Motorcity Novels & Stories

Raúl I park in front of the house, on the other side of the driveway, and watch in front of me a row of cars much better than mine, probably my teammates' cars. I look at those cars, and I remember Tomás saying the other day, in the locker room, “You need to change cars, this one has done its job. You need a more powerful and more attractive car, my friend!” I don't see a problem with my car, but according to Tomás, it's already old and doesn't attract women. I have a great passion for this car, I bought it when I signed my first professional contract, and besides, the woman I want doesn't seem to care much about it, so for me, it's just a big nonsense, but for my colleagues of club seems to

The next day, I maneuver my luxurious Mercedes-Benz into the parking lot. As usual, it is the center of attention on the campus, with heads turning to admire my baby for the umpteenth time. Alongside Alpha Romero and Beta Jace's Cadillac Escalade and Maserati Levante Trofeo, my ride is the most expensive in the car park, but actually in the pack as well.

Henry*** The night air was electric as the growl of engines shattered the silence. A fleet of sleek, armored vehicles snaked through the dense forest, their headlights cutting through the shadows like blades. At the center of it all was a black Rolls-Royce, its polished exterior gleaming ominously under the pale moonlight. The vehicle was a statement—a declaration of power, wealth, and unshakable authority.

Next to her car was Mitchell's black Mercedes G-class Wagon, followed by Yuriko's bronze Maserati MC20 and rounded up with Tanya's electric blue Aston Martin Valhalla. "I guess you're right, Oliver. QS Holdings has to step up its image." said Lorraine, in awe of her own McLaren. "Well then, shall we head to Metro Motors?" asked Oliver. "Absolutely. We have a meeting with Sharon..." replied Tanya. "... and a certain blood sucking tick to eliminate from OneMedia." added Yuriko. "Let's roll, team." said Mitchell.

The garage was enormous, a brightly lit cavern with mirrored walls reflecting the gleaming machines within. Six exotic cars, sleek and menacing, sat like sculptures under the spotlights: a midnight blue McLaren P1, a gleaming silver Lamborghini Aventador, a stark white Ferrari 812 Superfast, a dark green Aston Martin DB11, a stealth black Bugatti Chiron, and a vibrant yellow Porsche 911 GT3. Two powerful, almost alien-looking motorcycles – a Ducati Panigale V4 and a Kawasaki Ninja H2 – stood proudly on custom stands. As Hades parked the Mustang, he revved the engine, a raw, deafening roar that vibrated through the concrete space.

Shut it. If she was going to take this deal, it wouldn’t be tonight. And it damn sure wouldn’t be because I handed her a contract while she was still bleeding. The engine roared softly to life. 8:41 PM – Parked Outside the Musk Hotel, Upper West Side The drive uptown was smooth, almost too quiet—like the city was holding its breath with me. No jazz. No news. Just the occasional honk, the drone of tires against wet asphalt, and the distant hum of lives being lived on floors above.

The air around her is always very happy. They talk with each other and they smile together. Sitting in the car, Nina Morrison's eyes is full of wonder when she looks at the street view outside. "Sunny, C City has changed so much, I can hardly recognize it!" While driving, Sunny points the roadside scenery to Nina Morrison, "How about that? It's not worse than New York, isn't it? Well, that is the CBD core, and Peter Johnson's Middle Course Entertainment is there. The tall white building next to it is the building of Gray..." After finishing this word, Sunny suddenly bites her lips, and then she peeps at Nina Morrison.

The ride took a while as I hummed to the pop music playing on the stereo to keep myself from worrying about anything relating to Scott. I took a deep breath when I spotted Lewis Motor Company building, it was impossible to miss, a towering glass structure with sleek black panels and silver accents that gleamed under the morning sun. The company’s logo, a silver "L" shaped like a racing track, was mounted boldly above the revolving doors. Expensive cars lined the driveway, and a large water fountain in front of the entrance gave the place a luxurious edge. I got out of the car and walked towards the building, the moment I got into the lobby. The receptionist, a redhead lady looked towards my

Maddox had been in one hellacious mood since he'd married Vivienne. Maddox had taken to working later than normal and then coming in earlier. If he didn't slow down, he was going to crash, and then I would have to deal with the company on top of what my uncle wanted. I just couldn't understand why my uncle had beef with a mobster in LA. Reaching my vehicle, I opened my door and slid into the leather seat of my midnight-black Rolls-Royce Wraith, bringing it to life. As I put the car in gear, it purred, and I peeled off the curb. I had to make sure I didn't stand out in this part of town. For as many mobsters as there were here, they all drove expensive cars, other than the redhead.