Jude Demorest Race Novels & Stories

"Yamaha YZF-R3, the winner of the race." "What!?" Jace's jaws slacked. "What do you mean by the winner? This race doesn't allow any females." "She tricked others and participated as a male participant," the young man chuckled. "She is kinda interesting. As far as I saw, I think she wasn't even interested in the race. I want to know each and every detail about her."

Lexus went to us. “You’re just lucky woman. I encountered a problem with my wheel earlier.” He commented. “Oh really?” I asked mockingly. “This isn’t the last Jada, see you next week.” Lexus shot back before vanishing from my sight. He can’t accept defeat, isn’t he? “So you have to join the race next week.” Martini made me back to my senses. “I have nothing to prove on him Martini, the only reason I’ll go to that race was because of the foreign racers,” I mentioned.

The crowd cast a quick look at them but paid no further attention and continued to watch below. Jake shook his wrist, then placed his hands in his pockets. As he surveyed the bustling crowd, he asked, "Why is it so lively today?" Winston walked in front and stood at a high vantage point. His gaze moved downward, and he saw two cars preparing to race. Only two cars? Wasn't this supposed to be a huge event? Jake, too, was puzzled. So, he asked the man beside him, "Who are they?" The man chuckled. "Today's race is interesting. It's a woman against WK Club's street racing champion, Quincy Sanders!"

I watched the screen, hands clenched on the metal railing, heart pounding harder than I wanted to admit. He took corners without braking. Flew over uneven slopes like the ground wasn’t allowed to touch him. He wasn’t loud like Rocco. He didn’t need to be. His silence said enough: I came to win. By the final leg, it wasn’t even close. Rocco nudged me. “That’s Romero Mastrandrea. We used to train summers back. Don’t worry, he just likes getting under people’s skin.” Too late. Romero and his co-driver, or whoever his partner was, swept the race. Luis tried, I tried, but it didn’t matter. Every time I looked across the monitor, I saw him.

Damien clinked his glass against Austin's but only took a small sip. "So X," Austin said, leaning back and studying Damien a knowing eye. "Tell me about the race. When's the next one? I've been itching to get back on the track. That new Ferrari of mine has been begging to be let loose." Austin shook his head. "The race is on hold. Kerce hasn't shown up to the last three meets. Word is he's got a new job, something serious. He hasn't told me what it is, but he's been keeping a low profile."

A woman dressed in similar colours as the racer chuckled, much to the other man’s chagrin. He turned roughly and stormed off before Deagan or Aria could catch a glimpse of his face. “Who was that?” Aria asked with mirth in her voice as the crowd laughed at Dwane’s back. “An Oompa Loompa in an orange jumpsuit.” The woman beside the racer grinned widely, throwing a piece of popcorn into her mouth. “Advocate!” The racer spread his arms with a happy smile on his face at seeing Aria. “Johnathan George Cross!” Aria greeted loudly, drawing a cackle from the crowd and narrowed eyes from the racer himself. Deagan sensed he wasn’t very fond of his full name.

Karissa was afraid that Charlotte would change her mind, so she quickly replied, "Then I will also make arrangements! Let's try to clarify all the previous rumors at once!" In the second year of Charlotte's debut in the jet ski race, there were some very bad rumors in the circle because she was unwilling to show her face. Those who said Charlotte was extremely ugly and therefore dared not show her face, were already engaging in low-level slander. Exaggeratingly speaking, Charlotte was actually a man, because he couldn't make it to the finals in the men's competition, so he came to the women's division to seek attention!

She doesn't answer, only shrugs and looks to the ground. We just have enough time to get ready for the race. I help Kiara strap up in her car. "You ok?" I know this all shook her up emotionally. "Are you sure you can drive?" "More than that," she smiles, and I know the race is what she needs right now. It's going to be her vent. I give her a kiss and walk back to my friends. "Didn't know a race could contain so much drama," Nick says, and we all give him a glare. "Well, that guy definitely deserved it, after cheating on Kiara," he adds with a smirk.

His voice was deep and seductive. Kourtney took out his ears and walked over to Dude, handing him the one with the pinhole camera. "Follow my lead and I'll help you win over Soul Racer." Dude doesn't believe Kourtney at first, does he? She could race professionally! But then he saw the look in Kourtney's eyes and he started to believe. "Okay!" Dude gets on the track and starts warming up, while Brittany waits excitedly at the side of the track. Jeff and Kourtney sit in the stands.

She accepted immediately and asked when she could move in. We have been living here ever since. Ratchet decided to stay at the other house to give independence a try. I think he was also trying to give us some privacy as well but didn’t want to say anything to Speed. Brick let him know he was welcome to come here anytime he wanted and that Ratchet should consider this his home as well. Speed has had two races this month. She placed second and first. She is now preparing for something called an All Star race that is happening in five weeks. It is the top three racers from all over the state to compete with each other. Jason put Speed’s name in even though she hasn’t been racing here long. He