God Of Speed Flash Novels & Stories

Katherine repeated rule number one to Cassandra, rolling her eyes dramatically at her friend. “Babe, I respect your rules and all, but you're going a nice 29mph. The speed limit is 65. Maybe you can push it up to 50,” Cheryl tried to reason with Cassandra. “Bomboclaat man!" (Fuck it!) Cassandra cussed. "Look like unu wah dead tonight. Alright, mek mi kill unu pussyclaat!" (Look like you guys want to die tonight. Ok, let me kill you fuckers then). Cassandra stepped on the gas, speeding up the Volvo down the narrow, desolate road. The roof of the car danced with spray. The murmuring of the rain could be heard through the window. It sounded like the buzzing of an angry swarm of bees.

However, her words dissolve in her mouth as she realizes that Paul has abruptly accelerated the car. As Paul accelerates the car, a surge of adrenaline courses through Audrey's veins. The speedometer needle climbs rapidly, and the powerful engine roars beneath the hood. The Bugatti's sleek design glimmers under the streetlights, its aerodynamic curves and polished exterior exuding an air of luxury and sophistication.

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The black car unexpectedly brushed against them, nearly causing a collision. "Accelerate!" commanded Clark. "Ready, Sir!" The driver maximized the car's speed, intensifying the tense atmosphere. "Oh my! What's happening?!" Arren looked shocked, awakening from her short nap. Madam Rossie also widened her eyes, not expecting to be in a high-speed car like this. "Watch out!" shouted Arren as the driver almost hit the road barrier. With that speed, the driver skillfully navigated through the obstacle. He was indeed a skilled driver with extensive experience.

I swung into the highway and began speeding like never before, ignoring the fact that I might be chased by cops for driving at a very high speed or breaking one of the highway rules. Actually, I had exceeded the speed limit there although I wasn't the only one driving at top speed. Some cars were also moving fast, some even more faster than mine. Just then I had a flashback about one of the moments I had with Nicholas in his car, how he sped and almost got us both arrested by the cops some time ago. The thought saturated my mind making me to take my leg off the accelerator pedal and allowed the car to automatically reduced its speed by decreasing the gears sequentially.

The God of Speed "What do you think?" Xavier Grayson asked, his lips curling into a faint, predatory smirk. He slammed his foot on the accelerator. The racing car roared, its engine screaming as it tore down the track. As the needle climbed, the world outside became a blur of streaking lights. Chloe Bishop instinctively gripped the armrest, her knuckles turning white.

I loved my boots just the way they were. The drive started off nicely as we followed Chris location, Siri’s voice being of major help as we swerved lanes. “I spot prince charming,” I hummed tapping the arm of the chair, facing out the car window. Chris Ryder’s poster for his new movie, Silver Sworn was literally everywhere, only switching simultaneously with Justin Star Ryder’s top charting single. He was posed in his old English assassin type attire holding the sandix, the supposed thing he had to guard through the whole movie. His hair was dyed a glimmering silver, bringing out his natural blue eyes. Britney scoffed, turning left per siri’s instruction, “mm,” she hummed.

Rosemary protested while her lover walked out the main door. He was not going to take a leak—anyone old enough to know could tell from the springe in his hand. Someone was trying to cheat his way out of being a fast-shooter! “So you’re the Flash, huh? Come fast, go fast?” The driver jumped. He then turned in the direction of the voice to see who it was— And was promptly greeted by the blurry image of an incoming fist. The driver fell to the ground motionless. It was a hard punch, so it would take the average man 4 to 5 hours to recover.

I only knew what it meant. "Ah!" I couldn't help but screech when he accelerated way too much. I predict the speed is at the highest at around 210 miles per hour. But hey, he didn't discover the fire speed boost yet and I was thankful. I rarely used that feature, because for one, if I lost balance and hit something in that speed, I'd say hello to God. We reach the pack house and the fences open when they realise who the driver was. I slowly remove my hands from his body while sitting straight instead of leaning on him.

Elijah I was already pushing past Tyler, heading for one of the fastest cars, a sleek black Audi that could go from zero to a hundred in under four seconds. It was fast enough to outrun thoughts, to make everything blur. "Fuck it," I heard Tyler mutter to Gavin. "Backseat. Now." Footsteps followed me as I climbed into the driver's seat. The door slammed and the engine roared to life. Tyler and Gavin scrambled into the back just as I threw the car into gear and punched the accelerator.