Novel & Cerita Marble Falls Used Cars

she said after a short pause. I laughed at her stupidity and pushed her out of the way, almost causing her to fall down on the marble tiles, but lucky for her, she managed to catch herself with her hands, unless her face would have kissed the cold floor. I took my time and decided to choose one of Ryan's less conspicuous cars, as I did not want to draw unnecessary attention to myself. It was a Mercedes-Benz; this car was dated a few years ago, while the rest of Ryan's cars were exclusive to him and custom-made especially for him. The other cars that were not cars were so rare that there were only three of them in the entire world.

"No thanks, I'll drive to work." The butler unhurriedly took out a set of car keys. "The Chairman specially selected the latest models of Maserati and Porsche for you. They're placed in your garage. He has also ordered a few models of Lamborghini and Ferrari from Italy, which will take a few more days to arrive, so he asks that you temporarily make do with these." Stella widened her eyes in awe and was left speechless. 'Wow! Uncle Marcus pampers Jenna so much that driving these cars worth millions of dollars is considered having to make do?!'

Detroit ~ The sleek black Rolls-Royce pulled up to the grand steps of the Marbella Auction House, a local landmark for opulence, scandal, and secrets. Cameras clicked nonstop as elegant bodies walked down the aisle. And suddenly, everyone froze. Even time obeyed too. It wasn’t the car that drew attention. Everyone present had one. It wasn’t even the timing. Many arrived late for obvious reasons – to steal the show. It was the plate number. WEST. It wasn't supposed to be at a place like this.

I frowned. “What do you mean?” Gilbert burst out laughing. “You really have not heard? After you left, Joseph took on several more high‑end custom jobs. So far, he wrecked three luxury cars. He bricked the ECU on a G63 while flashing new software, cracked the chassis on an R8 during a suspension upgrade, and tore apart the interior of a Maybach without being able to put it back together. “I do not want to imagine how much Draven paid. Everyone in the car community is talking about it. They are calling Starry Auto a graveyard for luxury cars now. Anyone who takes a car there is asking for trouble.”

My problem was standing twenty feet away near the marble fountain. Marcella. She was wearing a standard silk gown from the Westview boutique district. It looked like a rag compared to the liquid moonlight on my skin. Her fingers were wrapped around a crystal champagne flute so tightly her knuckles were dead white. "Look at her," Cooper said softly. "She looks like she wants to drink your blood." "She can try," I said. I turned my body slightly, forcing the sea-star diamonds to catch the direct beam of the moonstone ceiling. The reflection hit Marcella straight in the eyes. She flinched. Her face went from pale to a mottled, ugly purple in a fraction of a second.

It was her first time there, and the sight of it left her in awe. She was greeted by an array of limited-edition sports cars and luxury vehicles from renowned brands, including the esteemed Bugatti La Voiture Noire, Pagani Zonda HP Barchette, and Maybach Exelero. It was evident that Marcelo had a preference for Rolls-Royce, owning models like the Phantom, Boat Tail, and Sweptail. Each car gleamed under the lights, ready for the road, unlike the typical collector who might keep them as mere showpieces. From the functional garage space and burnt marks on the tires, it was evident that these cars were all used but not abused.

Tracey looked snappily at the cheating couple. Mable walked toward them unhurriedly. “Thinking of backing out? Not so fast.” She vowed to avenge Tracey and would not let them off so easily. Naomi looked coldly at Tracey and Mable. “I’m backing out. What can you do?” Then, a black Maybach suddenly sped over from a distance. “Fuck, the Maybach Landaulet, with only 20 units worldwide! Who is it?!” “As far as I know, only one person in Richworth drives that car…”

Simple door in worn wood color. Marco is waiting for Jazzy, when Jasmine is beside him, she reached over to the doorknob. "Are you ready?" The door opened, Jasmine's eyes widened, her mouth open, amazed and bedazzled. There are more than ten supercars parked in a row, Marco's garage is more like a luxury car showroom. "Wow ... Are you a collector? Or a showroom owner? Aren't - are you buying and selling cars?" "I modified it, none of them are original from the manufacturer. I bought the car just for my hobby... I love modifying expensive sports cars."