Cheating The Race Hat In Time Novels & Stories

"We got a problem here, Ghost Rider. Turns out Razor had a tracker on your bike. Claims you knew the course ahead of time, that you sabotaged his engine at the starting line." "That's bullshit," I snapped. "I won fair and square." "Tracker don't lie, sweetheart." Snake crossed his arms. "Shows you riding this course three nights ago, practicing. That's against the rules. And Razor's bike? Somebody loosened his brake line just enough to make him cautious on the turns." Ice flooded my veins. "I didn't touch his bike. I've never cheated in my life." "Convenient that your helmet just happened to fall off after you won," Razor spat, pushing forward. His face was twisted with rage. "Probably plann

“Ten-four.” Evelyn runs over while the men get to work, staying out of the way. “Having fun?” I can’t wink or make many other movements with this helmet on, but she nods enthusiastically. “You’re doing great, baby.” “Five seconds!” I nod to Bobby and then, look back at my girlfriend. “I’ll see you later. Time to win a race.” As soon as I feel the last tire placed, I step on the gas and push the car back out there, keeping up my pace to stay ahead of them all. Sorry, gentlemen.

She smiles in her toffee accent. The dealer nods to me. Huh, me? Oh crap. “Okay.” I smile as I pretend to know what the hell I’m doing. Umm. I nervously look around at the numbers. What the heck number should I pick? “Umm.” The table all wait for my answer. Oh shit. “Ten, please,” I announce. My heart starts to race and I watch the wheel spin around and around until, unbelievably, it lands on ten. “You win.” The dealer smiles.

Zachary's eyes were cold, and his thin lips were slightly open. Before Zachary could say anything, a bodyguard who was at the finish line defended him. "Mr. Connor, don’t be fooled by her. Did she actually win? Everyone saw it. You didn't lose. If she isn’t satisfied with the result, you two can just race again." Charlotte’s heart sank, and her fingers curled up nervously. He was right! Even though she had won, she had won by cheating. If Zachary asked for this race to be invalidated and for them to race again, he would have a valid reason.

Ji-yeon Nakamura, third year, fastest on the wet track, raised two fingers from the back row in acknowledgment. "The course is the coastal circuit," Coach continued. "Forty miles. Four hours. Legitimate racing rules — no supernatural abilities, no shifting, no magic, no pack interference. This is monitored by a neutral officiating body." He looked at the room. "Which means anyone caught using abilities is disqualified and Warner loses its standing. We clear?" The room indicated that it was clear. "Good." Coach put the clipboard down. "Dumont is fast. Nightshade is dirty. Crestfall is technically clean but has historically interpreted the rules with significant creativity." He paused. "Ironve

"The entire race has to be run in your human form. Since some shifters are able to do a partial shift, we want to make sure that no one shifts even a little bit since that could help you. The entire race must be run in your human form." Blade didn't say anything, only pressed his lips together. River had to wonder what was the matter with him. Had he been intending to cheat by shifting a bit? Even just a slight shift would make him faster than any human. It wouldn't surprise River if he did cheat. It sure did seem like he'd done something to give himself an advantage the day before. "If no one has any questions, I'll ask you all to come up to the line, and on my whistle, you can start," Beta

The masked man muttered. Prince Q waved at everyone that he could as he headed for the car that was readied for him. The rest of the racers were already inside the car when they heard the name Prince Q. Each of them gritted their teeth; the probability of them winning was low with him in the game. Y placed the helmet on her head and helped her strap it. She didn't have the time to change into the racing clothes because the race was about to begin. She got into the car, her position was at the last, and the rest of the cars were up ahead. The race was going to begin in three minutes, the only left was for the wealthy men to bet on each player that was going to take the first position.

He called them, but there was no answer. In the final lap, Caitlin, who had been behind, suddenly surged forward. It was clear she had been holding back, but now she was racing with the speed of the wind. Jasmine, anxious, tossed her hat on the track and pretended to pick it up. As Caitlin raced toward her, she realized it wasn't the wind that had blown the hat off—it was a deliberate move by Jasmine. Since Jasmine was asking for trouble, Caitlin had no intention of holding back.

Niamh had her own plan. To eliminate suspicion, she had planted tiny flying insects inside the helmets of four or five of the worst-performing racers in history. During the race, the bugs would crawl into their hair, skitter across their scalps, and eventually make their way to their eyes and faces. The moment the insects made contact, the affected racers would be thrown off their game. With that distraction, her own ranking would improve. Of course, she had also planted some in Luna's helmet out of spite. If Luna screwed up in this race, then the so-called "Eucon's No.1 Female Racer" would be forever humiliated.

“I wanted to check up on you. Saw your gearbag with you when you left the apartment.” “Left the apartment?” Liana echoed. “You guys live together?” I hushed her and skated forward. “You came here to see me?” “Yeah.” “After your race?” “No. I had an interview” “In that outfit.” He looked down briefly. “I didn't have time to change and the team manager insisted I wear it.” I frowned. “Why were you clapping?” "You skated," he said simply. "That's your explanation?" "It was good," he added.