Vegas Kinnporsche Novels & Stories

Feeling weak in her legs after receiving Ethan's response, feeling privileged by the attention of a man with his grandeur, Blair went down to the basement of her building. In the first garage, the various cars were lined up in an orderly manner. Due to the building's social standard, all vehicles carried a certain amount of elegance. It was expected for the place, as no one would think less of Vegas. However, among the sports cars and SUVs, one car caught his attention. It was parked a few meters from the elevators, straight to the floor's support pillar.

Jack step inside the elevator when he heard the chimes. He moves quickly and run to his car. He was thinking of getting a gun and ammo this time. Jack uses the SUV 2020 Porsche Cayenne Turbo S E-Hybrid (color white). He needed that car badly so he can reach faster to his destination because he is running out of time. He click the remote of the car, just like those lovely sounds created and it open the door. He step inside the car and start the engine.

Jasmine teased. After some time, Trav finally arrived with his mate in the passenger seat. Once we confirmed everyone had made it, Alpha Vic went to grab his car and pulled out of the garage in a bright red Porsche 911. "What the fuck?" Tyce exclaimed. "Who the fuck drives a Porsche in the middle of fucking nowhere Alaska, especially when half the roads aren't paved?" "Someone with 'fuck you' money?" Blake offered. "His pack is in shambles! And he's buying a 'fuck you' car?" Tyce scoffed. "That's definitely a 'fuck you' to his pack, that's for sure."

Rio said taking few steps back. "What were you trying to do with us?" Elsa asked angrily and they heard the sound of a vehicle. They turned to the entrance and a Viper Venom 2000 drove in followed by a Red Sedan that stopped at the entrance. "That's my Vehicle." Elsa said. The door of the Sedan pushed open and she could see about four people bouncing out. The Viper Venom halt in front of Elsa and Ella got down. "What the hell are you doing with my vehicle?" Elsa said.

Fernando was mysterious. That was the story his ears were filled with by Marino as they drove to the party venue. The wide double doors to the villa were wide open and one could see the inside from the outside clearly. There was already a crowd, its buzzing could be heard even from outside. He made sure to pass the entrance with his 2010 Ferrari 458 italia, his pride, knowing it would gain him the attention he sought and then he circled around and drove past again until he found a good parking spot.

Elena had arrived at the café parking lot, the valet parking man asked her to park her sporty motor away from the VIP parking space. She decided to park her motor under a tree, inside the parking lot but it was separate area from a few of lines of four precious cars parking there. She sighed and curiously read those cars’ brands, Lamborghini…Porsche…Tesla…Mercedes Benz. She puffed, pulled out her leathered gloves.

I think it would also be a good opportunity for both of us to take a stroll along the way. As soon as she parked her car, Selena caught a glimpse of a familiar figure in the rear mirror. Pierre Fowler? The man was seen with a new car, a red Lamborghini with the word ‘Veneno’. In fact, it was a Spanish word that meant venom, which later became the name that was known to everyone.

Melissa didn't understand what he meant by that but realized they should get going already or else, they would be late. The limousine stopped at the entrance of the hall. Melissa wondered how Mike seemed to always turn up with classy and expensive cars but she remembered the last time she asked him in Los Angeles, he said he had friends that have a fleet of cars he could always borrow from. This is Vegas and he's still turning up poise and classy. She had never really asked him what kind of business he does, she made a mental note to do that after the event.

Seconds later, a sharp, metallic-grey Porsche sedan glided to a halt behind him. The door opened, and Kany stepped out, looking absolutely stunning in a tailored midnight-black jumpsuit with a dramatic gold silk cape. She posed for the flashing cameras with calm, effortless poise, holding a sleek gold clutch. Rather than rushing inside, she paused near the top of the landing, waiting to enter the venue together with her team. Finally, a custom black Maybach glided to a halt at the foot of the stairs. A hushed, electric anticipation rippled through the press line.

Kael said as he carefully looked around. Then he paused. His eyes landed on a blue and black Bugatti Veyron. I was almost certain it was one of the limited models, with only fifty made in the entire world. And one of them was casually sitting in a parking lot in Shadow Crest. I let out a low whistle. “So I'm not the only car lover with money around here.” I had meant it as a joke. But Kael didn't smile. “There are a few of us,” he muttered, shaking his head before looking away. “Come on. Let's enjoy our run and hope nothing unexpected happens.”