Names Of Sugar Rush Racers の小説・ストーリー

Leon The Sudden Sport festival—it was moments like this that made me enjoy being a royal and playing for everyone to see. When Sasha had picked the ridiculous name 'The Spicy Santas' for us, I couldn’t help but lower my head in shame, and luckily we were able to settle with The Crimson Crushers. I looked across the line at the Mean Greens and saw them looking serious. Elara looked like she was ready for blood, and Dominic was already in a professional stance, but my eyes drifted to Aurora.

Remy slung an arm around my shoulders. “Race you home, light queen.” Seras revved QUEENS 7. “Loser buys two slushies.” I kicked my board. Light flared under the wheels. We blurred. Three heartbeats. One crown. The valley breathed easy.

16 winning, many were actually filled with doubts. Now everyone could see that it was probably her sugar daddy betting on her! And the thought of a stupid idiot of a sugar daddy appeared in the minds of many. This sort of person was known widely as a rich dumbass. Seeing Nicole was driving so casually, the operator could no longer bear to see it and swapped the live feed over to car No.3. No.3 was a Pagani 760RS, and its capabilities could be said to be one of the best.

she kept asking. It was only then I realized that the Ryders were some sort of big deal here, too. I saw the posters for tonight’s race hanging everywhere. Viper vs Black Python. What the fuck? Aston had picked up a new nickname here? “We have to go to the race. I’ve been dying to see one of them!” Paula kept pressing me. She wouldn’t let up even after I told her why I didn’t want to go. “Are you kidding me? Aston’s your ex?” she asked, eyes twinkling with excitement.

"If you beat him in the race, tonight I'll be yours." Everyone cheered loudly. I led Sarah to Alan and Brian. "Protect her for me." Charles drives the RSV4 1100 Factory. I climbed into the car, wrapping my arms around Charles' waist. Bella jumped into Martin's car. We assemble at the starting point. This race is like a race against death. No helmets, no binding regulations. They were like a madman playing with their own lives. "Hold me tight. Trust me. I can keep you safe." "I don't worry. You can run freely. You defeat him. I don't want to be in trouble every day."

Soon a message popped up that read - “Cheetah, will you be taking part in tonight’s race?” The chat went silent for a while, expecting ‘Cheetah’s’ reply. After some time, a new message popped up. “Hmm.” Almost immediately the group chat went frenzied with various cussing. From what I’ve heard, this ‘Cheetah’ has never once lost any race he took part in. The fastest racer, known for his quick reflexes and killer skills. He was ruthless to his opponents without showing them mercy and even the top racers of other countries have to be respectful towards him. Thus earning him the title of ‘Cheetah.’

Usually, it’s something totally different, but with Dash, we just shortened it. Valentine’s registered name is “Love comes Quickly” and Thunder’s is “Ahead of the Storm.” “Do you want to ride too?” I ask Ronnie. He’s wearing jeans and a t-shirt and boots. “Sure.” Without having to be asked, Jake grabs a saddle and proceeds to put it on Dragon, Ronnie’s favorite horse. “Are you ready for the race tomorrow?” Ronnie asks. “I have a good feeling about this new jockey,” I say. “You got a new jockey?” Ronnie looks surprised.

Reaper had the road. The racer beside me pulled up close enough that I could hear his engine growling against mine. I didn't look at him. I knew who he was. They called him Torch. He had placed second behind me four times this year. Yeah, he wasn't bad. He just wasn't Reaper. "Heard they almost put someone else in your seat tonight," he said, obviously trying to get in my head. "Word is the big bosses are getting bored of the kid." He smirked.

It was subtle, slowly but sure reeling them in, before finally going for the kill. I did a quick background check on her name, and Garry was doing a more extensive one for me at the office. "We know about your situation. We could help you. As we could also profit from you. It's a win-win. We have studied your background. As I say, we have the biggest named client. We don't let random people in. It's a very exclusive offer. We offer you to be our high paid escort. I assumed you know about sugar daddy? Well...I'm recruiting you to be our sugar baby." There, I went for the kill. She finally choked on her drink.

Even so, they will still send the most talented subordinates of the mafia to participate for honor and prestige. While waiting for the race cars to be ready, Regina overheard the conversation of some hot and beautiful girls. They are models, social media hot girls or celebrities. A few of them are mistress of old tycoons, the rest are invited by the car race organizers. Of course, any race needs spectators and beauties to cheer. "Over the past three years, a total of more than 12 races, and yet Darryl Rider won 10 times. He is really cool and overdone." A tall and thin model girl lit a cigarette, took a puff, and spoke.