Phantom Black Car Novels & Stories

When the final bell rang, the trio walked out toward the driveway. "Come on, Ethan," Anna said, jangling her keys. "Kristen and I live in the same estate now. We'll give you a ride and you can tell us everything." Ethan opened his mouth to agree, but the words died. A sleek, jet-black car looking more like a predator than a vehicle slid into the driveway. It had no license plate. In its place, bold silver lettering read: BLACKWOOD. The college students at the driveway were all staring at the sleek expensive car that drive into the college grounds, they wondered who was getting picked up by this expensive car .

None of the hitmen could bear his attitude. Right before they pulled their trigger… Vroom! Vroooooom! Loud noises of a motorcade, consisting of expensive cars, came closer. The leading car was a Rolls-Royce Phantom and the number 8 on the car plate caught much attention. “Stop!” an aged but dignified voice thundered. All the hitmen were surprised. They looked at Randal, waiting for his next order. Randal looked at the Rolls-Royce Phantasm. He raised his hand, signaling his hitmen to stop.

Xavier hurriedly ran towards her, then said, "Can I have one of the cars before you go crazy with them?" She gestures for him to follow her to the underground parking lot where there are almost 50 cars in total. "Pick the car that you like, and I'll bash the next one beside it," Latton yelled at Xavier. Xavier glanced at the different luxury cars in the parking lot and was thinking of getting a sports car, but when he got in the Mayback Exelero he found it small as he couldn't properly move his legs. After hours of searching, he chose the Phantom Mansory Conquistador, and beside it was another Rolls-Royce Phantom which Latton started hitting with the golf club. Although Xavier is aware of wh

Black W to the second ring. She was so nervous to even pick it up and she stares at it till it rang out without picking up. Just then, a car honked at her from afar, and her phone picked up ringing again. She turned around swiftly to see a rolls-Royce parked at a little distance away from the school. She recognized it to be Black’s car and she froze up in fear. When she failed to pick up the call, a text came in immediately. “This is not the time to be scared of my calls, I am right here you can disappear if you want to”

But before that happens, I'd like to tap that fine nyarsh of hers and if I'm lucky I might screw the b-tch (laughs) Queen" You're one sick B--STARD! Joker "(laughs) You're just sore that I'm not pinning for you. Diamond " Quiet you two. There's someone coming. Queen " Wait o.. Is that..a...car? In that sudden moment, A brand new Mercedes Benz charges at high speed towards Diamond and the others. Seeing that the car was heading straight towards their direction, the mercenary group disperses in different direction trying to avoid getting hit by the car.

The breath-taking model of a deluxe masterpiece of car, painted in Belladonna Purple, reflecting every ray of light hitting its immaculate surface, creating natural sparkles, with one command of its driver, parked itself in front of the building. The force of so-called guards, looking more like bodybuilders, covered in black suits and loaded with hearing amplifiers and best fighting skills, shielding the entry, within point seconds drifted from the state of attention to the state of alert. One of those all-in-black dressed massive figures held the back door of that car, for a very obvious reason of opening it.

They were so deep in the conversation that they almost missed it— SCREEECH! A loud sound of tires skidding onto pavement jolted all three boys to full alert. “What the hell was that?” Lucas sat up straight. “New vehicle,” Graham said, typing rapidly. “Camera Four—switching angle—parking lot east side—” A sleek, matte-black car had come to a hard stop right beside Ethan’s car. The door flew open, and out stepped a tall, lean figure. His black leather jacket clung tightly to his broad shoulders, and his dark hair moved with the wind as he walked toward Ethan.

My coat caught the wind, black fabric trailing behind me like a second shadow. My Bugatti sat at the far end of the block, parked where streetlamps barely touched it. Custom matte black finish. Reinforced windows. Magic-proof. Runed tires. I slid into the driver’s seat and closed the door with a dull, satisfying thunk. Silence. Just me and the hum of something shifting in the dark. I leaned back, exhaled, and stared at the city skyline. Lights flickered through buildings. Neon signs pulsed. Music echoed from somewhere down the block.

Outside, the black Mercedes was parked right where Lyla had noticed it earlier when she sat down. Compared to the sleek silver Aston Martin, this car seemed far more discreet—so low-key that when she first saw it last night, she never would have connected it to the flamboyant, arrogant Carlo. “That car?” Carlo’s eyes remained fixed on the spinning washing machine drum as he shrugged casually. “It burned.” “You’re talking nonsense again!” Lyla muttered under her breath, flipping the pages of her book with exaggerated force.