Scary Cars Novels & Stories

He took his seat beside the euphoric Carson, and inquired, “What's up, guy?” “You can't believe it. Daddy just bought the Scion FR-S (Toyota 86) for me.” “Fantastic!” “That is good to hear. Congratulations.” “What for? It is not your birthday,” Alfred asked. “He was afraid that I would steal his car like Johnny in the movie,” Carson stated to avoid Mike and Annabel hearing their secret “Oh my God! Was he influenced by that scene?” Annabel asked. “Old men can be influenced by anything.” “You are right. Congratulations, Carson. That would save you the cost of hiring from the car dealers,” Alfred stated.

Alex I park the SUV inside the warehouse beside one of our black Caddies. SUVs are great, but an actual trunk is needed to conceal a body, even if it’s a live one. The Caddies are also lower to the ground and take sharp turns better if you need the speed. Moon’s vehicles are modified with kick-ass engines and bulletproof glass. I tend to drive the car that fits my mood. Every so often it’s the Bugatti. It’s flashy and draws attention, which means I can’t have nefarious plans like I do now. Maybe I’ll take Celina for a nighttime desert ride in the Bugatti.

The night was cold and the street of Bane pack was lonely, only the harsh breathings of Scarlet and the yelling voice of the man could be heard. He ran out of bullets after wasting them and none of them bothered to use their wolf form, probably because he thought she was easy prey. But abruptly she stopped, being consumed with lights glazing out from six cars, packed right in the middle of the road, blocking every space. Scarlet sealed her vision from the harsh light and instantly, they went off at the same time and she nearly groaned at the elevating headache from the brightness. She could still hear the running footsteps of the man behind her but Scarlet's attention was glued to the six ca

I’m wracked with anxiety and terror, shivering because I am both cold and scared, and I paste on a determined look in a bid to convince myself that it’s all going to be okay. Alexi won’t just put a bullet in my head for running scared—will he? I stare at the unfamiliar sports cars in the drive, one dark slate or black and one a sort of dark navy, even in this darkness I can see they are not the same colour, although they are the same model. One is parked like it’s been abandoned; half on the grass at an angle and something deep down is telling me this means something.

< Rose > The windows of the car were tinted and i couldn’t see anyone within as i passed beside it. I wondered if the owner of the car was inside, watching me. Was there a reason for me to be scared? The truck was definitely expensive. I knew a lot about cars and the chrome accents and oversized tires were features of the recent model. Ii noticed the silver stripe that ran along the side of the car. Octavia had never visited me in such an expensive ride.

he asked. I nodded so fast my hair flopped. He pulled the doors open. And my whole world exploded. Rows and rows of shiny cars. Old cars. Classic cars. Cars I’d only seen in books or on TV. Cars with curves and chrome and engines that probably sounded like thunder. My mouth fell open. “Whoa…” Koda gasped. “Gabe… it’s a car zoo!” Jace snorted. “It’s a collection, not a zoo.” “I like zoo better,” Koda said.

*LAURIE* I wasn’t sure if I felt thrilled or scared. One thing I was certain about was the fact that this guy was crazy, and the most disturbing part of it? I loved it. The roar of engines getting closer snapped me back to reality. Headlights flared in the rearview. Eight cars were scattered across the midnight highway like a pack of wolves closing in on their prey. My heart punched against my ribs. “Theron…” I whispered, unsure if I meant it as a warning or a plea.

Binoculars in hand, they watched my car from a distance. There was a sharp turn just before I reached my destination. The car should've slowed down, but instead, it picked up speed. The tires screeched against the road, the sound sharp and grating. The hidden mic inside the car picked up my screams and relayed them live. "What's happening? The car's out of control! Patricia, where are you? I'm scared! I don't want to die!" Everyone in the villa was like predators closing in on prey, laughing as my panicked screams came through.

The city passed before my fresh eyes as we drove deeper into Nicholas de Sanctis's modest neighborhood, and then I looked up at the familiar house I'd visited once. Carl's car pulled into the garage, drove back, and parked next to Nicholas' car. The separate garage door lifted, and two vehicles sat inside, one with the hood open. Both cars were black, like Nicholas's soul. I knew nothing about cars-who could blame me? I'd never even been taught to drive-but I realized these were classics. One of them was a Gran Torino. I only know that because I saw a Gran Torino not too long ago. Carl was crying, even though he would never admit it. And since seeing a man cry is the saddest thing in the wor

A shiver ran down my spine when I thought I caught the faint echo of a scream slipping through the air, chilling and distant. I turned my gaze back to Scar, uncertainty flickering in my chest.“Did you hear that?” I asked, trying to confirm that I wasn't hallucinating and the scream was real. “I hear nothing, boss.” “Okay,” I say as we head towards the black limousine waiting for us at the garage. “Here it is, sir,” Scar announced with a hint of pride as he opened the car door for me. I smiled and settled into the plush leather of the back seat, the scent of fresh linen enveloping me.