Phantom Black Car Novels & Stories

“Don.” Bianchi’s voice pulled me from the spiral, and I sucked in a sharp breath. “Yeah?” I responded, forcing my voice steady. He nodded toward a sleek black car that had just pulled up across from us. Tinted windows, engine cut, but no one got out. Suspicious, too perfect.

"That is a Bentley flying spur, I got it in a red colour I didn't want it to be in the dense colour as the other one." Kevin added, he took the last remote on the rest and pressed it, another car honked besides the ded car, it was in grey. "That's a Rolls Royce phantom." Kevin explained again, Crimson was shocked and she could not stop staring at him then the cars with her mouth wide open, she obviously lacked what to say. "You got those for me?" Crimson asked again to be sure she was not dreaming, Kevin nodded with a chuckle as she ran towards the cars and touched each one of them, feeling them in her hands as if they were something she could eat, she didn't talk, she just checked them out.

“You should get one too; for a men in black session.” “You are always bluffing in serious situations.” Lance said and grinned. “It keeps me from being afraid.” John replied and smiled. Lance patted his shoulder and turned to Evans “Evans, can you remember whether the car was brand new or old.” “It didn’t look old, but I can’t say whether it is brand new or not. It had a lot of smoke coming out of it, you see.” “John. That is another point to note.” Lance remarked. “We must look out for a Black BMW which releases smoke.”

I fumbled with my hands, my heart pounding in my chest as I waited my turn to shake their hands, ready to make a really great first impression. It was at this point that the second car sped into the compound right after the first. It was a Bentley with the same all-black color as the Lambo. My nerves bubbled with even greater excitement I could tell that the elusive phantom doctor was right inside that car. "It's happening," I whispered, and I could hear Zoey's gasp after I said that. The same doctor that half the country was yearning to see her face was about to emerge right before my eyes. I tried imagining what she would look like.

The black SUV. It was a Black Range Rover. Top of the line. Idling near the hydrant. This was a neighborhood of dented Toyotas and rusted-out vans. This car was sleek, shiny, and Terrifyingly expensive. It had been there when I clocked in. Still there now eight hours later. The tint on the windows was illegal. Pitch black. Just a void sitting in the orange wash of the streetlights. I refilled coffee, checked the window, and delivered plates. Then checked the window again.

Kim asked, wanting to know exactly where this was headed. P’First sighed. “Well, I was—my car, rather—was attacked by an assailant too, an unknown black vehicle that had no license plate,” he admitted. This made Kim instantly alert. A shooting, black car, no license plate—that ticked three of four boxes. “Did you find out who the vehicle belonged to?” But even as he asked such a question, Kim could practically see P’First shaking his head. “Unfortunately, no,” came P’First’s expected answer.

he countered smoothly. I pushed back from the table, heart pounding, and drifted toward the large wall-length window. The view outside was sharp, city lights bleeding into dusk. My eyes caught on the car parked below. My lips parted. It wasn’t just any car. Sleek curves, polished black finish, the unmistakable silhouette, Bugatti. The sight of it always left me astounded. “That’s really yours, Damon?” I whispered, more to myself. His reflection in the glass appeared behind me. “One of them.”

The garage doors parted with a mechanical hum revealing a glittering array of vehicles:a sleek black Bugatti, a blood-red Ferrari, a classic Aston Martin and my personal favorite--a matte-black Rolls-Royce Phantom, imposing and regal, just as I intended to appear tonight. "Prepare the Phantom," I ordered my driver, who hurried to obey. The car purred as the engine roared to life. I slid into the back seat, my jaw tightening as the scent of leather filled the air. The door closed witha soft *click*, and we sped off into the night. The banguet hall loomed before us, a sprawling masterpiece of glass and steel. Chandeliers hung like constellations from the vaulted ceiling, their light shinning o

“So he saw who killed him.” “Likely.” “Good.” Grayson’s tone was almost calm. “Means he died knowing who outsmarted him.” Elias hesitated. “Sir, there’s one more thing. The cameras near Havensbrook picked up a car—” Grayson looked up. “A black sedan. High-end. Modified plates, tinted glass. Security-grade tires.” Grayson’s brow lifted slightly — recognition flickering like a spark behind his cold eyes. Roman. He didn’t say it aloud. Didn’t need to. The silence said enough.

I turned on instinct and saw a car parked half a block down, partially swallowed by the shadow between two large trees. My heart skipped a beat. It was a black car... With no plates. I knew that car.