(RAVEN'S POINT OF VIEW)I've been racing since I was 17 and started racing professionally when I was 19. The feeling of the engine rumbling under my feet, the acceleration that throws my body backward, the excitement, the adrenaline, everything that surges through my veins makes me want to go faster.As my eyes stay concentrated on the road, my hands on the steering wheel are on a tight grip and as the speedometer rises close to a red zone, that feeling of thrill floods my veins. It's why I loved racing, it rears a feeling of freedom and control that I only get on the tracks. The combination of speed, danger, and the satisfaction of winning, I never want this feeling to end but it does when the car zaps through the finishing line and I step on the brakes.Instantly, my teammates in their purple, and white uniforms surround the car and I step out, taking off my helmet and feeling giggly as they laud my unique skills on the tracks. And oh, I'm the only girl in my team with five guys and

(RAVEN'S POINT OF VIEW)Just when I thought this night was going to drag by for a long while, it just gets intriguing and now I don't want this night to end.It's been ten minutes since Dad introduced me to his ‘Business Partners’ and everyone has gone their separate ways and instead of standing this time around, I decided to sit at a table where I get a better view of Mr. Velasquez interacting with people while I sip on my wine with my leg crossed over the other.“What do you think of them?” Dad occupies the chair beside me. “Hopefully, we will go a very long way keeping our corporations,” A grin possesses my face as my gaze remains cemented on the board back of my new object of obsession. “Mr. Velasquez is a very fine man,” the words exit my lips before I can stop or comprehend them. Dad gives me a bizarre look but I don't bother to rectify my words, I just glance away and take another sip of my drink.“Don't tell me you have a thing for older men,” I throw my dad a look and try n

(RAVEN'S POINT OF VIEW) The person that saunters into the room is Avhi and she also halts at the sight of Damien. A look of recognition traverses her face then she frowns as if it doesn't make sense while Damien only gives her that vacant look that's been relentless since he ambled in. I almost thought they knew each other till Damien finally breaks whatever contact they were having and walks out of the room without looking back. When Ahvi finally pivots her attention to me, I wipe the tears from my eyes before she notices. “He looks familiar,” she comment approaching the bed. “His green eyes remind me of…” quickly, she trails off. “And his surname is the same as…” again, she goes off but then shakes her head and gives me all her attention. Ahvi sports a pout as she reads my face, quickly sitting on the bed and taking hold of my hand. “Why are you crying? Does it hurt that much?” she inquires, teaching out to stroke my hair with her free hand. I hold her hand tightly. “I can neve

(RAVEN'S POINT OF VIEW)“Are you sure you can do this? Someone can always take your place,” The team manager asked for the nth time since I showed up at the stadium on the day of the championship keen for the race.I'm already dressed in my tracksuit. “It's fine,” I retorted for the nth time as I put on my gloves and I'm getting ruffled now. I know my body better than anyone, if I feel my injury is going to be a nuisance, I'll gladly be one of the audience outside. “No it's not fine and I don't believe you know how disconcerting this situation is. This is a championship that comes once a year and we need that medal. I don't want you going out there and spoiling things for us. Everyone has toiled hard just for this championship!” I sent him a look. “And you think I haven't been working hard, that's the whole point of me wanting to race because a last-minute change of a racer spoils things as you put it. If I can't race today, I won't be here,” He smacks his forehead, evidently he's

(RAVEN'S POINT OF VIEW)I wake up staring at an unfamiliar awning with bedim lightning. I blink repeatedly, trying to get the blur off my vision and then I hauls myself to a sitting position on the bed I find myself on; I let out a cry that has me lifting my hand to my head but touches a bandage wrapped around it, the new knowledge makes me pause and tries to think what the heck happen. Slowly, I look around my surroundings. The bedroom is ample and has a glass door that leads to a balcony. Its colors are lavish yet austere with a sofa in the middle of the room and a table underneath a rug. Where the hell am I? The question loops in my head and slowly, I put my feet on the floor; that's when I notice their bareness and that's when I notice the white sleeve collar shirt I'm wearing with nothing.I gasp. Someone took my clothes off when I was out? I hold my head, making an effort to recollect what transpired and quickly, everything comes scampering back.That creature, the unspecified