Maximum Ride Graphic Novels & Stories

Cash popped in the DVD. “Let’s have a look-see.” The rides were painful to watch. Not because of the reminder of physical pain, but because it looked as if Chase McKay had never ridden a bull. After they watched all the short test rides, Cash inserted the disk with Chase’s winning rides, or at least the rides he’d managed to hang on for the full eight seconds.

“Ride me. Show me how much you’ve wanted this.” I sank down slowly at first, gasping at the stretch. “So big… filling me completely.” Then I moved, hips grinding in circles before bouncing harder. The bed creaked under us as I rode him intensively, our bodies slapping together. “Talk to me. Tell me how wrong this feels.”

Sorry, I’m An Anti-Romantic . By Authoress Kamara . Chapter 15: Impressions . "Ah, this one should be simple enough for even Blake to ride." Ryder pointed to a low rising slide ahead of them. He was right, the ride had no huge drops or any turns, it was just a one way slide with a few dips here and there. Looking at it more closely, the ride was actually meant to be for racing against others. There were several people going down at once, trying to beat their friends. And to make this even better, the ride had eight slides, a perfect amount to accompany their group of seven.

" Train ticket ?......Wiat ! I need that train ticket . " said Edward . " Huh ?........You needed that train ticket ?.........I am very sorry . That girl took the last ticket of this time's ride . I can give you the same ticket for the next ride if you want . " said the worker . " When will the next ride start ? " asked Edward . " It will start after forty minutes . The train ride is the longest ride we have in the amusement park . " said the worker .

Sarah read. “Yes. There we can ride in the Car of Tomorrow— a brand new vehicle they call the Mustang—upon the Road of Tomorrow." Tracing the path of the half mile spiraling road of reinforced concrete paved with non-skid Monocork, she elaborated. "It passes through part of the pavilion, circling the exterior garden. It's the highest view of the fairgrounds from any pavilion here. Inside, they have a wonderful exhibit with graphics that show how things we take from the soil are made through industry into the things we use in our lives.” “It sounds as though you’ve already seen it.” Sarah sounded disappointed.

The slight tap of his fingers against the table whenever something interested him. It annoyed me because I was supposed to be creating some distance between us, not finding more reasons to miss him. The next slide appeared on the screen and a few people immediately sat up straighter. A giant Ferris wheel stood beside the river and several people exchanged surprised looks. The marketing director smiled. "Our main attraction." The wheel was enormous. White lights wrapped around the frame and the cabins looked more like something you would find at an expensive event than at a carnival. I could already imagine people lining up to take photographs.

ALPHA MAX CHAPTER 3: The ride was quiet and also had this cold air, no one talked even Giovanni who was talkative. He tried to put on his music in his brother car but unfortunately, the man swatted his hand earning a whine from him. Max glared at him while driving straight, Jayla was panicking since he was driving and didn't look at the front but surprisingly he was a very good driver and even turned to the right without looking at the front as if he knew the roads already.

He opened the door. I expected the room to be small, however, it was a large circular room, with several windows and a maroon canopy bed in the middle. I walked towards one of the windows to find I had a bird’s eye view of the green mountains and the river. It looked beautiful in the view of the sunsets. Pink, orange, and purple colors danced behind the forest green mountains. “It’s beautiful!” I voiced. “It’s also inescapable. Get inside.” Max demanded.

I mutter, my heart already racing. The ride starts with a slow, ominous climb, and I can feel the tension building in my stomach. Logan reaches over and gives my hand a quick squeeze. “You got this. Just relax and enjoy yourself,” he says, his voice steady and reassuring. And then we drop. The world blurs as we plummet, the wind whipping through my hair and stealing my breath. I scream, but it’s the kind of scream that’s half-terror, half-exhilaration. Logan’s laughing beside me, his voice cutting through the chaos as we loop and twist through the air. By the time the ride slows to a stop, my heart’s pounding, and I’m grinning so wide my face hurts.

Of course not, I won’t give her time to doubt, no sir, I'll kiss her breathlessly, I’ll wrap my arms like tentacles around her and keep her so satisfied, she’ll beg me to give her more and more advertising campaigns so she’ll never had to leave. Moving uncomfortably in the seat, I congratulated myself for not being that kind of rich posh with the need to drive a Ferrari or a Lamborghini, because with my height, it was impossible to do. I loved my Jeep Rubicon for its height and of course for the dark windows so they couldn’t see how turned on I was just at the thought of being with Olivia one more time. Five and a half hours later, thanks to the afternoon traffic, I entered my brother's vine