Stories About Cars Novels & Stories

“This car’s like in the movies! The roof can open! Mommy doesn’t have a car like this!” I held back a smirk. “Your mommy doesn’t like cars like this?” Max shook his head quickly. “Mommy only likes cars that can carry lots of stuff! Mommy says rich people only buy cool cars, not useful ones.” I laughed out loud. ::: My car stopped in front of a beachside house that looked so familiar, even though I had never actually set foot there before. I had only ever seen it from a distance. Or more accurately, through photos Clara had sent me.

Catelyn went straight to the point. Grandpa Albert did not know what happened, so he did not refuse and did as Catelyn asked. In the huge garage, more than 20 luxury cars were parked. Some were gifted by others, and some were bought by Cedrick himself. There were all kinds of branded cars, including sports cars, business cars, and SUVs. Catelyn took a while to search around, but she could not find the Mercedis Maybach that hit Stella. She told Grandpa Albert the license plate number.

That made him more suspicious in my books. “This world is wrought with impossible marvels that will stagger you,” Gustav continued, ignoring me. “You should see how they communicate and move around in metal on wheels.” “Carriages?” Figaro’s brows pulled together. “Cars— and they roar too.” Gustav shook his head, sounding quite fascinated with advanced transportation. “No horses or mules, and they’re faster. Kokkino owns a great one with eyes that open and close. Headlamps, I think.”

Vehicles are the source of endless stories that include the macabre, the paranormal, and the supernatural. You've heard of stories and seen videos of so-called ghosts taking rides, along with blockbuster novels and movies of supposed haunted cars, trains, and even ships. That being said, here are a few selected experiences from our friends at PAS and Paramdam. And I honestly hope you like them, dear reader... Enjoy! +++++++++ Story 1: Beep, Beep, Beep...

They talked some more about everything ranging from hobbies, the type of sports and clothing they were into. Everything was going so well until some drunken guys decided then was the best time to break into a fight and the club decided they had to close too to quell the fight. He walked her to his car, she didn't know he was into exotic cars, she'd only ever seen him on his bike. She didn't really know much about cars, but she knew what was in front of her was a classic. The car probably cost more than her salary for a full year. She was so awed by it, she didn't even know she was gaping until he nudged her.

Kathrine's pov Buying my own car might have been a little impulsive, but I didn’t regret it. Well, not entirely. The process wasn’t exactly smooth, though. I had to visit three different dealerships before I found a salesman who actually took me seriously. The first one looked me straight in the eye and told me to come back with my parents. Can you believe that? The second one laughed in my face when I said I wasn’t interested in financing and planned to pay in cash. It was frustrating, to say the least. But at the third dealership, I finally found a guy who treated me like an adult. We talked about the pros and cons of different cars within my budget, and after some back-and-forth, I settle

I'm a vampire and I've been alive for 199 years. I've read a lot of books and heard a lot of stories and facts about vampires. I wonder where humans got those facts and stories from. What usually confuses me is how the humans got to know about my kind but do not believe we exist. Strange right? I sight my car and I'm not even surprised to see students posing in front of it for pictures, it's an Aston Martin afterall. It's one of my least expensive cars but not everyone is a billionaire, right.

He had a tiny smile that almost didn't exist on his lips, "Rumors have it that I always bring in about a hundred cars into my garage annually but it isn't true. I only purchase one every month, and I never really use any of them. It is a heavy duty for my men to resell the old ones every season. Do you mind?" "It is fine." Tristan was one person in love with automobiles. They were like his mini gods so ever since he got his driver's license, he always wanted to be the one driving wherever we went. For me, it was totally fine.

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

Curiosity twinkled in his eyes as he glanced at Adam. "Mr. Alpha, how did you get all these cars?" Noah inquired, his voice filled with genuine curiosity. Adam smiled, reminiscing about the journey that led to his current stature. "Well, over the years, I've worked hard and earned the means to indulge in a few luxuries. These cars represent milestones and rewards along the way." Noah absorbed the explanation, his young mind processing the concept of success and its tangible expressions. The car seamlessly navigated the city streets, guided by Adam's expert hands on the wheel.