Names Of Sugar Rush Racers 소설 & 이야기

Although the racer couldn't match her skills in driving, that person still ranked higher than any professional racers in the race track. Two years ago at the World Championship of Racing, Thunder ranked in second place while the first rank was taken by Mysterious Ice Mist. The two almost collided in the race track but Mysterious Ice Mist was fast enough to hit it's accelerator and dodged the incoming attack of Thunder who was desperate to kick her out of the track. Since then, the two racers are like fire and ice. But even if they had competed once, they hadn't had a chance to know each other's identities. Both are mysterious in appearance and always they hid themselves well under their raci

I was hard again down there. Damn! "The money, it's too much. I don't need it anymore. The Russian was paid, I was supposed to be done with this sugar thing. But you're too fucking sexy to resist." I grab her neck and pulled her back for the kiss, she peeled her lips from mine moments later.

Maddox kept himself away from the girls and those one-night stands and getting married. He planned to stay single. Although people of his tribe has told him that he will feel the sudden urge to get the women. But he ignored it, he buried himself in work. That's why Maddox Dasher is known as a settled businessman. He is filthy rich, owns casinos and holds a cruising business. While lost in deep thoughts, he didn't even notice a girl was sitting next to him. "Hey, handsome," she spoke seductively. He turned his face to the other side, ignoring her completely.

he said in a ridiculed tone. The race was fierce; the racers were rushing at an alarming speed, and everywhere they passed, the dust rose. Due to the afterimage they left, it made it difficult for anyone to differentiate which competitor was first or last. For now, green, black, and white were struggling for the first place, followed by brown, red, yellow, orange, and navy-blue.

This wasn’t just a race, it was my last chance to escape. Asher parked beside me, his usual smirk lighting up his face. “Don’t let the nerves mess with your rhythm, Ace,” he teased, tapping his gloved fingers on his bike. I tried to smile. “You’ll eat my dust, Asher.” He laughed. “You wish.” I looked around. There were about twenty racers, some veterans, others amateurs. But only one winner would walk away with a million dollars and a brand-new Porsche—the ticket to my new life.

Three years later… (Natalia) TONIGHT, the enemies decided to come out to play. And I was their target. My chest pounded. I yanked the steering wheel around, hit the accelerator, and drove at full speed. It was Friday night but the road that was usually bustling with humans right now was empty. There was not anyone in sight although I could hear the music blasting from the speakers in the nightclubs nearby. Yet there was no sound coming from anyone. It was just the loud music.

Rivendell Runs summons a surge of energy so impressive it’s as if someone has injected him with a combination of Relentless and drugs. He belts towards the finish, past Twilight Grey and Captain Tom. As the two of them cross the line, there is a hum in the crowd as everyone looks round, bewildered. Who won? “The winner is….. Rivendell Runs,” confirms the commentator as a deafening roar surges through the racecourse. “Followed by Captain Tom in second, Twilight Grey in third and in fourth place is Prancing Pony.” “Fucking cunt,” curses Chris, shaking his head. It’s not clear if he’s referring to his horse or Scott.

The wind whipped through the open windows, pulling at my hair, but I didn't care. All that mattered was the race. The track was treacherous, a winding stretch of excitement lined with towering cliff's and sharp turns that dared you to slow down. But slowing down wasn't an option. Not tonight The other racers were skilled, Thier sleek cars weaving through the course with calculated precision. I recognized a few of them. Snake's crew, notorious in the underground racing scene. They didn't care about the rule's, only the thrill of the chase and the promise of a big payout

Max commented. “It's all a part of the Rider charm,” I said. “Let's hope so, because both you and I look like we are waiting for the love of our life to grace us with her presence.” “Funny, since we are doing the exact opposite. We are watching an enemy and trying to learn her moves.” I snarled. “We’ll get rid of her somehow,” I said looking up at the same window the creature was sticking her adorably scary head out of.

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.