Naruto Racing Novels & Stories

he adds with a smirk. As soon as the cars take their place, I can feel my adrenaline rising too. We all watch the race start, Kiara far ahead, like she always does. She's explained everything to me, how she acts in the different phases. When the others have kicked their first NOS in and overtake her. Nick next to me is getting all agitated. "Why isn't she doing anything about it? She's messing it up!" He complains. "Knew I couldn't trust a woman to race, even if it looked promising at first."

Nate can hear the wee-woo wee-woo of a police siren even as they’re leaving everything in a blur. Cars are slipping behind as the Ninja overtakes them. Concrete barriers are whipping by. Beyond them, on the counterflow lane, cars are disappearing twice faster. Nate has always been at home with the deafening roar of the race track, but the snatches of police dispatches have started to make him feel claustrophobic, as though the police are already one step ahead of them and tightening the cordon around them like a noose.

She accepted immediately and asked when she could move in. We have been living here ever since. Ratchet decided to stay at the other house to give independence a try. I think he was also trying to give us some privacy as well but didn’t want to say anything to Speed. Brick let him know he was welcome to come here anytime he wanted and that Ratchet should consider this his home as well. Speed has had two races this month. She placed second and first. She is now preparing for something called an All Star race that is happening in five weeks. It is the top three racers from all over the state to compete with each other. Jason put Speed’s name in even though she hasn’t been racing here long. He

“We have to run. Hold on tight.” Himawari gripped the back of Kenzo’s uniform just before he took off. “I’ll win this time!” Natsu also ran, teasing that Kenzo was slow. “We’ll see about that.” Kenzo wasn’t worried about the challenge. Himawari was very light. But the race ended quickly when they reached the hallway leading to the front door. “Don’t run in the hallway!” The reprimand made Kenzo stop as did Natsu. Both of them bowed their heads when they heard footsteps approaching.

Tay asks. “Wow! I’m hurt, big brother! What kind of question is that?” I chuckle and Tay sighs like he is done with Nate. Nate sits on the barstool, and Nate being Nate he pulls my mug, takes a sip and continues reading, “We still need to talk about the car racing thing, I can’t have you doing illegal street racing and except me to bail you out every time Nate. I thought we had an agreement?” Tay says, but it's like he is talking to a wall. He gives up and plants a kiss on my forehead, then walks out. “Nate?” I say.

The vehicles lined up, engines roaring with power, their drivers eager to prove their mettl Eva, fueled by her newfound determination and the thirst for Damien's flesh, saw the race as an opportunity—a chance to escape the confines of her cage and unleash her true nature. She plotted her move, awaiting the perfect moment when chaos and confusion would reig As the flag dropped, signaling the start of the race, the vehicles surged forward, tearing through the forest like wild beasts. The spectators watched in awe as the drivers skillfully navigated the treacherous terrain, their hearts pounding with excitemen

“NOW, THE RACERS SHOULD GET IN THEIR FUCKING CARS, AND REV UP SOME HOLY SMOKE!” Roars of approval and excitement drowned her voice blasting from the speakers. I yanked the door of the race car and skid in, ignoring the ugly glare Kygo was sending my way as he got into his. I slammed the door shut and turned on the ignition, revving up the engine. My dark gloved fists gripped over the well almost instinctively, and my body molded with the car like it was ingrained in my genetic makeup. I am amazing in almost everything I do in life, but racing was one thing that I could do that looked like jaw-dropping magic.

Surely everyone knew that in the race, the racers only stepped on the accelerator on the straight road, but in this dangerous corner, generally no one would step on the accelerator. This further confirmed everyone's thinking that Natalie couldn't drive a racing car. There was no one on the winding mountain road, only two racers in the race. But basically, everyone could judge the winner or loser based on the distance before approaching. Natalie entered the field 2 minutes later than the Tigers, and she was almost certain to lose. Now all we have to do is wait for them to come out and announce Tiger's victory. Everyone in the audience had already started scrolling through F******k, feeling bo

The crowd was losing its mind as two cars went head-to-head through the final turn. Nikolai was already there, leaning against the railing with whiskey in his hand like he'd been waiting for me. "You're late," he said without looking over. "I own the place. I can't be late." "You can when people are asking where the fuck you are." He finally turned, eyes scanning my face. "You look like shit." "Thanks." "What happened?" I didn't answer. Just watched the race below—Ferrari 488 versus some modified Nissan GT-R. Nissan had speed on the straights but the Ferrari handled curves better. Whoever fucked up first was losing.