Novel & Cerita Phantom Racer

I can't stop the squeal from escaping my throat as I felt the car hit its body with the loudest thud before it rolled to the ground. The car fled in maximum speed as Hunter took sharp lefts and rights around each corner. Hell, if I hadn't grabbed the seatbelt and shoved it into the lock my head would be flying right off the window by now. What the fuck is this? Fast and Furious X? I held the vomit lodged in my throat, grabbing any handle I could get my hands on, any solid surface I could dig my nails into as I watch trees and colors shift and disappear simultaneously before my eyes.

POV Willow After we got outside, I hid behind a tree and undressed. I shifted quickly and ran out. There were murmurs of surprise when the others saw me but Tracy and Zack just smiled at me and held out the kids toys. Nox and I smelled them deeply and after a moment, Nox had a vision.

Racers please assemble and people place your bet cos it's closing soon. KYLE: See you later. ANYA: See you soon (enters her car and drives it to the starting point) LADY: (walked between the five racing cars) Ready? (with a flag stretched to them and racers revved their engine) Begin!! (threw the flag and all racers accelerated their cars) :-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*

The next morning all my shit was packed and he kicked me out. “So now what do we do since they spotted Cara?” my friend Tricia asks. “Nothing. Let them watch her.” I answer. “The more they concentrate on her the less they pay attention to the rest of us,” I add. “That makes sense. I have no problem being the decoy.” Cara says.

When they saw me though, they moved to stand by the sides, clearing the pathway for me to drive through. I drove Connor’s black Lamborghini Aventador to a complete stop beside Tom’s red Nissan GT-R. Connor’s racing car was already labeled the black monster on the racing tracks. I don’t get why Tom would want to try his luck against it. Well, no matter what, I don’t give a fuck. As long as I get to race, I am clueless to the outer world. All I focus on is the finishing line as I beat my competitor. If I am going to race, I will race to win, not to lose and I have never lost a race before. It’s not going to happen now. I will not want to tarnish my own record at winning races. Tom was already

Anda whispered to him running to the track. " I heard you've been playing royalty lately..don't they lock you in a cage or something?"one of the racers asked. " What's that?I hear fear...let's race Gutsy and stop trying to get into each other's nerves.. goodluck,you're gonna need it"Anda smiled and pulled on her helmet getting on her motorcycle. " The rules still remain..do not tackle your opponent is..stay in lane and ...win"Baron said. " Okay babes..are you ready to get yourselves some real cash .on your marks..get ready"A beautiful girl in bikini raised the gun above her head and shot.

he murmured with a low chuckle, shifting gears before pressing the accelerator fully. The Aurelia Phantom answered instantly, surging forward with impossible speed as the world blurred into streaks of motion and the wreckage dissolved into the distance.

My stomach did a backflip and I quickly gripped the door handle as if my life depended on it, trying to play it cool. Not panicking. Nope. Totally fine. Damian eased the Rolls to a stop just shy of this crazy water wall. A thin sheet of water floated mid-air with no pipes and no BS, just glowing with electric-blue “D.T.” letters that flickered and vanished like a glitch in the matrix. They dropped dead quietly, poofed into mist before hitting the ground. And around it? A whole pack of matte-black beasts (Rimac, Pininfarina, and a custom Koenigsegg) crouched low and mean, with underglow pulsing softly, as if they were breathing in sync with the house.

called out Marcus, one of Paxton's crew. "Everything else is fair game!" Tommy replied enthusiastically. "You can bump, you can block, you can play as dirty as you want - just don't kill anybody! We're here to race, not commit murder!" The crowd cheered at this announcement, and I felt my adrenaline spike even higher. No lethal force meant we could get physical, and I had no problem getting physical with Paxton if that's what it took to win. "Rule number two!" Tommy continued. "First one across the finish line wins! No ifs, ands, or buts! And the winner takes home fifty grand in prize money!"

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.