Maze Runner Winston Novels & Stories

from the local black market. "And I love winning," Kael sat in the driver's seat of a reinforced muscle car next to her. Aurora was buckled in the passenger seat, looking excited. Alex sat in the back of the command van, parked a block away. "I’m in the Tokyo Traffic Control Grid. Just say the word." A man with gold teeth and a robotic eye walked between the vehicles. The Race Master. "The finish line is inside the tunnel," he grinned. "First one to cross gets rights to the underground. The losers... leave their cars."

"Oh yes, I believe it may be, but a bad road. No chance of springing your horses on it. Clements told me as much, advised that north Road at the outset, but I thought I would try the other. However, that's neither there nor here. We ran a dingdong race to Latina, and drew level at Bell Boo, the turnpike man being deaf, as I suppose, and keeping me waiting a good three minutes before he would open the gate. But it may have been that new man of mine I had with me. He carried the yard of tin, you know, but he has no notion how to sound it - put me out of all patience. I daresay the pike keeper might not hear it at first. So Tim drew level with me there, and we had a famous race of it to Bosdo.

It's not like I haven't been in a real race with a real person before, it's just I only get to do that in my home town and I am a million miles away from my home town. I could feel the adrenaline rush through me as I keep trusting forward. Even though it sounded unbelievable to the ears, it was actually true I was in a mini-competition with my new found friend Ethan and I was winning. I am sure you are wondering how a motorbike is losing terribly to a horse well it's simple, and the answer isn't far fetched. Raymon is no ordinary horse, he is one of a kind whose powers and speed secrets are hidden deep within the knowledge of our people.

"But here’s the catch. Most of those platforms are booby-trapped decoys. The safe ones have a very slight, almost microscopic difference in the wood grain. To find the right path and read the letters in pitch black, they have to deliberately hold onto their wolf's night vision while trapped in human skin—an incredibly difficult test of mental control." Reagan grinned, her golden eyes flashing with competitive thrill. "If they find the right platform, they can balance and carry the blocks across. But if they lose their focus and just guess? The mechanism snaps. They sink straight into the freezing mud, drop their blocks, and have to wade all the way back to the first bank to start over, tryin

Wesley said with a mischievous grin. "Follow me." I glanced at Julian, who reassured me through a mind-link. So, we followed the two vampires, Wesley and Ashton, to what they called the race track, which turned out to be a winding mountain road outside the bar. "The rules are simple. Whoever passes this bend first wins. We have two cars here. You and Ashton will randomly pick a car key, and whichever key you get is your car," Wesley explained, pointing to the two cars. When we reached the front, we found both cars were old and battered. The blue one was missing a door and seats, while the red one seemed intact on the outside. However, when I took the driver's seat, I realized it lacked brake

And somewhere far from that rooftop, Raine Weston had no idea that two ghosts from her past had just joined forces to ruin her future. The walls of the Lucas Kingston estate were silent, but tension pulsed through the marble floors like a warning. Lucas sat alone in his study, the dim glow of the chandelier above him casting long shadows across his brooding face. A half-empty glass of bourbon trembled slightly in his hand as he replayed the headlines in his head. Aaron Kingston wins historic bid for vintage Porsche at charity auction. How did that bastard beat him to it? That car was his to lose. He grit his teeth, downed the rest of the drink, and poured another.

13 - Ruby Fridays — ۩ Racers, you have reached the final mission of your game - Midday Mile. This racetrack is full of danger and deception, with death awaiting at every turn. The Midday Mile racetrack awaits the final challenge for the eight racers competing for freedom. The racers have been provided identical high-performance racing cars for the ultimate test of speed and endurance. The track is one mile long and divided into six laps. Each lap contains different obstacles designed to slow and fail racers down to doom. If you wish to escape this arena of doom, you must cross the finish line first and claim the missing piece of the map that will show you the exit.

It would be a fucking blessing if I had a flashback right about now to give me an advantage in this twisted game Winston wanted to play. "I'll give you a twenty-second start, Nightshade. I think that's fair, don't you? Considering how long it took you to rip my heart out after you fed me your favourite little flowers, I think it's more than enough time." Winston stepped away from me, and I didn't wait for another second as I bolted down the hall. Winston's manic laugh followed me as I headed up the stairs, not sure where the hell I was going or if there was even any place to hide up here.

She would regret what she did. But as night fell and the air grew colder, reality set in. Ceres wasn’t coming back. My expression darkened, my eyes flickering dangerously in the moonlight. I was still a long way from Winston's Corporation when I heard the low purr of an engine approaching. A sleek Maserati rolled to a stop beside me. The window slid down, revealing Kelvin’s smug grin. “Well, well,” Kelvin drawled, his eyes glinting with amusement. “Richard, are you out for a stroll?”

In an instant, it shot out of the garage like a caged tiger unleashed. The tires screeched against the pavement, emitting thick smoke. With a sharp drift, the exhaust spewed blue flames, and the car's speed skyrocketed as it raced toward the Heavensgate Residence gate. In the dark, amidst gunfire, the white Porsche streaked like a bolt of lightning, reaching maximum speed. Ahead, there were silhouettes—Grim Guard Mercenaries! Austin's expression was icy, his gaze filled with focused madness. His hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, and the searing pain from his left arm made his whole body tremble, but his right foot kept the gas pedal floored.