Stories About Cars Novels & Stories

"Hahaha! Who are you trying to scare? Three million dollars in game currency? Do you even know what three million means? Stop bragging!" The hesitation vanished from Hank's face. The next second, the wrench slammed down. Cracks spread across the glass like a spiderweb. In no time, the brand-new car was completely wrecked. Sharon did not join in the destruction. Instead, she took advantage of the chaos, slipped around to the shattered window, and reached inside, rummaging through the compartments. When she pulled her hand back out, she was clutching an emergency wallet my mother had kept in the car. Greed shone all over her face.

Someone in the crowd recognized the person stepping out of the lead vehicle and gasped. “How on earth is this nightmare here…” The person stopped in front of me, her voice ice-cold. “Which car did you want smashed?”

"Ah, the memories. It's like every piece has a mind of its own. We were practically in a battle with the screws!" Laughter fills the car, and for a moment, the weight of the hospital visit seems to dissipate. We share tales of ordinary mishaps and extraordinary adventures, each story weaving a thread of connection between us. The confines of the car become a haven where laughter reigns, shielding us from the heavier truths we left behind at the hospital.

We got in his car and I returned his jacket, which he took begrudgingly after I ensured him multiple times that I was not cold. There was a comfortable silence in the car as we both rode through the night traffic. Although it was nearing midnight, the city was still full of life. Thousands of people were moving around, carrying on with their lives, each with a different story of their own. Because that was what everyone in this world was living in; a story. A story that intersects with someone else's story at some time and so on.

SHEAN thought she wanted to go back home when she saw how luxurious the ancestral house Randall's car entered was. They were using his black convertible Ferrari. She also found out that the car he was driving was also his and not his cousin's. And it seems that the said car was like an outcast among the vehicles that he had. He has his own car collection. She did not know if she would be annoyed with Randall for hiding his true identity. But she didn't make it a big deal anymore because when she fell in love with Randall, it didn't matter to her who he really was.

She shrugs. "No, you can not. I will not let you wreck this beautiful baby, so drive. " "Fuck you!" "Love you too. " I laugh, staring around the car. Cars have always been a thing of mine and when I say a thing, I don't mean I have their collections or know what fucking goes on with them. By that, I mean I've always admired them. "Oh, right, I almost forget. Here goes some news I just heard from the guys. "

Every vehicle seemed to belong to someone important. Or at least someone wealthy enough to want others to think they were important. My eyes wandered from one car to another , I found myself creating stories about their owners. That black SUV probably belonged to a politician. The silver sedan looked like something a corporate executive would drive. One particularly expensive sports car practically screamed midlife crisis. The thought made me chuckle quietly. Anything to keep myself entertained. A few minutes later, movement caught my attention.

Roman grabs the pizza box from my hand in his left hand and then my hand in his right and guides me to the door. He directs me to what I assume must be the garage. Although it doesn’t look like any garage I've seen before. It looks like an auto store where luxurious cars are sold. I don’t think I could name or even count all the cars parked here if I tried. There are SUVs and sports cars, vintage-looking cars probably a few hundred years old. Damn, Leo would give up his entire savings and Playboy and porn magazines to see this for himself being the car freak he is. “Is that a… pink Ferrari?” I ask out loud, stunned.

"Well Kendrick, since you asked, each time I come out of the car it explodes." "What! Explodes? What are you now and agent in mission impossible? How could that happen? And the cars had to wait for you and your driver's ed instructor to leave before exploding, that's a lot of SciFi shit Loretta, ease up on it." "Ok, Mr smarty pants," Loretta says, rolling her eyes. 'I admit I did spice up the story a bit, but truly something did explode each time I was done. The first two were the hood and the engine of the car, then the last one was the trunk."

I smirked So, since we have a situation I'll drive my special black lady Noelle; my love, my first car that Dad bought for me after his divorce. My special lady is saved only for situations like this. I never had any interest other than cars that actually started I guess when I was nine years old and watched this Disney series of cars that made me want to own a whole showroom. When I turned 20 I owned my first showroom in London, then went on with Sydney, Japan, LA, and Korea. I fucking love to drive cars, it helps me to deal with stuff and not regret the life I chose.