Stories About Cars Mga Nobela at Kwento

I was stunned because I never thought that the cars I only read about in automotive magazines before would now be seen right in front of my eyes. And all I could say was that I hope that car would run over me. I knew that I would never be able to own such a car in my entire life. That's why I'll just let it run over me so I can at least feel its wheels with poop. Lost in thought, I shook my head. Whenever the topic is about cars, my mind always wakes up, I don't know why, why I like cars when I don't even have one. Ever since I was young, I've been fond of reading newspapers and magazines, and maybe that's why I got addicted to cars. Because instead of just looking at the brief section like

I nodded, not showing how disappointed I was. One thing about him is that whenever he is angry, he overworks and I don't like it. I watched at the trees as baba driver revved up the car to life and drove into the lonely city of Abuja. The late hour sun was a bit harsh on my tender skin, the skin I took time to nurture. The weather changes easily, I vividly remembered when my cousin Khadija told me it is freezing. The house stood out different from the way I knew it. The house was painted and a giant gate replaced the old one.

The driver navigated the car expertly, ensuring a quick yet comfortable journey. Upon arriving at the car garage, I was left in awe. My jaw practically dropped as I gazed at the array of vehicles before me. It wasn't just a few cars; there were a total of thirty cars parked inside there, all of them from ordinary brands. But the prices of all them accumulated were no joke. Harrison explained that this was a business venture he had started independently because of his deep love for cars. He decided to specialize in buying and selling family cars from low-budget brands. It was clear that his passion for automobiles extended beyond mere ownership.

On a sharp curve, the vehicle lost control and plunged off the cliff. I heard every word, but none of it felt real. Dominic was careful. He feared that mountain road more than anyone. How could he overload the motorcycle in the rain? How could Marcus and his three friends all be on it at the same time? I fell to the ground beside Dominic and cried until my throat burned. He would never again come home covered in dust and tell me he had earned enough for dinner. He would never again pat the children’s heads and promise them better days.

smell of gasoline. Everyone stood there, wide-eyed and speechless, staring at the shocking scene before them. Lincoln Walter calmly opened the car door and stepped out. He turned to the security personnel and instructed, "Scrap both of these cars." At that moment, his assistant brought over another car key. Lincoln took the key and winked at me. "Vivian, your car has been scrapped. Can I give you a ride now?" I was taken aback by his bold move. The two cars together were worth around six to seven hundred thousand dollars, and just like that, they were gone. Seeing me frozen in place, Lincoln patted the Porsche beside him. "What a useless thing! It doesn’t even have the charm to attract wome

_Alaric's POV_ As we approached my car, I couldn't help but notice the awe in Alina's and Juliet's eyes. It was a sight to behold—a marvel of modern engineering that few ordinary people had the opportunity to encounter. They circled the shiny vehicle several times, examining each detail with curiosity. The design of the car was starkly different from the carriages they were familiar with; it was more enclosed and modern, giving off a futuristic feel that seemed to captivate them entirely.

Ethan led me to a black Rolls Royce Cullinan parked across the street, drawing the attention of a few teenage boys who had gathered around it and were staring like they’d just seen the Hogwarts Express train. “Why are boys so obsessed with cars?” I asked, and Ethan turned to me with a funny look in his face. “Because big scary vehicle makes loud noises and goes very fast,” he said. “What’s not to love?” “You’re such a child,” I said, rolling my eyes.

Raeleigh had already fallen asleep when Stuart came in for the second time, an unprecedented calmness on her face. Somewhat lost in thought, Stuart thought if Raeleigh could stay forever, Jepherson would be happier. "Anything else?" Jepherson asked Stuart rather upsettingly as he came out of the bathroom. Panicking, Stuart turned to Jepherson and said, his head bowed, "Something came up in the company; you'll have to see to it." Jepherson took a look at Raeleigh and asked, "What happened?" "A car from our company self-ignited. This is the third time this year that our cars are faulty. The whole of Capital City is talking about this, saying our cars are the least safe." Stuart explained.

Katherine explained as she opened the door and jumped out. Cassandra's Volvo overheated twice on the way to the club. “This car is my baby. The mechanic said that we would have died in that accident if we were in a newer model car. The material that makes up these older cars saved us from being crushed to death. Do you think we'd survive if we were in a Honda or the latest Benz? I think not.” Katherine rolled her eyes. “Whatever.”

She needs to drive that fucking monster or she won't sleep well that night. "Su, I think we are in heaven. This car is latest, it came out just few months ago, we saw it in a car magazine with Thuraiya! I drooled the entire day thinking about it and now this, I'm going." And she ran to the car, yeah, not her ladylike Tasneem but she loves cars just as much as Suhayr does. The question is, who doesn't love cars?!