Motorcity Novels & Stories

After the torment and surprises, I had inflicted on her all morning and afternoon, she had a newfound fantasy of any foe constantly underestimating her. Nix smiled at me, though he wasn't sure what to think of this new Ruby. "We have Alpha Mike and Beta Trevor staying overnight while discussing trade. They are a neighboring pack with whom we get along well. They should be here shortly," he explained. Nix sighed in relief, wrapping his arm around my shoulders. "Apparently, we have been taking those truffles you keep finding to the auctions, and they are fetching very high prices because they are so rare at this time of year, and the fact that we have sold over a dozen in a few weeks is attrac

In the neighboring city, Moonshine. Just like SunVille, the whole city was bustling already. The city has lots of tall buildings, hotels, and companies scattered around. Five cars drove towards the biggest entertainment car. Everyone's attention was drawn to the expensive-looking cars as they passed on the highway. As the cars pulled up before the large company, the guards hurriedly opened the door to the car in the middle of the five cars. The people around felt an invisible force push them back as a black expensive shoe stepped down from the car.

I repeat in a voice that sounds high-pitched and twitchy. "Whatever you say." His response only makes me twitchier. Regret swamps me as he tows me through the parking lot until we arrive at a sports car. My gaze licks over it before one brow rises. "You own a Shelby Mustang?" Surprise flares in his eyes as a slow smile spreads across his face. "Pure Detroit muscle, baby." He strokes a hand gently over the exterior. Clearly there is a real love affair going on between them. I almost smirk. Maybe I don't have anything to be worried about after all.

32 ****Maurice's POV**** The view I met when I got back to work a week later made me stop right in track. Outside the building of Venus Group, was a white 2018 Honda Accord designed with white ribbons neatly crossed at the middle, and tied in a bow at the handles and plate number.

Miami sights fly by—pigeons in formation, women stuffing shopping bags into the flashy interiors of expensive cars. We’ve driven far from the quiet suburbs into the luxury city vibe. Again, I wonder just what his plans are. Where he’s taking us. I don’t have to wonder for long. Then I behold the prestigious matte finish of the high-rise we’re approaching, and my breath catches in my throat. No way. My nose nearly touches the glass as he pulls into the parking lot of PRISM. Its bold, chrome lettering gleams in the harsh sunlight, black glass lining the intimidating structure in twin strips.

TIME: 10:00 HOURS. LOCATION: SECTOR 4, "AETHEL-MOTORS" PREMIER SHOWROOM. ACCOUNT BALANCE: 62,000 CREDITS. The smell of new leather was intoxicating. It was a rich, chemical scent that signaled status, safety, and separation from the filth of the outside world.

The headquarters Hazel had mentioned was a car workshop in the middle of the city, bustling with the constant flow of traffic. The name of the workshop was clearly displayed on the outside. It looked normal, with rows of rims, bottles of oil on the walls, and a service bay. Two workers were busy with a motorcycle and waved a greeting when they saw Hazel arrive. Evander still couldn't believe what he was seeing. He had imagined the headquarters to be a building like a police station or something similar.

VERONICA The engine of the midnight-black BMW M4 roared like a caged beast as I tore down the highway, the city skyline blurring into a streak of darkness behind me. The car was a "welcome to the team" token from Christopher, delivered to the firm's parking garage right before I left. It smelled of rich, pristine leather, high-end engineering, and the unspoken promise that I belonged to them now.

Casey exclaimed, pushing him away. Suddenly there was a loud screech, like nails on a chalk board, as something was being dragged along the side of the vehicle. “Whoever that is, is dead”, Bryce declared. No one messed with his truck and gets away with it. He got out of the vehicle and glared at the long thin scratches that had ruined the paint work. He then heard a movement behind him and turned around only to scream.

Mike POV Beta Malcolm has been driving for a while, but he still won’t tell me where we are going. However, we are now in the city. I have tried several times during our trip to get him to tell me where we are headed, but he just won’t give me any information. The car finally slows down in front of a large office building, and he turns into the parking garage right next to it. The building says SM Companies. Is that where we are going?