Names Of Sugar Rush Racers Novels & Stories

Because of this, he almost hit the side of the road. Finding the opportunity, the two angel-devil members immediately accelerated the pace of their motorcycles and left Nam Gil far behind. The two smiled at each other then quickly reached the finish line together. Hyang and the other two gang members cheerfully welcomed their friend who became the winner. The race was a match between two gangs, The Angel-devil from the SEC's elite school and the Blackhawk gang from the other school. The members of the Blackhawk gang looked at Hyang and his friends with expressions full of anger.

Something big. “Your Highness, I think something is following us,” Zafir said suddenly, glancing behind them. “Sunrise doesn’t like it.” Colin realized he was right. He had been too preoccupied in his thoughts to notice that Honey was agitated as well. “Are there other racers in the area, maybe?” Zafir asked. “No, there shouldn’t be. There are only four other matches scheduled at this time, at Tracks 12 through 15, in the southwest side.”

"Just the way I like it." Ugh, spare me. Nevertheless, I mustered a fake smile in response. As much as it grated on me to feign even the slightest affection for this imbecile over the past month, I couldn't blow my cover now, not after enduring all this torture. "Okay, spill," he finally began to explain. "Like I mentioned earlier, the big race is tomorrow night. There will be ten competitors and three races. The first five to cross the finish line in the first race move on to the second, and the top two from there will compete in the final race for the twenty grand." He paused to take a deep breath. "As much as I despise that jerk, he drives like the late Michael Schumacher, which means the

A maximum of 840 horsepower but the demons 0 to 60 and quarter mile times are even more staggering. "You worried man?" Chase asks chuckling making me laugh. "Naa, I give it to him though, his car is good but mine is still five times faster, while his car's 0 to 60 time is good mine still beats him, my 0 to 60 time being 3 seconds. But it's not the car that makes us racers, we'll just have to see him race" I end of cockily as the race begins. "Who is the driver by the way?" I ask Chase "One of the new bloods I told you about, never met him yet but he goes by the name Rex" he answers

This was something bigger, something organized with outside money and outside interests. After Zeus finished speaking, the VIPs applauded politely. The sound felt wrong in this place that smelled of blood and fear. Zeus sat down in his chair, gesturing for me to stand beside him. Then the race began. Engines roared to life, the sound so loud it vibrated through my chest. The riders took off in a chaotic burst of speed and aggression that had nothing to do with normal racing. This was violent. Brutal. More about dominance than speed or skill.

The location of the race was at Crow Mountain in Michigan. Crow Mountain was close to the east coast of Michigan, with eighteen bends on the mountain roads. It was a base for extreme racing. There was an extreme racing club here that went by the name Sakura. The boss behind the scenes of this place was Richard Dodge’s father. When they went over, Alex was driving Phoebe’s Mercedes-Benz GLC, with the three women sitting in the car. Judy Larsen really wanted to ride in Joel Quarters’ car at first. Unfortunately, she didn’t have the chance to do so.

Jackson said as I left the door ajar. “Good luck, love,” I said, smiling softly. I closed the door and took a couple of steps back to give Jackson enough space to drive away. He started the engine, revving it and then driving to the starting line. We gathered near there, cheering. “The final race!” The MC yelled, earning screams and cheers from everyone. “Jack and Liam!” More cheers. “All bets have been closed. May the best Fast and Furious Street Racer win!!!!” People were clapping and screaming. A lot of the racers who had lost were still here, watching the game.

The shockwave made the steering wheel tremble in Chloé’s hands. "Damn!" Chloé shouted, her eyes gleaming. "You picked the perfect time to visit, Elena! This weekend, there’s an underground race in the backcountry. Every top rider in Europe is heading down here. It’s off-track, no rules, just pure adrenaline. It’s a thousand times better than Formula 1." I arched a brow, feeling my heart beat a little faster. "No rules? Isn't that a bit suicidal?" "That’s exactly the point. These guys live for the thrill. And more importantly, there’s a legend going around... a rider they call Ace."

Time to show who's the boss, motherfuckers. I started warming up and slowly increase my speed. I can see how the crowd went wild when I sped up. I'm using my black spyder arcade with a number nine on it. It was exclusively made for me. Well, perks of being the daughter of one of the richest people in Asia. I felt the adrenaline rush through my body as I increase my speed. I drove past racer number 07. I grinned as I came to drift and almost bump racer number 05. He opened his window and salute me with his middle finger. I realized it was Johnson, one of my co-racer and friend.