Novel Cars Novels & Stories

“Come. I’ll loan you my car.” Confused, I followed her through the archway leading away from the foyer. We strolled through another set of hallways until we reached a door opening to a massive room with an extensive amount of rides, from bikes to jeeps, off-roads, and luxury cars. Walking behind Nolani, I held my mouth closed because I was practically drooling over the expensive cars I only see in showrooms. Maserati, Ferrari, Bugatti, Bentley, and we halted in front of a Manganese Luster Lexus LS.

One of the officers looked at me and said with a frown, “For intentional destruction of private property, you’ll need to come with us.” I smiled calmly and pulled out a document. “Destruction of private property? I never did that.” Then, I looked directly at Liam, making myself clear. “The car is mine.” Amidst the chaos, I opened the original purchase order and payment record for the vehicle in front of the camera. “Take a good look,” I said. “The car belongs to me. What’s the problem with smashing my car?” Even the police seemed stunned by the situation. They immediately contacted the manufacturer to verify ownership. Once it was confirmed, the way everyone looked at us changed.

Suddenly, the roar of powerful engines slices through the air, cutting off the conversation. Dozens of high-end cars flood into the main parking lot, stealing the attention of every guy standing near us. All eyes go wide at the sight of Ferraris, Lamborghinis, and Aston Martins gliding in like a private parade of wealth and dominance. “Fucking hell,” someone mutters from the back, lighting a cigarette. “That’s the new V500!” another exclaims, pointing at Daniel’s gleaming new ride.

Roman grabs the pizza box from my hand in his left hand and then my hand in his right and guides me to the door. He directs me to what I assume must be the garage. Although it doesn’t look like any garage I've seen before. It looks like an auto store where luxurious cars are sold. I don’t think I could name or even count all the cars parked here if I tried. There are SUVs and sports cars, vintage-looking cars probably a few hundred years old. Damn, Leo would give up his entire savings and Playboy and porn magazines to see this for himself being the car freak he is. “Is that a… pink Ferrari?” I ask out loud, stunned.

“Simple things. They must have taken down a low-level werewolf with minimal combat experience. Let's just kill them.” “I understand, sir.” Franz nodded. My eyes closed tightly, and I rested my tired body in the car. I can be relaxed because the car I'm riding in right now is a special type, and there's only one in the world. Cars with top-level durability, high-capacity engines, bullet-proof glass, and wheels that cannot be shot at or scratched by sharp objects. The main thing is that it provides advantages, namely being a long barreled weapon that can shoot at close or long distances.

Dante, Nico, and I stood on the pier, watching cranes lift each one, sleek, bulletproof monsters disguised as luxury. Dante’s hand rested possessively on my lower back, his fingers tracing lazy circles through my silk blouse. “These are gonna bleed the buyers dry,” Nico said, grinning as the last car, a matte-black Mercedes G63 AMG, touched down. “Voronin outdid himself. Every spec’s top-tier, armored glass that stops .50 cal, self-sealing tires, the works.” Dante nodded, his eyes on the lineup. “Get them to the showroom, caro. No scratches.”

Chapter 10 Myra stepped out of her sleek, black sedan, a reflection of her hard-earned success - a shiny Mercedes-Benz E-Class. She had worked tirelessly alongside Augustine for nearly four months, and her dedication had paid off. The hefty paycheck she received allowed her to indulge in luxuries she had once only dreamt of, including this impressive car.

She went into the garage and looked around at the array of cars. She would never be able to break into the luxury cars the Alexakis rode in. She had ridden in some of those in the last two years. They were bullet proof and impossible to steal. Rome was still shrieking, and despite the heavy downpour she feared they would soon attract all the attention at the mansion. She hurried and instead began to look into all the SUV’s that their guards rode in, hoping to find even one with a starter button.

She rubbed one eye with her fist while clutching the hem of her pajama top with the other. Logan, ever the cautious one, stayed half-hidden behind my leg, peeking out at the scene like he was assessing whether this was a dream or a trap. “Are those… real cars?” he whispered, staring at the row of oversized, brightly colored toy cars. They looked just as identical as the real cars. Ferrari lookalikes, shiny blue Lamborghinis, three Range Rovers that looked exactly like Dominic’s favorite car. “Who are these from?” Lisa’s voice broke through my thoughts.

Nathan can only be mine. In the garage, Hilda had her mouth wide opened as her jaw nearly dropped down the floor. Like what the hell? There was Ferrari, a Lotus, a Lamborghini, a Rolls- Royce, a Maserati, a Maybach, a Mercedes and a Porsche. All of the latest model. The cheapest car in the garage was the Ferrari and Maybach. Where as Nathan would be using the Maybach so she was left with no choice but to go for the sports car.