Jude Demorest Race Novels & Stories

Jessica Strauss had gone in search of some local car racers who were having issues with the cops due to over speeding and illegal racings. But in order to drop all those charges, they will have to race against our own international racer, the formula 1 champion, Dolph Henry, Medley’s boyfriend in transporting other dancers, within the most limited time, from the airport to the BASE. They happily agreed to it. A helicopter was arranged to monitor the race alongside a cinematographer and a commentator for live coverage. Surprisingly, the race appeared on many TV stations in the United States, giving the racers some huge popularity.

Austin could feel Jade's gaze on him while Coach Damian Addressed them. "Now everyone get into position" Jade ran across everyone there and immediately took his position besides Austin. "Do you even know what we are about to do" Austin focused his eyes forward trying not to give Jade the satisfaction of teasing him "Come on, I know you can see me Austin " Jade poked him "Even a dummy would know it's a 100m race Jade" "Oh well let's see what you got son" Jade looked forward, fixing his grip and Feet on the ground.

But to just get Lorenzo’s troublesome ass out of our face, I had to finish the race that I had accepted to partake in. Perhaps, I thought, if I win the race, by the moon goddess's aid, she will see how apologetic Iwas and finally accept me as her mate. I turned my eyes to the stairs as I heard someone walking down, to see dad while Camila walked behind him. They were dressed and ready for the race. Camila walked over to Jasmine, gave her a side hug and kept her by her side. "Are we going to see you there?" Dad said and I nodded.

Madonna Saint Elise POV I rush back to my trailer, swinging the door wide open, and scramble to find the remote. Clicking the TV on, I search the channels until I find P1 racing. I have no idea if I’ve missed Joemar qualifying or if he stayed off the track this week like he should have. “Dumonte. Pace Set. Rogue Automotive.” I gasp when I see Saint Elise on the track. “Who’s in the driver’s seat? Come on. Come on.”

The engine roared to life, and the video call cut off, replaced by a countdown clock showing 30 minutes. “Goodbye, monsters,” Deborah said, watching the screen where Frederick and Vanessa were visibly excited, buckling their seatbelts as Frederick stepped on the accelerator to get the car moving. “Thanks for kicking off the torture, Deborah,” Brandon said with amusement. “You’re welcome… and honestly, I don’t want to see the end of this race. I still have fresh memories of the photos shown during the trial,” she said, clenching her fists as she remembered the state of her mother’s body after the accident.

“If you don’t mind, you can use that red sports car.” The Morses had arranged a blind date for Henry today. However, he did not want to go and came here to race instead. So, Howard came to capture him after receiving a call from their mom. “...Thanks, Mr. Morse.” Tracey drove a sedan today. Since it could not be used as a race car on the track, Mable did not refuse Howard’s offer. After confirming the race, Mable drove onto the track. As Naomi drove her car onto the track, she purposely stepped on the accelerator a few times to provoke Mable.

How could he hold his head high after that? “Calling you an idiot is an understatement! After Skybreaker's retirement, the racer who consistently held second place was defeated by her!" Carla rolled her eyes. "Aren't you an amateur racer? Don't you follow the racing news at all?" Kole had no retort. He'd been too busy living in luxury to bother with the news. At that moment, Cassie found the article and kept glancing between the racer's photo and Amelia’s face. She couldn't hold back any longer and shouted, "Ah! It's really her!"

With all these happenings, my mom has still not given up on her silly idea of still meeting up with Gwen and even went ahead to submit those divorce papers to the civil court which I later found out after getting a degree finalizing the end of my union with Giselle. Exhausted from the unrelenting grind of work and pressure from my mom’s end, I had to give myself a break so I took part in the exhilarating mayhem of the GT Racing competition, which was scheduled to take place at the esteemed Japan Autodrome. My heart was racing with excitement as I entered a tough competition with many gifted individuals from all around the world. “This race is fully sponsored by Velo-Stratos Automobile and th

he said, appearing in my doorway at seven in the morning with the energy of someone who had been awake for two hours and had been physically restraining himself from telling me for most of them. I was sitting on my bed with my father's unfinished letter, Celeste Vance's business card, and the specific emotional hangover of a girl who had spent the night discovering that the boy she was bonded to might have known his father helped fund her father's murder, and had not yet decided what to do with any of it. "A race," I said. "Inter-academy invitational. Legitimate. No supernatural elements, no blood moon, no council, just cars and a track and prize money." He held up his phone. "Dumont Academy

"I need to tell you something," Jayda said after her third lap, her breathing still labored but better than it had been three weeks ago, her lungs not quite burning the way they used to after even minimal exertion. Lucas looked up from his stopwatch, his expression already wary like he knew whatever she was about to say would be a problem, like he'd learned to read the particular tone in her voice that meant she'd done something he wouldn't approve of. "What?" She took a breath that didn't quite fill her lungs properly. "I got a call yesterday from David Chen, East Coast Amateur Racing Circuit, he offered me a spot in a race."