Ten Second Car Fast Furious Novels & Stories

I guess it is because he doesn't trust my negotiation skills. I noticed the car stopping. I realized we had arrived at the mall I noticed a red four door Ferrari parked right in front of us. The driver jumps out and opens the back door right behind the driver’s side and damn it is the Greek God again he is wearing a red suit and a black shirt he ties his suits buttons and straightens his sunglasses he starts walking this way no he is not.

I wanted to call out the names of the ones I knew but I didn't. César walked to the wall where a row of keys hung. So many keys. Silver, black, heavy. He closed his eyes for a second, like choosing a scent in his head. He picked a key and he pressed the button. A car answered with a beep. A low, deep beep that felt proud. It was a Ferrari 812 Superfast. It growled like a beast. The engine was perfect and loud. The red paint looked like it had fire inside. I leaned forward, my hands on my knees, and just watched.

"It's nice, but way too flashy. Doesn't suit a magnate. And you? You definitely don't suit it either." The man looked like he was about to explode. "You—!" "If you were half as impressive as you think you are, pretty boy, you'd have bought a car with real balls," she shot back, full of sarcasm. "V12 engine. 800 horsepower at 8500 rpm. 0 to 100 in 2.9 seconds… about as fast as a pretty boy like you finishes. An 812 Superfast." "That model isn't even on sale yet!" he barked, completely losing his patience.

It wouldn't take long for the Aventador to catch up to them. "Have you ever done this before?" he asked, driving in excess of 100 miles per hour with one hand as he reloaded his Glock with the other. "Killed Vampires?" she asked sarcastically. "A few times." "No, shot from a moving vehicle," he replied as they came within a few yards of the other automobile. "No, but I've seen all of the Fast and Furious movies," she stated, rolling down her window. "Try to hit the Vampires, obviously, but if you can't, the tires or the gas tank also work," he explained, glancing over at her.

At the very last minute, just when Fasting thought he would run Sunday over with his car, Sunday jumped out of the way, and hurled the bottle of champagne at one of the car tires, then immediately he fired a bullet at it, and the tire along with the alchol went up in flames. With a terrible screeching sound, the car came to an abrupt stop, and then it somersaulted into the fountain of the hotels drive way. Fasting was cornered, Sunday had made sure of it, there was no running away now, they finally got him where they wanted him. The other agents rushed at the car, and apprehended Fasting, he looked miserable, soaked in water and in his own blood, he staggered to get away, but he was no matc

' the anger she felt made her chest ache like crazy, as her nails dug into her palm. "Cruz, fucking stop it, he's gonna die." Frost was quick to pull Cruz away from Bryan who had gone unconscious already, bleeding all over, especially his nose. "Damn..." Cruz's hand raked through his hair before he walked towards Charvie pulling her with him out of the corridor. A Ferrari 812 super fast car slashed through the night wind of a lonely road in a frenzy, only the roaring of the engine could be heard.

The cars speed forward and then… “Yessssssss!” I’m jumping and screaming as the car with the beast design crushes the track, finishing five whole seconds ahead of the convertible with blue tires. Ten grand is mine. I’m so glad I listened to Brie. We’re still cheering and clapping when the drivers start to step out of their cars, and my heart comes to a bloody stop. Can I just catch a break?

I don’t even spare the two muppets at the table a second glance as I walk out the cafe with my mate looking smug as he taps my bottom while we leave. Trent looks confused when he spots a storming me and a smug looking Clayton walking towards the car he is leaning against waiting on us. We get in the car, I slam the door a little too hard. Clayton takes my hand and kisses my knuckles, I start to relax. Trent gives us a questioning look in the rearview mirror.

Luke asked from the back seat, his voice curious. I didn't answer. Instead, I floored the accelerator, making the car’s engine roar, and in seconds we shot forward, dodging vehicles with suicidal maneuvers. "Hold on tight, little mouse," I murmured. "You’re crazy! Frederick, slow down! You’re going to kill us!" Luke shouted from behind, clutching the seat desperately. I paid him no mind. His screams were music to my ears, a sign that his calm had shattered. The air rushed through the open window, blowing my hair back as we devoured the miles in record time. Ten minutes later, I parked in front of the mansion with an ear-splitting screech of tires that left black marks on the pavement.

the bulkiest of my men said, slamming his fist on the car window. At that moment, I quickly got out of the truck and got into the SSC Tuatara. I had prepared the car cause I knew something like this would happen. The car was literally an automobile cheetah. The moment I got into the car, the engines roared to life, my men retreated and zoomed off, speeding madly down the road. The sound of something crashing made me look behind me through the window. It was the old weightless truck, it had been knocked off the road. The Bugatti Veyrons were hot on our tail.