Novel & Cerita Lightning Mcqueen Face

"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.

“That felt good! Haha!” Looking at Xavier stumping on his feet from her rear mirror, Monique could not help but laugh out loud. Her face was simple and naturally beautiful, her brows thin and refined, her nose straight and delicate, her skin fair and silky. Her face was small and beautiful, with a charming smile. She did not want to stay on for too long, in case Xavier became irrational and damaged the car, then she would not be able to repay even if she sold herself.

Why does that make me feel some type of way? I get outside and find a guy I have never seen before standing near the Mercedes Sebastian gave me. He is buffed up and full of tattoos. He has a scar running down from his brow, right through his left eye and down his cheek. Ending just a few inches on top of his mouth. With that scar he looks like the character Scar from the lion king. He looks pretty scary. He smiles at me which takes away a bit of the scariness. At least he has a good set of white teeth and his smile is warm.

Monica muttered in annoyance as she looked down and checked her car's wheel again. "Ouch! Do I have to call the garage again!" Monica ruffled her hair into a mess. After a few minutes, amid her confusion, a dark blue roll royce wraith pulled up beside her. "Need some help?" The stilted voice caught Monica's attention and made her turn her head, confirming who the voice's owner was. Her facial expression instantly turned sour when the handsome yet flat face was all she saw. "No need!" Monica replied curtly while turning her cute face away.

just to make sure. He thumbs up. "All good, dude." I nodded and got into my McLaren 570S car. I immediately started the engine while the door was still open. I saw on the other side the mayor's son grinning like a did a dog at me. 'Smile all you want, fucker. That''ll be your last ' I said to myself.

Author's POV ~ Scarlett’s face was a mask of fury, her voice raw with emotions. Her question hung heavily in the air, leaving them speechless. Hector, the one with a scar that ran down his cheeks, went mute, his eyes narrowing as he stared at Scarlett with an unreadable expression. The plump short man, Marcus, who stood beside him, looked away, a sly grin on his face. Their silence was unsettling but Scarlett wasn't bothered. She was unfazed. All she needed was an answer to her question. An answer to the promise Jasmine made to them and why they had agreed to work with her?

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.

My eye bright d I huff a smile. “Always have a smile on, it makes you look make beautiful” she adds. I wonder how she always manages to stare at myself because I Know how bad my face and I wouldn’t feel ocomdortacle strong at it in close range for a long period tkrmbut h always does it.

I questioned. “We’ve lived together for years, so I guess they are already used to it” “If you can’t tell us apart, I can get my ears pierced, I don’t want you to mistake me for the nuisance sitting beside you” “You should be glad you were born with my face” “It’s my face, you dummy” I chuckled. Who the hell argues for ownership of face? Matteo stopped the car in front of the pack house while Marcus and I alighted from the car, he went to park the car at the parking lot.

He starts the car and drives off with the memory of Mary McQueen’s face in his mind; her smile in the face of death. First Frank McQueen and now his wife, all because of me. Rachael; will she die because of me as well?