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.

As they were explaining the route he looked at me and said, " You think you can handle me beating you tonight?" I laughed at his stupid smug face. We both looked at the race organizers and said we were ready she said not everyone is here yet. We both said, "We want to get this over and to just start the race already". Then out of the corner of my eye I see a black Koenigsegg Jesko Absolut pull up with tinted windows. Then someone from the passenger side got out and ran up to us. I don't know who this person is, they tell the race organizer that the driver is ready.

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.

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."

Tucker raised his hand as if taking an oath. "Today is CC's first race since returning to the country. She's the top female racer in the continent and my idol. I can't miss it! I swear I'll head back right after the race. So don't worry about me and go home." "But—" Celeste began, only to be interrupted by a chorus of excited voices ahead, shouting "CC." "My idol is coming out?" Tucker exclaimed, completely forgetting about Celeste. He joined the crowd in cheering and raised his binoculars to focus on the starting line.

With clenched fists and gritted teeth, he braces himself for the starting signal, ready to push his limits and prove his worth. The third competitor, Jay Nashville a wild one with the bustling passion to win this race, radiates an air of mystery and unpredictability. His car, modified and adorned with neon lights, stands out amidst the sea of contenders. His reputation for daring maneuvers and audacity overtakes precedes him, adding an element of intrigue to the race. As the starting lights ignite, the race erupts into a symphony of screeching tires and roaring engines. The competitors propel their cars forward with lightning speed, their headlights piercing through the night, creating a tra