Ten Second Car Fast Furious Novels & Stories

"That's the—" "H-10 and H-10i," Scott cut in. "V8 turbo engine. Three-fifty top speed." He glanced at them. Their excitement exploded across their faces. They moved closer, cheering. "Ayyyy! Yes!" one said. "Finally, a man with taste," the other added. "Are you some kind of car expert?" Nose Ring asked. Scott smirked. "No. It's my design." Their eyes widened. "Fuck outta here," the older one said.

Meanwhile, Terry takes charge, instructing the driver of the waiting SUV van to rush back to the mansion. Jay, too anxious to wait, hops into his car and speeds away, desperately trying to reach the mansion as quickly as possible. In the SUV van, Terry barks commands at the driver in his state of panic. "Can you please drive faster!" he urges, his voice filled with a mix of anxiety and urgency. Jay, on the other hand, skillfully maneuvers through traffic, his car swiftly changing lanes as he races towards their home. As he arrives at the mansion, he parks his car with a screech, adrenaline coursing through his veins.

As my boys and I stepped out, about six expensive black SUVs screeched to a violent stop in front of us. It was my homie, Diego, and my boys. I said to them, voice cool like stone: “Easy, fellas. My hood ain't no spot for one of the damn scenes in Fast and Furious.” They alighted like trained soldiers from the cars. Bows. Greetings. Hugs. Handshakes. The very first car among them was occupied by the third man of my right-hand homies, Diego. He was more like the mobilizer of men and ammunition.

She is arrogant. This time without Venn to hinder him, he has the advantage. If he doesn't teach her a lesson, his name will be written backward. "Speed ​​up, find a chance to pass her, and force her car to stop when it's safe." "Yes." Two cars drove like flying on the highway. But Bertha's small car is no match for Derek's Lamborghini Hurricane supercar, the speed of the two cars is completely not on the same level. Seeing Derek's car in hot pursuit, he would probably overtake her.

Though with a few bumps here and there, I know that we can make it through for the problems we've faced made us stronger. In just a couple of minutes, I will be with them... I can see the flat not too far away from where I'm at. I push down on the gas and switch my gear to 3, making the car go faster as I headed to my destination. 7 minutes... I swerve on the right to advance from the blue Chevy and grin, proud of myself. I can easily pass the fast and furious test if I auditioned. I wonder, if I pay them high enough, will they take me in? But then, the media will have a field day once I do that.

Stone a year ago. "Damn it," Curtis growled and hung up the phone. He stepped hard on the gas pedal, driving the car at top speed. The expensive Bugatti raced through the bustling traffic like a released arrow, astonishingly fast.

’ He muttered. Ending the call, he kick started the car and like a man on a mission he drove exactly like a member of fast and furious cast.

Go, go, leave me! “F**king get in the f**king car!” Reese yells at her. She swerves and dives across the back seat. Reese sprints towards the vehicle with only a single glance over their shoulder. “It’s too late!” they shout as they run, Tom revving the engine. “Go! We can’t help them. We’ll all die. Get out of here!” Tom floors the pedal as soon as Reese dives into the car, the tyres squealing before they can even get the door closed.

Therefore, I never questioned him when he got them. I pushed the accelerator down, getting the car to go as fast as it would go. Thankfully, my Bugatti Chiron Super Sport 300+ was fast as fuck because I needed that speed right now. It was also a damn good thing that cops didn’t frequent these suburban areas at this time of night. “I’ll be there in eight minutes,” I told him before ending the call. My wolf, Titan, was bloodthirsty for revenge against the hunters, and I was no better. They were responsible for the deaths of a handful of our pack members.

The unmistakable roar of a high-performance engine. Maxwell looked up and his eyes widened in disbelief. A bright red Ferrari pulled into the gas station. The exact same car that had cut him off. The same reckless driver who'd nearly killed him five minutes ago.