Phantom Black Car Novels & Stories

“We’re using the Rolls Royce Phantom today.” Victor nodded without question. “Very well, sir.” We walked out together. Hanna trailed slowly behind us, her steps hesitant, as if unsure whether she was still welcome. The sleek black Phantom gleamed under the morning sun, its presence commanding respect. Victor held the door open for me. I slid into the back seat. Hanna hesitated at the other door, then climbed in silently when I didn’t object. The car pulled smoothly out of the driveway. Tension filled the cabin like thick smoke. Hanna kept stealing glances at me, her fingers twisting nervously in her lap.

Two expensive seeming cars sat at the bottom, one a bright red sports looking car and the other, a black BMW, both cars requiring someone with a large payload to own. Without uttering a word, I’m led past the red sports car, which was probably the best call, if we wanted to blend in and not have each person turn to look at the nice car going by, and head over to the black BMW. Baxter, opens up the passenger door for me while pushing more of his things in the back, uttering a small thank you, I climb into the car and watch as he locked his door and came rushing back into the garage jumping in beside me.

Everyone agreed and left to take their positions. Damien walked out of the front door first. The tiny stones that covered the driveway crunched and clinked underneath our feet as we followed behind him. He stopped in the middle of the drive and held his hand up for us to stop too. We didn't need to wait long, as a few minutes later a black Mustang sped up the drive and skidded to a stop right in front of Damien. Then a little black sports car pulled up beside it, and then six more black cars, with blacked out windows followed up the drive and parked behind them.

she teased, leaning her elbows on the counter. “Call it that again, and I’ll shove this cup down your throat.” Ash gagged dramatically, laughing. “Relax. I’m just messing with you. Honestly, though, have you seen the car he came with?” I turned my head toward the window, spotting the sleek black Camaro parked outside. It looked out of place in the neighborhood, a gleaming piece of modern luxury amidst modest homes. “I’m starting to think I don’t know anything about him,” I admitted.

I imagined how many people and how long it would take to wipe the windows. Mr. Shaw stopped his car in a very large yard. Two other cars parked next to us. One is a black Porsche with a white stripe in the middle, and the other is a red Bugatti. If the three of them were side by side like this, maybe other people who saw it would think this place was a luxury car showroom.

I hate quiet Layla, I preferred the lousy one. When I got outside, a blood-red 1956 Rolls-Royce Phantom IV was waiting for me while the driver was in the front seat and Noah was at the back. Damn, that is some fancy car! I could not deny I couldn't stop myself from touching the car first before trying to get into it. It looks so beautiful it feels like no one has ever driven before. I felt fancy and special. The guard opened the door for me and I sat behind with Noah. "Hey, beautiful! " He said

The room was my sanctuary, the one place that held me when I needed answers, filled with things I found thrilling—dark wood panels, shelves lined with books I hardly ever read, a desk cluttered with the remnants of legitimate business deals that had taken the place of my former crimes. I sank into the leather chair, dialing a number from memory. It rang twice before a gravelly voice answered, just the one I sought to hear. "Mr. Blackwood. Didn't expect to hear from you so soon after... well, you know." "Cut all the chit-chat, son," I snapped. He was an old contact from back in the days, a spy who owed me favors since I pulled him out of a jam with a rival gang that had their minds set on kil

Might have been said in mockery, but the person had a point to John who slowly wipes his red eyes and looks outside the window to see the things, people and scenery flying by… People with freedom, black cars with pretty glints… John suddenly garbs his head. Black cars with glints. The exact make of the one he saw that day just drove by the long bus and he strains in his seat to catch it’s number plates and the name at the back. Audi R8.

Adela was a little confused, unsure of what new scheme Marah was up to. She called Helen and, while waiting, headed to the garage to pick a car for the evening. The Maybach was off-limits—too flashy. If her coworkers saw it, the gossip would be endless. The Phantom had been taken by Layson. Her eyes landed on a low-key black car—the same one from the day of her accident. She wasn’t sure if it was a new one or repaired, but she chose it anyway. Despite the lingering fear, its safety features had left a deep impression.