face Novels & Stories

As soon as I got out, the light flickered and vanished. "Took you long enough." A voice said at my side and I turned to see Ace leaning on one of the statues by the maze with his arms crossed over his chest. Was he waiting for me? Ace got up and headed in my direction. As soon as he stopped in front of me, I saw his face scrunch up in disgust as his lips drew back. "What is wrong with your face?" I touched my face consciously. "What about it?" "You look like you cried but you have a stupid looking goofy smile plastered on your face." He said and moved back from me like I was so disgusting that he could not stand being near me.

I guessed I finally got under the skin of William McQueen II. I stare at him in panic eyes to see a dark sneer on his face. His jaw clenched and his grey eyes are now black. There is a dare on his face and though there is unlikable anger in his eyes, there is something more than that, something that shakes me to the core. There is hunger, devouring hunger. "Would you mind repeating the last part of your sentence again?" Screw you?

Luna jibed, her annoying voice rattling through the booth and swathing the MC’s voice despite him having a mic, gaining our attention and those that were closer to the Z4 booth. “Isn’t it obvious?” She smiled a pearly wide grin that made her look like an angel. She looked around and when her eyes landed on me, it took all my willpower to stop me from spitting the orange juice onto her face. Apart from being huddled on Poseidon, her innocent facade just rubbed me off the wrong way, and I couldn’t sit here and pretend like I was happy breathing the same air as her. “What?” The annoyance in Elon’s voice was palpable.

He glanced at her, saying, "It's a McLaren F1." Her brows rose. "I heard of it once. It's a very powerful car." He smiled at her innocent curiosity, "That, it is." "How do you know Jackie?" She asked. "I don't." Her eyes narrowed. "What did you just say?" The tone of her voice caused his eyes to dart in her direction. She had a scary look on her face. "You don't know Jackie from anywhere?" Careful with his tone, he said quietly, "I don't."

he shouts. “I don’t care,” I say, stepping closer, my voice low and cold. “Now get out, and don’t let me see your face again.” He glances at Helena, clearly intimidated, and nods quickly. “Fine, just don’t cross paths with me again!” He storms out of the store, fuming. Helena and I exchange a look before bursting into laughter. That whole scene is absurd. Finally, we turn to get my car—a sleek, metallic Tesla with an elegant, futuristic design. Its exterior is smooth and streamlined, painted in a rich, deep blue that shimmers under the store lights. I run my hand along the side, feeling the cool metal beneath my fingers.

“I mean….right now.” For a split second, his face paled. It was subtle, but I saw it. And then, just as quickly, he masked it, replacing it with a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Are you that eager to whore around with that Lycan prince?” he asked, his voice dropping, his eyes darkening with something dangerous. That was it. I didn’t think, nor did I hesitate. My hand moved on its own. Smack. The sound echoed sharply as my palm connected with his face, the force of it snapping his head slightly to the side.

She knew exactly who the car belonged to, she could not forget watching it drive off that evening. The owner of the car stepped out, dressed in a designer suit, the same type he had on the last time she saw him. He closed the car door and leaned on it, looking as effortlessly cool as ever. "Are you busy?" He asked. "What are you doing here?" She countered, ignoring his question. Elena slowly made her way towards him, like he would devour her if she walked too fast. To her, Marcus was too intimidating, and it was hard to know what he was thinking. She remembered her mother telling her that those were the most dangerous men to deal with. In her head, she nicknamed him Poker Face, but that woul

The car, a Bugatti, was filled with his scent. How lucky I am to become a baby mama to this handsome god, I felt proud of myself and for once, I appreciated the night we shared. I stared at his face from the corner of my eyes. He wasn't smiling, he only kept a straight face. Always on a stern expression, always a straight face. His facial expressions and moods are very hard to understand, tell, and predict. As the engine revved back to life, so did my pussy. As the engine vibrated, so did my clit throbbing with blood.

With a smooth, hydraulic hiss, the dihedral doors of the McLaren swept upward like the wings of a bird. The interior lights flared on, illuminating the custom black leather and blue stitching. The engine hummed to life, a low, throaty growl that vibrated in the soles of my feet. The paparazzi went wild. Flashes exploded like strobe lights, blinding and frantic. "Miss Mercer! Over here!" "Look this way! Is it a gift? Who's the benefactor?" "Lexi, move out of the shot!" I ignored them all. I looked over my shoulder at Maya, who was staring at the open car door with her mouth hanging open, looking like she was about to faint.

he groans. "Fuck!" he exclaims, kicking at his tires. He complains while I stand with my eyes pouting as they are slightly swollen and red. I look from him to the parking lot around us. The McLaren I just stepped out of nothing compared to the line of supercars spread out before me. I see Lamborghini's, Ferrari's, several Bugatti Veyrons, and surprisingly even Mustangs?...