Ten Second Car Fast Furious Novels & Stories

Thandi’s car was so damaged it was unrecognisable. He will never forgive himself if he does not go down, Mr J said. The way down was not difficult at all for S’bu, thanks to his martial arts training. He ran towards the car as soon as his feet touched the ground. Thandi’s car was so badly damaged, we wondered if he would be able to get her off without assistance. He ignored the possibility that Thandi might have died already. Thandi, he shouted looking inside. The car was already on fire, with fuel spill all over the fire was spreading very fast. He shouted louder and louder but there was no response and he could not see anything in the wreck. The car suddenly rolled away from him and explod

My stomach plummeted straight into my shoes. “Richard, what the actual fuck?! Slow down.” I snapped, my voice pitching high enough to compete with the horns. But of course, Mister Fast & Furious didn't. He just frowned at the road, foot pressing harder on the gas like my panic was his background music. Outside my window the city smeared into a watercolor, buildings melting into streaks of neon and gray. He drove like rage itself had hijacked the wheel, like proving his point was worth both of us crashing in flames. The bastard didn't stop until we reached my company's parking lot.

Jeremy didn’t linger after storming out of the boardroom. He bolted for the private garage under Cali Solar, boots hammering the concrete, fury driving every step. His two Italian beasts waited there—prized machines parked like royalty: a Ferrari 812 Superfast, red as spilled blood, and a Lamborghini Aventador, black as midnight.

“That’s the car taken by the Madam, saying she’s going to chase them!” The General Manager frowned. “Didn’t you own an old Toyota? How can your car run like in the Fast&Furious? Are you kidding me?!” He was sure it was his car. But the car on the monitor was like driving as if death was chasing it! It was impossible for his car to be able to pull this off…unless the Madam was a good driver. She wasn’t, was she?

And on Friday morning, another order for room service had been placed as early as 6:30, only for the waitress to meet no response from Frank's chamber but a sinisterly open door that afforded her the view of senator Frank's corpse in lying around in a pool of blood and his lady guest stripped stark naked, beaten to pulp, and tied to the bed frame. Coincidentally--perhaps not so--it was the second case of murder of top dogs in the city within the space of a week, and in a similar pattern at that. The first murder had struck earlier in the week when Henry West-gate, a famous tycoon in the city was set up for a car accident in his Jeep. It had been discovered that the middle-aged business tycoo

But when I slow down, everything changes. It surges forward, closing the distance between us in a terrifying burst of speed. The sudden roar of the engine sends my heart flying into my throat. My hands begin to tremble violently on the steering wheel, eyes darting wildly between the rearview mirror and the road ahead as I jam my foot to the floor. My car lurches forward in a desperate bid for escape, but it’s no use. Ten seconds. That’s all it took before the truck slams into my car.

A near-car crash in her childhood had left her with a deep-seated fear of the roaring engines of sports cars. Seeing that, Sean frowned and swiftly pulled her into a protective embrace. Just then, a silver Laferrari roared down the street at breakneck speed, ruffling Sean's jacket. "It's alright. Don't be scared. I'm here," he murmured gently, comforting the trembling Tatiana and patting her. He felt both sympathy for her and anger toward the reckless driver. The Laferrari stopped at the school entrance. A pair of long and sexy legs emerged from the front passenger seat.

"Jeanne, Naomi is really good at driving. You have to be careful." "Don't worry," Jeanne let out a pleased smile. "Do you think I just want Naomi to lose today? Haha, I want her to die!" The next second, the girl in the bikini waved the flag down. The two cars shot forward like rockets, disappearing down the road! Vroom! The intense and low roars of the cars ripped through the pouring rain. The Fearori and the GTR were way too fast. Susan could only rely on the various images from the various crossings.

The raid. It had never been easy going on a raid in the city with officer Ola. Jasper always found it difficult to accommodate Ola’s brandish nature and claim for authority whenever they went out on such raids. He hated the fact that they had even made him team leader on the field and more so , he hated the regular Lagos traffic and being stuffed in the van as they drove through it all. The van was a white 2010 dodge sprinter. It had the ability to run from zero to a hundred and 80kilomeeters an hour in just 4800 seconds but this swift moving ability was of course hindered by the heavy traffic the vehicle commuted through.

I yelled and they all rushed downstairs immediately “Where's she?!” They chorused, I showed them the address on my phone, “What are we waiting for,let's all drive there” Zack said and they all nodded as everybody grabbed their car keys as we all left the penthouse, we got into our different cars, mine was a Tesla, while Dell was riding a Ferrari, Danta was riding a BMW while Zack was driving a G-wagon, I was the first to drive off while the rest were all behind me.