Is Godspeed Faster Than Flash Novels & Stories

"You should have picked the Bombardier Global 800 instead of this feather crawling at 988 km/h. The former boasts 1235 km/h.” Pride swelled in my chest at his appraisal. My little sage, dismantling the bounty of science. What more could I ask for? His jaw ticked, irritation creeping into his features. I cocked a brow—Mama mode. "You know the difference, Mom?" he asked, lips pursing. I shook my head. "No." He huffed, setting down the tablet and raising two fingers. "Two, Mrs. Crawford. Two hours, seven minutes, and sixteen seconds." His voice dropped. "I should've been home finishing my theory. Thanks, Mom."

The raw roar of the engine echoed through the air and, in spirit, shook the very foundations of the earth. Adrian, driving like the wind, witnessed his speedometer needle rise and fall a hair's breadth from the upper limits. Isaac and Desmond were so thrilled that their faces glowed with joy and relief. "Yoooo!" They were vociferating, gravely hoarse from the excitement. The atmosphere was thunderous inside the car, filled with buoyancy while speeding away from impending attack.

Lucian The world exploded into motion the moment Katy’s go signal resonated in the race track. My foot slammed down on the accelerator, and my machine launched forward like a bullet. The force pushed me back into the seat, adrenaline spiking through my system. Victor shot out fast on my left, his BMW's launch control working perfectly. Elias matched my acceleration on the right, his Porsche's engine screaming. The two pack members fell behind immediately. They were good drivers, but not good enough to keep up with this level of competition.

He knew they wouldn’t be able to resist that. “Even with a jet—Cooper, is this even possible? New York and back?” Cooper cleared his throat. “Well, Horizon’s upgrade on Scott’s hypersonic craft boosted it from Mach 2 to Mach 5. That’s roughly 6,100 kilometers per hour over 2,450 miles of—” “Coop.” Mia’s voice was soft. “In English, please.” Everyone laughed. The tension fractured. “Yes. It’s possible. About forty-five minutes each way.”

asked Jenna. "That's about almost a thousand times more powerful than Nat's lightning!" exclaimed Carter. The others gasped when another sound filled the vicinity, except this one was not of roaring from Prometheus but came from the pipeline itself. "It's Nat!" spoke Katie. "She just passed Mach fifteen!" Franc added, "the accelerator is boosting her speed!" 💥

Seeing the two just starting off but already with such a big difference, Jeann anxiously stamped her feet and exclaimed, "Oh my God, can Frederick win?" Jordan, with a gloating expression, said, "Tyger's BMW motorcycle can hit 120 miles per hour with just a twist of the throttle. "Frederick's old electric scooter can only go up to 60 miles per hour, which is half as fast as Tyger. How could he possibly beat Tyger!" Jean didn't know much about motorcycles, but she knew that Jordan was very knowledgeable about them. She realized that what he said must be valid, and this made her nervous.

Vroom! The loud engine could be heard. Buck drove a modified vehicle capable of reaching speeds up to 800 km/h, while Wilbur drove a regular civilian car with a maximum speed of only 280 km/h. Therefore, even though Wilbur was flooring the accelerator, his car's speed was far slower than Buck's.

Charlie asked, “If they run, can our boat catch up to them?” Porter shook his head. “It would be impossible... Mr. Wade, a luxury yacht like that wouldn’t cut corners when it comes to power configuration. It’s like a Ferrari, while ours is like an unmaintained old truck. If they escape at maximum speed, they will be much faster than us.” “We should be thankful if our freighter can even reach twenty knots, but their yacht can easily reach fifty knots, and that’s about sixty miles per hour. With speed like that, it would be a miracle that we can catch up to them.”

After his friends left one after another, Godfrey, in the cold wind, suddenly saw a dazzling light coming at him at an extremely fast speed. Godfrey, who was drunk, did not have much of a reaction. He just raised his hand and covered up the dazzling light. But the next moment, Godfrey rose into the air and was knocked more than ten meters away by the no-Performance car. In the end, Godfrey only vaguely remembered that the car quickly drove away from the scene.

Their excitement was so over-the-top, making them seem more thrilled than the couple themselves. Unlike the gut-wrenching pain I felt when I first learned they were seeing each other, I now felt surprisingly calm. While they shared a sweet kiss as flower petals conveniently floated down around them like a scene from a rom-com, I was starting to feel disgusted with the whole display. "Congratulations," I said flatly. "Now that the grand confession is over, can I have my hair clip back? I have a date to get to." The atmosphere was dampened instantly, and one of Elliot's friends shoved me. "Daniella, are you doing this on purpose? Why are you trying to ruin Eli's moment?"