Novels About Cars Novels & Stories

“No.” I shook my head. “I’m bringing my cars!” “Three.” “All of them.” “Three.” “They’re all family.” “Aiden.” “They’ll be scared if I leave them.” “My garage is big enough,” Rhysand said with infuriating calm. I slowly turned toward him. “Do not support their union.” Aiden patted Rhysand’s chest. “Uncle Car gets it.” “Uncle Car is actively looking for death.” “I want the graphite one, the red one, the blue one, the little one, the police one, the one with the noisy wheels, the Ferrari, the one the T-Rex rides, and the other one doesn’t have a name yet because I’m still figuring out its personality...”

And Noah’s car? Yeah… his car screams "stinking rich" in every possible language. The thing practically glows and looks like it costs more than my entire annual salary. Maybe even two years. Hell, maybe three. Researchers don’t drive cars like that, not unless they own the research company… or invented a cure for death. I quicken my steps, praying he walked away the moment I did. The car rolls closer when the driver sees me. I open the door and slip inside faster than I ever have in my life and only then do I breathe.

The driver smiled silently and thought to himself, "I'm afraid that day will never come." Cecelia smiled at the driver and did not answer. He frowned slightly and said, "Uncle driver, don't you believe what I said? The Presidents in novels are all obedient. As the saying goes, novels come from life. Although novels are mostly made up, they still have to be believed." Seeing Cecelia getting more and more energetic, the driver hurriedly said, "Miss Shayne, it's getting late. Go upstairs and have a rest. I'll go first!"

And Noah’s car? Yeah… his car screams "stinking rich" in every possible language. The thing practically glows and looks like it costs more than my entire annual salary. Maybe even two years. Hell, maybe three. Researchers don’t drive cars like that, not unless they own the research company… or invented a cure for death. I quicken my steps, praying he walked away the moment I did. The car rolls closer when the driver sees me. I open the door and slip inside faster than I ever have in my life and only then do I breathe.

It was yet another reminder that the Bonavichs family's wealth extended beyond traditional investments, and they found success in a variety of unexpected ventures. The car garage was like a paradise for automobile enthusiasts. Each car had its own story to tell, and Harrison shared those stories with me. It was a fascinating journey through the world of automobiles, and I found myself captivated by his passion. We inspected various vehicles, from compact models that promised fuel efficiency to larger, family-oriented cars designed for comfort and practicality. The garage was meticulously organized, and I could tell that Harrison took great pride in the presentation of his cars. Harrison's kn

Books replied taking the car keys from the table as they got out of the apartment. Books slowly drove through the the quiet streets of Ikeja as no one or vehicle could be seen as they cruised in their red Honda element car. Rich kids right? Yes they are. A brief history about them would be done in the next episode. "I don't see anyone" Bolaji said as he broke the long silence between them in the car. "this gives me the creeps" Suddenly their car went tumbling due to a great force brought upon it and it crashed on an electric pole.

I scramble for my bag, wanting nothing more than for the rolls Royce to get off the property. “Hold on.” Cary thrusts a catalogue into my hand. “What’s this?” I told it up, staring at the exotic cars adorning the front page. “Why are you giving me a book filled with cars?” “Because it’s about time I got you a ride of your own,” he says. “You should go through the catalog. Pick whatever you like.” A car. Something tells me this catalog is full of luxurious and ridiculously expensive cars. And now, Cary wants to buy me one.

Today I must confess, both my intelligence and strength failed me but my luck shone brightly. I climbed down into the underground house. Two luxurious cars were parked in it amongst other things. “Wow! This car is machine men!” Tino exclaimed. Gold and other valuables I saw but nothing I really needed could I see. Even the documents of the cars and the documents for chief’s dirty deals all vanished. Nothing personal of his could I see too. Nothing that even claim he really owns the damned cars and gold. I got so frustrated I roared, picked a rod and smashed the windows of the cars to pieces.

Five. Six separate convoys of cars, each with the same cold, calculated elegance. The kind of elegance that made your stomach drop and your blood run cold. Matte black vehicles, long and sleek, but not like anything out of a dealership. These were older—classic bodies reinforced with something that shimmered unnaturally in the estate lights. Reinforced for war. Armored with spells.