Movie About Possessed Car Novels & Stories

Why do i always have a reason to apologies to him at every given moment, i reasoned on my head. A limousine was already waiting for us as we stepped out of the airport. Welcome sir , Matthew , i learned to be the driver’s name greeted taking the bag from Damien. Have you informed the maids of my arrival,? Damien ask the driver Yes sir, everything has been arranged to your taste and the master bedroom has been aired, he replied I knew my boss was rich but i never knew how much. We entered the luxurious car with all the goodies i could ever dream of, a mini bar by the side and a sit to die for. Way better than any have ever sat on.

But that bastard was ready for me. "Boss, thought we said we'd wait till the party. Why'd you go tonight?" Alvin sounded disappointed, and that hurt worse than my ribs. "Thought tonight was perfect, but that asshole was waiting for me." Winced when Alvin put a bandage on my forehead. "He burned my car. My fucking Maserati. I'm gonna burn him the same way." Watching my car go up in flames still made me want to kill someone. That car cost me more than most people make in ten years. Now it was just scrap metal.

There was no point fighting it anymore. I slipped the phone under my car seat and stepped out to meet Francisco. The moment my car door shut, Francisco’s demeanor changed. Gone was the desperate urgency from his phone call. Now he looked predatory. “Is the car being tracked?” he asked. My heart began hammering against my ribs. The casual way he’d asked the question, as if GPS tracking was something he’d expected and planned for, sent ice through my veins. “No,” I lied. Francisco smiled. He pushed past me to my car, running his hands along the bumper.

A man who had bought me at an auction and called me a ward and told me not to settle into his house. I brought myself back to reality. He was not human. He was not kind. He was not safe. Whatever I thought I saw in his eyes, whatever warmth I imagined in the way he looked at me, it was not real. He was a devil. And devils did not love. They only possessed. The drive back to Vercelli was silent. He sat across from me in the car. His hands were still bloody. Dried now, cracking on his knuckles. His shirt was torn. There was a cut on his forehead that he had not noticed. Blood had dried in a line from his brow to his jaw.

She could hear footsteps approaching, and she let out a sigh of relief. Samantha glanced at a car with its door open. Additionally, she caught sight of the car's owner, who had his back turned and his phone resting on the passenger seat. She approached slowly and quietly, slipping inside through the open door. Samantha made her way to the backseat and concealed herself. She felt the door being closed, and the person walked around the car before getting into the driver's seat. Shortly after, she heard someone approaching the driver's side with the window open.

I was dragged into a moving vehicle. My arms were tied behind me, I tried my best to wiggle out of them, but it was useless. It was too tight. I screamed on top of my voice, but nothing happened. I kept on kicking and tossing, but my captor was determined. My heart started beating so fast. Is it Kay? What at all does this psychopath want from me? I realised that the car had come to a stop. A pair of arms grabbed me by my shoulder and started pulling me, so I walked. I was forced to sit down, and I felt them tying my legs to the chair.

The girl in front of me looked better than the one earlier had, but she was still a nameless nobody. I had no idea where to even park at the club so I called an Uber to pick me up. Lucas had always driven us to the club and well he could park in the back or wherever he wanted to. Me I would end up getting my car towed or possibly stolen. My nerves were so bad I shook the entire way to the club. My driver had tried to make small conversation but he quickly gave up and just drove. As he pulled over to let me out I had half a mind to tell him to turn around and take me back home but I opened the door and quickly got out before I could change my mind.

The universe had finally started moving after sleeping for eons and my pet is the catalyst. Zarek pulls another projection onto the table, grainy surveillance footage flickers to life between us, static hissing across the image. We are looking at the crossroads in front of the estate gate. It’s just an empty road, until 15 seconds in a sudden distortion tears across the screen before the entire feed dies. “That’s the moment her signature vanished,” he says. I stare at the frozen image. Hours. She’s been gone for hours. Val, my pet, my property with her foul mouth and bruised defiance. She who fights, and spits and can survive anything. Val standing in the garden with tears in her eyes becaus

They looked strange to me and I found it hard to believe they were real. I was afraid they might turn out to be very dangerous as well- that's why. Maybe I was right cos I heard them talk about stealing our car. "I think the owner just got an accident."one of them said after seeing mom's blood on the road. "Then we should take the car."another one suggested which made my heart pump so faster than ever. "I hope you haven't got what happened to Henry. The guy almost lost his life because of something like this. I'm not with you in this."

There only God can help her by crushing this car with something and killing everyone in this car including her. Her wish was granted by God or the devil no one knows, their car collided with another car which was coming from the opposite direction, but strangely those goons didn't see any car was coming or they wouldn't have taken their car on that side, it was like an invisible car, suddenly appeared just in front of their car. And "Boom". Smoke and fire started on the goons' car where the other car's front part was broken. It was well just like before. Isabella fainted from the shock of the collision but for a few seconds when she opened her eyes she found everyone was dead, the head of on