Zootopia Cars Novels & Stories

A girl in a tiny skirt stood between them and dropped a white flag. Vroom! They were gone. The tires screamed and the smell of burnt rubber filled the air. Everyone started cheering and looking at a big screen that showed where the cars were. "He's fast," Zane said, walking over to me. He was tossing his coin again. "But is he fast enough to choose?" "Choose what?" I asked. "You'll see in about three miles," Zane said. He looked at his watch. "I told my guys to move the 'obstacle' into the road."

Zoe’s POV I did not speak on the ride back. The silence in the car was so heavy you could touch it. The black car sliced through the city like a whisper; I might have complimented the vehicle if I didn't want to avoid saying a single word to its owner. I had no idea what the brand or design was, but it wasn't loud and roaring like the cars men seem to like these days. The feature I appreciated most, however, was the tinted windows. They shielded me from the uproar outside: fans screaming, paparazzi lunging, and lights flashing.

Zeph’s voice trembled slightly with tension. Fred cut in without hesitation. "Go through it any way you can. They’re too close, and you know their target." Daisy and Zeph exchanged a brief, tense look. Zeph’s eyes narrowed, his face hardening into a mask of focus and danger. He twisted the vehicle sharply, aligning it precisely with the trailer’s side as it moved, angling the car to slip beneath the gap. Tires screamed against asphalt as he pivoted, the vehicle sliding sideways under the trailer while both raced forward. Sparks flew as metal scraped metal, the sound grating and sharp. With a final, expert adjustment, Zeph straightened the wheels, surging ahead at full speed.

Gaius grinned, cracking his knuckles as a blood-lust aura emanated from him. “How do we get home now?” Michael asked. With a snap of Azariel's finger, the car appeared. He had parked it at the forest entrance before we entered the forest. “Wow, what is this beautiful thing?” Michael looked in awe as he caressed the car’s body. Ivana and Gaius didn't move from their spots, but I could see they were amazed by it. “It's a car, a Lamborghini Aventador.” Azariel explained.

The precious truth is lost forever. The security alarm on the west end of the Denon Wing sent the pigeons in the nearby Tuileries Gardens scattering as Jim and Sophie dashed out of the bulkhead into the Paris night. As they ran across the plaza to Sophie's car, Jim could hear the police sirens wailing in the distance. "That's it there," Sophie called, pointing to a red snub-nosed two-seater parked on the plaza. The vehicle was easily the smallest car Jim had ever seen. "SmartCar," she said. "A hundred kilometers the liter."

Julia's dad parked her car in front of the store when he dropped by the store earlier. I walked to the bus stop and waited for the bus to arrive. "Cara, I'll drive you home," Austin suddenly appeared in front of me, riding a motorcycle. "When did you buy a motorcycle?" I asked him as I went near him. "This is my father's. I only borrowed it," he said. "It's dangerous. Be careful," I said. Austin needs to be careful if he doesn't want to be like what happened to Dad. "I didn't want to ride with Julia so I could have some time alone," I said.

It is the same feeling he had when they went to the same school for the first time too. While humming, Zion hopped into his white car and drove along the highway. He sped up in the road, passing through cars. The way towards the company suddenly feels so long for Zion who’s used of driving for long hours. Maybe because he wanted to see Harriet as soon as possible. At last, Zion almost arrived at the company. He was going to go in the underground parking of the building, but changed his mind when he saw a familiar vehicle from afar. “That car is…” he mumbled while looking at the black car with plate number UTH 7685.

We made our way out of the yard and kept walking close to the benches while my security was just a small distance away, making sure we were safe. I don't know why Zoe was so obsessed with Jeeps. Every time one would pass, she just wouldn't stop staring at it and admiring the features. “Why aren't you saying anything?" “Maybe I got used to riding in SUVs," I answered. “That's right. I don't even remember the last time you rode your Ferrari Scarlett. What's with the delay?” Zoe looked at me. "It's not that I'm just forever busy and sometimes don't get time to have fun with my cars,” I answered before I looked into the distance and met the eyes of Daniel.

ZOEY "So is it safe to say you guys are sort of in a relationship now." Jane chirped with her glare on Zoey whose hands were busied on her steering and her eyes fixed upfront as she drove her dashing ash coloured 2019 Lamborghini Urus SUV out of Jane's apartment.

Zoe froze, panic clawing at her throat. “Go!” Dominic barked, shoving her forward. They sprinted toward the waiting car, Nikola at the wheel, the engine already roaring to life. The forest surrounding the estate loomed dark and unwelcoming, its shadows threatening to consume them. Zoe barely made it into the back seat before Dominic slammed the door shut behind her. He slid into the passenger seat as Sara jumped in beside Zoe, her breath coming in sharp bursts. “Drive!” Dominic ordered. Nikola didn’t need to be told twice. The tires screeched against the gravel, and the car lurched forward.