All Racers In Sugar Rush Novels & Stories

"Luna Melanie? What are you doing here?" Melanie explained why she was there. Erasmus immediately raised his hand and swore, "It's my favorite racer—the number one female racer in the US, CC's—first race since she came back! I can't miss it! I promise, I'll go home right after the race. I won't cause any trouble! Just let me be and go back!" "But—" Before Melanie could finish, a sudden cheer erupted from the front. Everyone was shouting "CC's" name. "CC is coming out?!"

A sharp horn blared, signaling the start of the race. The cars shot forward, tires screeching against the asphalt, leaving trails of smoke in their wake. The crowd erupted in cheers, their excitement palpable as the racers navigated the treacherous track. The course wound through the warehouse, a narrow, twisting path with sharp turns and dangerous straightaways.

he chuckled as he asked her. “I heard,” Scar said. “Mouse, this is more like an audition than anything else.” He said softly. “An audition for what?” she asked as she looked around. “To find the perfect baby.” He said. “What?” She asked as she met his eyes. “Your friend must be one if she was able to get you in here. It is a closed event.” He said. “A baby, you know sugar, baby.” “A sugar baby?” She asked. “Sweetheart, you know nothing about any of this, do you?” he asked, taking in her wide eyes.

"Did you see Black Raven ?! He's so hot!" I winced at the shouts of the women behind us. Four racers were fighting, I realized that Gabriel was also one of them operating the yellow McLaren. Kuya Loren and Gavin lead them. Gabriel chases but he can't keep up with Kuya's speed. People were screaming at the smooth drift that Kuya Loren made. It looks like he will win again. I smirked, but everyone was so quiet that Gavin quickly chased after him and went with Loren. Trembling rumbled in my chest as I watched the cars almost fly away.

If something hits the windshield it could obstruct your vision. “ I have it cleared with a street sweeper before every race. Then I have a clean-up crew and I walk the edges of the track as well.” Jason says. I’m impressed. Ratchet taps me on the shoulder and signs “ If we race, is there somewhere we can park our rig?” Jason points to a field in the very back of the track. “ That’s where a few of the racers park. You could put it there with the rest of them. Most of my guys are local so they just bring their cars on trailers but I do have some who have rigs. Yours will be safe out there. And I have access to the track from there to bring your cars in.” Jason says. I like how he didn’t mentio

His head hung low, hiding most of his face under his cap. She noticed his tall, straight nose and sexy lips. She didn't need to see his eyes to know he was hot. When he looked up, Millie was already doing downward stretches. That was how they missed each other's glance. … Soon, it was time for the race. Millie rented a green racecar. There were four racers in this round. The track at Ambrose Street was as tough as Python Mountain's, a test for the experience and technique of the racers.

he said in a ridiculed tone. The race was fierce; the racers were rushing at an alarming speed, and everywhere they passed, the dust rose. Due to the afterimage they left, it made it difficult for anyone to differentiate which competitor was first or last. For now, green, black, and white were struggling for the first place, followed by brown, red, yellow, orange, and navy-blue.

Because of this, he almost hit the side of the road. Finding the opportunity, the two angel-devil members immediately accelerated the pace of their motorcycles and left Nam Gil far behind. The two smiled at each other then quickly reached the finish line together. Hyang and the other two gang members cheerfully welcomed their friend who became the winner. The race was a match between two gangs, The Angel-devil from the SEC's elite school and the Blackhawk gang from the other school. The members of the Blackhawk gang looked at Hyang and his friends with expressions full of anger.

“He’s been racing them since he was sixteen.” “And what about Marcus?” I asked. “Marcus plays dirty. He always has,” Jake said, his expression darkening. The crowd’s cheers grew louder as the racers approached, their headlights piercing the darkness. The two bikes were just inches apart, speeding toward the finish line in a breathtaking rush. My heart stopped as they neared the final curve. Kane was in front by a hair, but Marcus was closing in fast. The finish line rushed toward them like fate itself, and I realized I was holding my breath.

"Just the way I like it." Ugh, spare me. Nevertheless, I mustered a fake smile in response. As much as it grated on me to feign even the slightest affection for this imbecile over the past month, I couldn't blow my cover now, not after enduring all this torture. "Okay, spill," he finally began to explain. "Like I mentioned earlier, the big race is tomorrow night. There will be ten competitors and three races. The first five to cross the finish line in the first race move on to the second, and the top two from there will compete in the final race for the twenty grand." He paused to take a deep breath. "As much as I despise that jerk, he drives like the late Michael Schumacher, which means the