Scary Cars Novels & Stories

Mira said, putting her head out of the car and that is when both the girls and everyone stood parked. "Maybe an accident happened?" Maya said, when out of nowhere came multiple black cars, driving right past them, all of them large SUVs. These cars scared everyone there. "Oh my god.... is this the president?" Maya asked, freaked out. However, in the middle, there was a beautiful black Rolls-Royce droving and more security behind it. There was a lot going on in that one second, Mira couldn't even look away. "This is all too scary Mira, try to get out of here." Maya said but Mira's eyes were on the Rolls-Royce only, almost as if something was attracting her.

The front yard is right across the narrow way between the two houses, and in the middle of it, two cars. Aiming at the older-looking car, Scar charges forward as fast as she can. The older type has a higher chance for her to use the old jump starting. Once got into the car, Scar gave her about 15 seconds before someone would hear the noise and come for her. So long as she-- “Ahhhh!” Scar bursts intoa scream when a guy jumps out from the side of the building, blocking her way into the front yard. Totally didn’t see that coming, Scar dashes right into his arms.

"I'm so sorry, Scarlett." "It's fine. Let's get the operation started." Scarlett stepped in the middle of her friends as they headed toward the entrance, but they quickly turned around when they heard the roaring sound of a passing car. The three of them gasped as they watched the car pull into a parking spot. "Who is that?" "I have never seen that car in school before." "Wow. Koenigsegg Jesko Absolut. One of the fastest cars." Cornelia said. She is familiar with cars because her uncle owns a car business. "Let's see who that is."

There were two cars following far behind them. They were a white Toyota Prado and a Range Rover. “Slow down, Mr. Collins. I… I don’t think my heart can take it.” Even though Chase had already slowed down, it still seemed fast to Bianca. She was worried that Chase would crash into the railings and they would fall to their deaths down the cliff. Chase took a look at cars that were about to catch up to them and smiled. “Have you ever played with bumper cars before?”

Yes, I trusted him that much. The doors automatically opened and we stepped in. I heard Finn's gasp behind me and turned to look at him. "What's it?" "What's it?" He asked with wide eyes. He walked in before me and began to look around. His fingers traced the bonnets of the cars as he stared at them in awe. "You're really asking me this? You have a collection of cars anyone would want to have! BMW? Bugatti? Lamborghini Aventador roadster?! You've got a Maserati too and you act like the average company owner. Fuck you, Scarlett!"

Several cars were speeding after them. Her eyes widened in fear. Evan was right about Scott not letting them leave so easily. "Shut your eyes if you're scared," Evan said with a solemn expression and a menacing voice. He kept staring at the rearview mirror, and Caroline felt like she would be thrown out with each turn he took. The car moved so quickly that she didn't dare to breathe loudly, fearing it might affect Evan's control. Two more gunshots echoed, and the bullets hit the car. Fortunately, the tires were spared.

CHAPTER 3. A red Lamborghini Aventador swept through the driveway of the nightclub, coming to a halt with a vivid screech. Scar was the first to hop out from the driver's seat, and then Ghost followed, getting down from the passenger's seat. With his dark shades concealing his blue orbs, he put the area under tight scrutiny. His eyes swept through the unending queue of scantily dressed females and horny males. There was no sign of a threat, nothing he should be wary of.

Scarlet’s hands gripped the steering wheel, her knuckles white with tension, but the car remained unyielding to her commands. As her car sailed past the red light, a black SUV materialized out of nowhere from her right—a sudden presence that sent shockwaves of terror through her trembling form. In a fraction of a heartbeat that felt like an eternity, the SUV collided with her car with bone-jarring force, the impact shattering her fragile hope for safety.

Scarlet’s heart beat with excitement as they pulled up to Sage’s mansion. He had driven her here from the party, and she recalled the shocking moment when she’d first seen his car: a black Lamborghini. She’d never seen one before. As she had sat in it, sinking into the hard, leather seats, so low to the ground, she couldn’t help feeling as if her life were becoming more and more surreal.

Pakin’s P.O.V The air in the garage was thick with the scent of high-octane fuel and burnt rubber, a smell that had become synonymous with my new life. We stood beside our machines, the silence of the room punctuated only by the rhythmic clink-clink of tools. My car, the Valkyre, looked like a predator poised to strike, its sleek lines shimmering under the fluorescent lights. Beside it sat Sean’s Porsche GT3, a beast of a machine that mirrored its owner’s aggressive confidence.