La Carrera De La Rata Novels & Stories

Carla informed us. This was a typical thing for our pack, the Shadow pack. We were the only pack in the world that had the whole town and school. Other packs liked to come and admire our set up. Some even try to create it themselves but it never seems to work out for them. Carla's Dad is the pack Beta and her Dad tells her almost everything since she's the next Beta in line. He is working with her even more since she and James discovered that they are mates and there isn't a danger that she will have to leave the pack. That's yet another reason why I don't want to find my mate.

Maybe he has an idea about that promise but just like me he looks clueless too. “I don’t think I remember, Valeria,” I scratched my head. “I have poor memory,” Valeria sighed. “We promised each other that when we meet our wolf we will race and whoever wins will be granted a wish,” That sounds childish. Well, what would I expect? They made that promise when they were still kids. Besides Valeria seems to act like a kid too. She carries herself like an elegant woman but whenever she speaks her voice is on high pitch, as if she were always excited.

Carson had his eyes wide open as sweat entered his eyes burning and reddening them, afraid to miss something, especially with the flickering lights. Reaching his short but long destination, Carson pulled back the machine with all his strength. That was when he saw it. “Ahhh!” He screamed out loud and backed up until he tripped on an object and fell. Anderson was right. It was a rodent. A huge rat the size of a football. Its black fur glowing with lights. It stopped what it was munching on and looked up threateningly with its red eyes at the intruder that had just ruined its meal.

"Cara, Cara... get up." Roy shouted, bent down and helped her up on her feet. The race meant for the trial had begun and Cara had fell down, hitting her head on a rock. She was knocked down by another werewolf who strived to outrun her. Roy who was already ahead of everyone else had to stop after hearing a loud bang tht caused Cara to scream. The race had no rules, which means that a werewolf could beat up another participant, all for the sole purpose of overrunning themselves and Cara already became a victim of that.

For this afternoon, she will only bring clothes and a few important items first; the rest she will transport later in the day. In the car, Clarita was playing with her knuckles, one of her habits when she was afraid or anxious. Occasionally, she turned to look at the cars and motorcycles that had been following her. She also told the taxi driver to follow her instructions. According to Dean's plan, she was to act scared and anxious. She must make her prey believe that she will escape. The chase stopped right after the traffic light, and the cars and motorcycles following it stopped at the red light. Clarita also asked the driver to slow down the car because the aim was to lure the rat to fol

The race started, Keller smoothly started the car smoothly, “nice car” she commented Gatlin’s new red Audi R8 is the centre of attraction with its smooth and highest speed soon Keller left other cars behind and she was leading, Keller’s driving was skilled one by one she left everyone behind but she wasn’t happy with this “why there is no competitor today” Keller said being annoyed when Gatlin saw behind “wish granted”

Hatred and the thirst for murder owned HIS entire being, eclipsing reason, usually so sober and prudent. The rapid run soon took Kit's breath away and a stitch in her side. She realized that she could not withstand such a pace, and slowed down. We need to conserve strength... Grasping the cool sea breeze in her mouth, she stopped to catch her breath, spat out viscous saliva... And froze, ceasing to breathe. She thought she heard the sound of an approaching car. Fear gave her both strength and agility, and she again ran along the road strewn with small sharp stones, spitting on the pain in her bare feet.

It was identical to the scent that was currently clinging to the air outside Diego's room. He stared down the empty hallway, his brow furrowing in deep confusion. No, he thought, shaking his head as a cold chuckle escaped his lips. It is impossible. Valeria was a dirty, frightened maid who groveled on the floor in an oversized apron. Luna was a fierce, commanding queen who moved like sin under purple lights. It was just a coincidence. Madrid was flooded with the same cheap perfumes, and his mind was simply playing tricks on him because he was exhausted. He brushed the ridiculous thought from his mind, turned on his heel, and walked back to his quarters, determined to erase the maid's tear-st

She show him her middle finger as her hands are covered in white gloves adding a good contrast to her red race gear, before pulling the windows up. He clench his teeth angrily turning on his own car engine. “lets see who will win this race”, he tells himself. “Ofcourse me, as always”, he tell back mentally smirking. Jack: so all the racers on your marks, three.... two.... one.....go! A loud gunshot make cassandra press her leg on accelerator making her car dash forward cutting air. She saw black Lamborghini just beside her catching speed. Not in a mood of losing she press more on the accelerator as now her car is in lead.

Then, I spotted Ryan, the person Cara had been talking about, I only recognized him because I saw him sitting beside his brother. He stretched trying to warm up, while I stared at the race track. I noticed that it was not a normal race, there were obstacles on the path including moving obstacles. The rules were simple, you could either avoid the obstacles or destroy them, the main thing was to reach the finish line. Soon the race started, they blew the whistle and everyone ran.. The wind rushed past my ears as I sprinted forward. I tried to keep up as I increased my pace, then I noticed that Ryan was destroying the obstacles in his way as he ran, and he was really fast.