Phantom Black Car Novels & Stories

She was staring at the vehicle—specifically with eyes so wide I thought they might fall out of her head. "You've got to be kidding me," She breathed, her voice a mix of awe. "That’s a custom-armored Phantom. Even Austin’s father doesn't have one of this in his fleet. Leah do you know who these people came for?" I lifted my chin, trying to channel every bit of fake confidence I had left. “Obviously they came for me, Bianca. Who else would it be?" Bianca let out a sharp laugh. She walked forward slowly, circling the expensive car like it personally offended her.

They gleamed under the bay lighting like something that belonged in a museum rather than a parking structure. I stood there and looked at them, counting out the colors. Green. Red. White. Black. Champagne. Midnight blue. Orange. Silver. Burgundy. Pearl. "Ugh… Mrs. Blackwood?" Blaire's voice came from somewhere behind me. I walked slowly along the row. My hand reached out and touched the hood of the green one. The paint was cool and smooth and absolutely gorgeous. A sarcastic laugh came out of me. "He bought ten cars," I said, to nobody in particular.

"That must be a great sight to behold." "Yes it was! The man's back was widely open and not only did I see his stomach where food enters and leave, I also saw his heart. My sister! I saw his heart. It was lifeless. Honestly, it was not beating at all and it was black," Nnamaka said, she was not smiling again. "When I saw his black heart, I moved away from him. It would only take a very powerful evil diviner to have such a darkened heart." "Don't be offended by my curiosity. How do you know that he is a diviner?"

It was a black BMW, gorgeous and oozing power, an ‘M’ badge with three colored stripes emblazoned on its trunk. The car’s appearance grabbed attention and a few groups of students spoke about it excitedly in hushed tones as it passed. The windows were dark but Georgia could already sense who the driver was. As Hayden stepped out, she felt herself stiffen with anxious nerves at the sight of him. His hair was neatly spread out on his head, dark clumps of it falling over his forehead and the sides of his cheeks, blocking some of his face in a sexy way. He seemed like an extension of the car, dressed all in black with skinny jeans and a muscle shirt.

you will be attending a funeral, not a wedding. Slowly, my thumb moved down to the video. And pressed play. It began to play, and it looked like someone was recording the video from the dashboard and through the windscreen of a car. Inside a black car. I recognized the model immediately. It was the black car Tina used to stalk the Lambo. And it was moving.

The black car behind them kept chasing Vivi’s car, but they just could not close the distance, perhaps due to the undeniable difference in the two cars’ specs! “F*cker! Is he a motherf*cking superman? How did he worm in there?” The driver of the black car could not help but swear! The man in the passenger seat with the stormy expression was thinking the same thing. How did that punk dodge his bullet just now? “How are your driving skills?” Philip glanced at the rearview mirror and saw that the small black car was still hot on their trail. “I just got my license.” Vivi winked and smiled at him. She had noticed the black car behind them as well, and she asked eagerly, “Did you commit a crime?”

Ahn went towards his car and opened the door of the shotgun for Yoonji. Yoonji’s mouth fell when she looked at the car. 'Bloody hell' was her first thought. It was not just any luxury car. It was bloody Rolls Royce's phantom VIII, an extremely rare luxury car. Yoonji knew it because she was obsessed with super cars and luxury cars from childhood. This beauty was everything and more then what she had imagined. She has seen it only in magazines and she was getting an opportunity to not only see one in real life but also to sit in it too.

"Don't tell me... it really was you..." "Don't be ridiculous!" Gina cut in sharply. "Half the car geeks in the company have already posted about it. That Silbey's been parked outside our office for weeks!" She turned to Cynthia, grinning suddenly. "You've been holding out on us—driving that showstopper and never even mentioning it!" Cynthia ignored her playful tone and pointed to a sticker on the car's side panel in the photo—a black panther silhouette. "This?" Pearl nodded cautiously. "That's the one... I don't think there's another car like it in the city."

The black car was parked across the thick walls of the compound as it was hidden within the shadow as a camouflage, so as to ensure that the car is not spotted by a family member or within the streets. Damon was inside the vehicle, ready with the preparation for the journey. Like turning the outer-most shell of the vehicle to be coated with thick alloid metal which looked bullet proof with all of the shinny works and various pelting being done to the body. He had arranged a great number of snacks and water so that they would eat during the long journey pass Draculated highway. Damon himself didn't want to pass through such terrible hunger ever again. It really affected him if not for Samson.

Something a thug like Harrison perhaps would have wanted to think twice about before he decided to enter it. Unbeknownst to David. Not too far outside the warehouse, a jet-black Charger with its deep tinted windows blended into the eerie darkness that continued to blanket the surrounding area. The car's owner fixed on the warehouse entrance unblinking as he waited for the mafia king to leave.