Sing 2 Porsche Crystal Novels & Stories

She raised her right hand, her fingers extending. "Three," she counted down. Jake dropped his foot onto the clutch, his jaw tight. "Two." The engine screamed as he built up the RPMs. "One—" Her hand snapped down. The red Porsche shot out like an arrow unloosed from a bow. The rear tires violently chewed into the dirt, kicking up a massive, blinding rooster-tail of dust before catching traction on the broken asphalt ahead. The car launched forward with brutal, neck-snapping force, the world outside their windows liquefying into a violent blur of gray and green. The transmission whined in a perfect, high-pitched mechanical symphony as Jake slammed it through the gears, the speedometer needle s

I say, admiring the sleekness of the car. "It's a 2022 model Porsche." I watch in awe as he moves forward and cleans a stain on the bonnet with his handkerchief. "Yours?" "Naah! My boss's!" I want to ask who his boss is and why he even allowed him take his precious car out when Clarissa and Tommy come out. Her lipstick is smeared and I know without even looking at Tommy, it's on his lips. Gross.

The twins out all four their hands over the button pressing it down in one go. Crystal walked through the door thanking us for letting her in, burnt she looked with shorter hair that was cut by fire, dirt and twigs sticking out of. And a whole lot of smoke covering her face. She held a side bag on her shoulder holding it tighter than she needed to, then began to walk closer into the room. "Can you really save her." Daisy strolled to Crystal pointing her wand at her, unsure of the faith in her. Crystal pulled out a box it had dead gold vines wrapped around it with in open buds, engraved with Lavender name in script on top.

Easily the best booth in the house. Chris and Crystal sit hand in hand on the soft velvet seating. I scoot in beside Crystal and Stella follows, obviously wanting what I want. "Show me your ring" I ask for both Stella and I. Stella nods in acquiescence. Crystal grins and holds out her hand. The ring is exquisite, a single solitaire in a fine, elaborate claw with diamonds on either side. "It's beautiful" I tell her. "It's stunning" Stella says. Crystal nods in delight "It's not as beautiful as yours though"

The squinty-eyed man smirked slyly. Franklin’s lips curled up slightly as he gestured for them to get in the car… — The black Porsche Cayenne cruised along the bustling city streets. Its sleek body reflected the dazzling neon lights that receded into the distance. Suddenly, a loud, off-key singing voice erupted from within the car, piercing through Ernesto’s ears. He frowned slightly and, without a word, rolled up the window. "I’ll love, love, love… love you forever, la la la~"

Rose asked, tilting her head slightly, her tone calm but interested. The salesman’s eyes lit up instantly as he looked in the same direction Rose was focused. “Yes, ma’am! You’ve got a sharp eye. And yes again, this the brand-new 2025 McLaren 750S Spider — the evolution of the legendary 720S. It’s lighter, faster, and more refined in every possible way. A masterpiece of engineering.”

"But I'll come with you only if you give me a piggyback ride." "A what?" This is ridiculous. "Piggyback ride." She repeated. Seeing my stern expression, she did what she does best. Her puppy-eyes mode was turned on. "Please~ Pretty please~~" "Alright. Stand up first." I peeled my jacket off my body and wrapped it around her waist before tying it as her dress was a little short. Putting both our phone in my jeans pocket and holding her bag, I turned around and crouched down for Crystal to hop on my back. As we walked out of the bar and towards the elevator, Crystal began to wave and greet literally everyone she saw. She sang loudly and swayed, making me lose balance several times.

"Find out everything you can about a guy named Derek. He’s in Eve’s school. He's also in her class. Full background — family, records, anyone he talks to, everything. Send it to me before dawn." I hit send before sliding the phone back into my pocket. We stepped out into the lot. I walked her past the loading bay and stopped in front of the car I’d had dropped about two hours ago, paint shining like wet porcelain under the string lights. 2024 Porsche 718 Boxster, Chalk finish, Bordeaux leather. Clean and beautiful. Her kind of beautiful. She blinked at it, then at me. “Kyrie…?” I hit the fob. The lights winked. A white ribbon on the mirror fluttered.

"Please. Like I'd believe that. Your cheap little local ride can't be bought outside? Not even a dog would fall for that. I could say our boss's Porsche is the only one in Norleigh. Even the president couldn't buy it." She turned to Henley. He nodded, way too pleased. "It's globally limited. Top-grade South African diamonds, hand-selected, all over the car. How's some local junk supposed to compare?" Kiara snapped a few pics of the Porsche. "See these diamonds? After you hit it, a few fell off. You're paying for that." She tilted her head, fake generous. "I won't go too hard on you. You and Mr. Chatham have history. Out of respect, I'll keep it simple—ten million."

I asked hopefully. The shiny red Porsche was his pride and joy, and I had planned to drive it as if I had stolen it, maybe even do a few doughnut spins on the lawn. Grayson closed the door after him and made a “humph” sound in the back of his throat, suggesting 'fat chance'. He started the engine, and an eighties rock ballad began crooning from the speakers. Grayson turned the volume down so we could hold a verbal conversation without having to shout above the music.