Twitch Turbo Prix

Everyone wants a piece of Lucien Vale, his money, his fame, his name. Ariana Cross wants nothing to do with him. She’s too busy fighting to survive: engineering classes by day, dead-end jobs by night, and a little sister whose next hospital bill could break them for good. Pride is the only thing her father didn’t steal when he walked out. But when a career-ending scandal rocks Lucien’s world, the ice-cold racing champion needs a miracle: a fake girlfriend who can fix his cars and his reputation. He offers Ariana everything: money, security, her sister’s future if she’ll play the part. She says no. Until one brutal night leaves her with no choice. What starts as a cold business deal explodes into a dangerous obsession. The closer Ariana gets to Lucien, the more she sees the broken man behind the legend: sleepless nights, buried rage, and a mother’s death that was never just an accident. Their lives were tangled long before they met. Now trapped in a web of lies, scorching chemistry, and secrets dark enough to destroy them both, Ariana discovers the deadliest truth of all….. Some collisions were never accidents.

On the eve of the National Robotics Championship, I smashed my carefully designed bot to pieces and announced my withdrawal. Everyone said I was a fraud who was quitting out of fear of being exposed. Online, the netizens mocked me relentlessly. Only one person, Adrian Cross, the so-called genius of the century, spoke up in my defense, his voice dripping with false sincerity, "I believe in River Lowell’s skills. Only he deserves to be my opponent. No matter what setbacks he’s facing, I hope he comes back to the arena and proves himself." In my previous life, the robot I built was identical to his. No matter how I tried to prove he had copied me, Adrian stood before the cameras, wearing his benevolent mask, and said, "It’s fine. This robot can go to River. I can always build something even better." His fans swarmed me, tearing me apart online, and no one believed in my talent. I swallowed the humiliation and vowed to rebuild my robot from scratch. However, when I was assembling it, the Power Core in my kit exploded, shattering my skull. That same night, I was rushed into the ICU. Netizens clapped and cheered, saying I got exactly what I deserved. That night, my girlfriend, Lila Hart, signed the hospital’s DNR consent form without hesitation. Until the day I died, I never understood how Adrian had gotten my robot’s data or why Lila had joined forces with him. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the very day of the competition.

The day before the race, I burned my car and announced my withdrawal. Overnight, my fanbase collapsed. Supporters unfollowed in droves, and casual fans turned on me just as viciously. Jasper, the man who had always treated me as his only real rival, put on a show of false concern. “Without him, the race feels too lonely. No matter what, I still hope he’ll return to the track and face me properly.” I sneered. In my previous life, the racecar I had painstakingly modified ended up identical to his. No matter how many videos I released of full recordings of every step I personally took, all Jasper had to do was tearfully tell his fans, “Then let Finn use it. He needs it more than I do. I’ll win on my own strength.” And just like that, I became the shameless thief in everyone’s eyes. Later, the moment I started my car, the components inside exploded, and I was left in a vegetative state. His fans called it karma. Even on the day my fiancée pulled out my oxygen tube and watched me die, I still couldn’t understand. Why had everything that belonged to me—my career, my girlfriend—all become Jasper’s? When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day the race schedule was first announced.

It has been said that opposite attracts but does that attraction last? Tresh Taylor AKA TT is a hot multi billionaire award winning explicit R&B singer, living on the fast lane. He rules the music industry with sponsors bowing at his feet. A typical playboy with exorbitant lifestyle, designer clothes and fast rides. Exclusive memberships, parties, hot girls the order of his day. His goals are clear, get richer and more fame. He is on the right tract until he meets Dr Amaya Lorgan, an introvert emergency medicine specialist, the best in the field. She serves humanity the best she could, even to her own detriment. Sometimes too geeky for her own good, she is head hunted by every great hospital there is. Their two very different personalities are the definition of fire and ice. One is driven by Cash, Codes&Cars the other by a demanding career and academic accolades. They met by coincidence, brought together by a tragedy. Their attraction is undeniable, passion uncontrollable but heartache and betrayal is inevitable. Love might be the victim but can loyalty stand the test of time when their divergent worlds pull them to opposite directions?

During the biggest racing event of the year, something goes terribly wrong and turns the track into a disaster. Without thinking, Nora runs into flames to save her husband, Caden Ackley, just to see him kissing the woman he had always sworn was just a friend as life drained from the both of them. The world immediately becomes small as she finds out her husband’s mistress was also pregnant for him. Too small that she doesn’t realize the car beside her has exploded till the explosion throws her off the ground and into a broken race track barrier. “Caden, since you think I’m bad luck, if there is ever a next life, I pray for the chance to truly be that to you.” She whispers as the last bit of life leaves her. Fate gives her a second chance at life and she’s determined to rewrite her story to prevent the disaster from happening again — this time with her ex husband’s rival and training instructor, Dorian Stone, by her side. But as feelings she never expected start to grow between them, the only question in her mind is: Can a divorced mother find love on the race track?

To pay off my student loans, I started doing spicy streams online. I never thought I'd actually blow up. Every night, my audience floods the chat, fawning over my face and my body. I love the attention, and I work hard to give them what they want. Until I was dropped into a horror game. The first thing I saw when I opened my eyes was a rotting corpse. And for some reason, my livestream was still running. When the game’s Boss told us all to pick a weapon to die by. The other players all chose to die of old age, or peacefully in their sleep like a baby. I turned my phone to face the boss. "My fans think you're hot," I stammered. "They want me to be killed by... well, by the weapon between your legs. They said 'deeply.' Is that... an option?" The other players whispered among themselves. “This woman must have a death wish.” “Just watch. The Boss is about to tear her to shreds.” But no one expected the Boss to blush.