New Sugar Rush Racers Novels & Stories

"Your ninja moves have nothing on me." "Alright you two, you really want to find out who's fastest?" Richie handed back the card, grabbing the tequila bottle and six shot glasses. Pouring them quickly he lined them up in front of us, "How about a good old fashioned race. Whichever one of you finishes those shots first, gets drink on me for the rest of the night." I and Evan exchanged a glance before turning back to Richie. "Okay, deal." Straightening up, we got ready as Richie counted us in... "Three...Two...One...Go!"

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.

, I say to him, becoming restless with each street he drives past. "You'll have to pay twice the fee, I don't go against traffic rules but I will do that today." He mutters and increases the speed of the car. The speeding makes me jerk backward and I bite my lips in regret. If he continues to drive this way, then I will be there in the next 7-8 minutes but there is one problem. I am not with any money. I jerk backward again and my legs raise up, my gown riding up. My eyes are fixed on my red feet and I shake my head when I realize I have no shoes on.

I tell him when we are five minutes into the ride with him sitting at another end, just playing with his phone. "The sugar baby," I explain further when he is obviously confused with what I said, "Do it." It will be much easier to move on if I know he's banging another chick. Perhaps, I'll do the same thing too, like a rebound. Remember back then when it was so easy to move on because I had Christian? Yeah, that could work. She kicks me hard, reminding me that I'm not exactly in the same shape I was when I met Christian. Okay... perhaps the rebound will have to wait for a few months. Until then, let's try to move on by watching him being happy with a new sugar baby.

"I don't need a car for a mountain pass, Austin. Stop stalling." He let out a shaky, hysterical laugh. "You don't get it. This isn't a drag race. It's a Shift-Run. The forest is rigged. Silver wire, pressure plates, spring-loaded spikes. The first one to the summit gets the prize. The others... well, the crows need to eat." Behind him, four massive wolves stepped into the moonlight. Their fur was matted, their eyes bloodshot with the use of enhancers. They weren't there to race. They were there to hunt.

Probably. He takes jam from the container and spreads a questionable amount on it. "How does that taste in your mouth?" I ask when he takes a bite. "Hmm?" "All that.... Sugar..." "Good." I shiver and shake my head. "I could never." "It tastes just like spice to you. You love spice don't you?" "Spice is way better than sugar."" "No it's not. Sugar is..." He exhales. "God!" I burst out laughing and I snort. My hands fly to my mouth and Alaric bursts out in full blown laughter.

Swamped with projects that I'm stressed even on the days I'm not working? When will I have the time to entertain my sugar daddy then? Nobody wants a grumpy sugar baby, not when you pay a thousand bucks a week only to be left dry and abandoned. They might even sue me. "I have plenty of bedrooms, you can take one and stay in it if you don't feel like socialising. Like a true definition of roommates," he sounds genuine, "But work is stressful, you'd want to let go of those frustrations. So if you want to use me as a punching bag, you're obviously welcomed."

“The racers are now in their cars.Rolly Mendoza,Luke Reyes and Rouge Silvenia!” All the people yelled and each one of them had their own favorites while the four of us just stayed quiet. “The race will start in 5…”The racers started their engine “4..” Their car lights were on. “3..2...1..”and the flag went up and they drove their cars so fast through the finish line. Rouge is currently leading.As soon as he almost reached the finish line,someone bumped into his car that caused his car to roll over.We Silvenia have stood because of shock. I wanted to shout but Rex shook his head.We just sat and watched what would happen next.

A large iced raspberry mocha with coconut milk and whip cream. “I don’t know how you drink that sweet shit,” Aiden says. “If you want to insult my coffee then you can find food elsewhere.” She replies with her nose in the air. Trevor and Brady start laughing at Aiden. The horrified look on his face is the reason. I have a feeling that these assholes are going to be loitering in my bus from now on since they have figured out that there is good food available. After breakfast and a shower, I walk back out to find Kyaria in a purple sundress and flip flops. She has her camera in hand.

He gives one look at her, a smirk covering his face, he pretends to be his usual self - although he is burning with anger. Under the shroud of night, a high-octane car race unfolds with three determined competitors vying for victory. The race track is illuminated by a symphony of floodlights, casting an intense glow on the asphalt as the engines roar to life. The first competitor, Terry Nashville is an experienced racer, and exudes confidence as he takes his position at the starting line. His car, a sleek and aerodynamic machine, gleams under the night sky. He revs the engine, eager to showcase his mastery of the track and claim the top spot on the podium.