Novel & Cerita Scary Cars

He lied! Fury burned through my whole system as my eyes darted around the parking lot, spotting not just Skylar’s car, but everybody’s. Jord’s black G-wagon which was parked on the left of the mustang, Dwight’s Velar right next to the G-wagon, and Luna’s Pink Lamborghini.

He's following him to hell. Swiftly, Ilya swirls the wheels to the corner and follows, but the further they go, the more the road gets narrower, and the city lights disappear behind them entirely. Ilya’s stomach suddenly churns, but his instinct speaks a little too late as the headlights of cars suddenly come blindingly ahead of Scar’s car, coming towards them, and when he looks at the rearview mirror, there are even more cars that definitely don't belong to their men.

I said to Conrad. “Mummy! Mummy, wait.” Skye suddenly whooped. “Why? Is there a problem?” I asked. “Look, Mummy.” He pointed to a dark gray car next to this car. It must be Lance’s new car, his new collection of expensive cars. “Wow! That car is a rare Mummy. There are only five of them in the whole world.” Skye happily told a story while not taking his eyes off the car. “I can’t believe I’ll see it in person, mummy!”

He took me by the arm as if nothing were wrong and led me to the window. Downstairs, all the people gathered at the intersection to watch. Where they looked, the long serpent-like caravan was coming slowly. The cars were the same as the ones in the parking lot, each with a strange and exaggerated appearance. In addition to the modified fins of the body, the body of many cars is sprayed with extremely exaggerated paint, even the tires are not missed, as painted with a variety of colorful patterns, such as skeletons and roses, such as flames and snakes. The cars that are moving slowly towards here are fine, but the ones that have stopped are really noisy.

Instead, Sahara became even stronger. She burst out of the crowd and pounced on Hilda, who was away from the crowd. Hilda was so frightened at the sight of the lunatic Sahara that she turned around and got into her car. Her car was a sports car custom built for her by Jordan Automobile Manufacturing, made by a military enterprise, the car was bulletproof. After Hilda got into the car, Sahara went around it and clawed at it like a wild beast, but she couldn't leave a trace on it no matter how sharp her fingernails were.

But the sulfurous smell left behind by the witch's appearance made it impossible for me to remain rational! Just as I was about to apologize to Alex, the sound of an engine revving interrupted the awkward moment. I turned to see Brett's car stopping in front of us, the loud rumble of the engine making my heart skip a beat. My eyes widened in horror as I took in the sight of that car, my blood running cold. It was a sleek, black sports car, with tinted windows and a spoiler on the back. It looked like the kind of car that would be driven by a reckless, arrogant person. And that's exactly what Brett was.

It made a loud noise through the quiet surrounding. "Carson, stop that. Are you crazy? You could get in serious trouble if a patrol car should pass by here. You're not supposed to be here." I shouted at him. "I'm not? Of course I am, because I'm a...Scorpio." He pointed at his chest. "Do you know why cars drive instead of fly?" He asked, his words slurred. He scrunched up his eyebrows as if it was a world changing question. "I think it's because they are a fish."

So much for getting answers. My blood chilled as one of them stepped closer to the car, and without a word, the others followed. My hand found my phone and keys as a dizzying sense of terror overwhelmed me. It was dark, and these men looked like they were fresh out of prison. And Xander was nowhere to be seen. The man rapped on my window, up close I noticed he had a long beard and nose piercing. I rolled it down to half. "It's been a long time since we had a Mercedes here. What did you come for, business or pleasure?"

she thought and tried to get up but she was already too terrified to. “I will have her and do as I want with her” Aryan said to Steve. Erica could see a flashlight from behind but ignored it “let me just die!” she cried lowly but suddenly the black car that was coming from behind drifted around Erica and stopped just before her. Erica stared at the car before her..it wasn’t just a normal type of car she sees. It was a black Bugatti Veyron Grand sports Vitesse. She could recognize who was in the driver’s seat immediately.

The darkness outside hinted that night had fallen, and the absence of passing vehicles heightened my unease. A surge of fear jolted me as another car suddenly materialized ahead. Reacting instinctively, I swerved the car to the right, my heart pounding in my chest. Despite my attempts to halt the car, it stubbornly accelerated, refusing to obey my desperate commands. My anxiety escalated when I realized that the liquid dripping down my forehead wasn't sweat—it was my own blood! The darkness of the road was made worse by the absence of my car's lights. Something had clearly gone awry. Perhaps the vehicle had been tampered with, intentionally.