Reverse Lighting Novels & Stories

Welcome back to the game, Sebastian. The power went out. We were in total darkness. Then some cars ahead of us turned on their beams, shining really bright light into our windshield.

She pulled out her phone and I put the car in reverse pulling out of the lot. Alrighty...

"Uh... leakage is at 400 milliamps. That’s... that’s impossible." “It's physics,” Lyra said, pushing away her anger. She reached over and grabbed the system override key from the console. “At sunset, I want the inverters set to a positive bias. We’re going to flood the cells with a reverse voltage overnight.” “You want to pump power back into the panels?” Ethan asked, clearly fed up. “You’ll fry the whole string!” Claire huffed and rested her hands on her waist. “So Lyra, your big plan is to risk an inventory worth over 100 million because the sun might fix it?”

So, in the end, Samara chose to remain silent. Shawn was suddenly squinting as he felt the presence of a dazzling light reflected in his rearview mirror. Shawn glanced in the rearview mirror. Driving a super low sports car was difficult when a taller car was driving behind this car. The car's headlights behind him are always refracted into the rearview mirror of GT-R so that it dazzles the driver's view. Shawn couldn't protest because that was the risk of driving a low car. But, not this time. Shawn was about to challenge the person in the car behind him until he accelerated and suddenly hit the back of the GT-R, suddenly making Samara jump while screaming because she almost hit the dashboar

he said displeased. We were all thinking about the jarring truth of his words when Luca’s phone rang. Every head turned. The air shifted instantly. Tighter. Charged. He glanced at the screen. “Mason,” he said to the room. Then swiped to answer. “Mace, I have you on speaker… give me good news, bro.” A brief shuffle. Then Mason’s voice came through—Electric. Alive. “Yeah… the dashcam caught something.” We all leaned in. “We would have had nothing except it's colour,” he continued. “Car’s black—you only get a side profile. But when Adriano reversed, his lights hit the badges…” A beat. “Black Dodge… Redeye.”

Gil slid in and turned the car on a second later, hitting the gas in reverse and spinning it into the opposite direction. A gun shot went off.

Green light in the rear view mirror camera on Diane's car was lit, indicating that everything was recorded that night. -0-0-0-

Seven said, her eyes fixed on the rearview mirror. Maya looked through the back of the truck. Far below them, winding up the serpentine road they had just conquered, were two pairs of headlights. They weren't the warm, yellow glow of old halogen bulbs. They were the sharp, piercing white of Sterling tactical LEDs. "Reclaimers," Seven hissed. "They must have tracked the heat signature of the engine before it choked." "How much time?" Thorne asked, his voice trembling.

They gripped the heavy-duty car cloth in unison and flipped it over to reveal the car underneath. It was an expensive customized sports car, studded with bright pink gemstones that reflected brilliant rays of sunlight that could easily blind an unsuspecting individual.

That effectively made him retreat, but it didn't stop him from shooting her baleful looks as she swerved into Sahara Avenue. Well, it wasn't like she wasn't trying. The lights (which were yellow and not red, meaning they still have an hour or so to find this dying person) were pretty hard to distinguish in the sunlight. Being stuck in an old musty car during traffic also didn't help her ability to see clearly. In fact, it made a lot of things worse, including their tempers.