Raceplay Novels & Stories

Today is the day, the big day came and everyone was so excited. I was fidgeting since I couldn’t handle the pressure I’m having right now. “Can you please calm the fuck down? Tobi won’t be the one running away from you, we’re both more worried about you, we think you’ll be the one running away.” Rachel uttered. I glared at her. “I don’t have any plans on running away. I’m scared that something might happen unexpectedly.” I replied.

Candi stated with repulse adjusting herself on Tyler’s laps. “Ty already got some with the tomboy, trouble in paradise already?” Shane said wiggling his eyebrow “i bet she couldn't get enough and she just have to crawl begging back,” one of the boys commented, the whole table erupted into laughter and what was left of the courage I built up shattered immediately. Clover, one of the players-who is also a jerk-sitting at the edge of the table, then stretched his legs forward when a boy was passing with his lunch tray and the content landed on my body as the boy tripped.

The man extended his hand toward Maica, and she shook it without hesitation. Unlike Mr. Calvin, this man appeared much younger. He was a fair-skinned mestizo with striking features—handsome enough to make any woman swoon. He bore an uncanny resemblance to a young Leonardo DiCaprio from Titanic. “I’m Rick Sarmiento, one of the model scouts for L’Oréal. It’s a good thing the executives had an urgent meeting, so they sent me here instead. At least now, I have the opportunity to meet the goddess of the fashion industry.”

I couldn’t see the ramp below me, and with how thin it was to begin with, I began fearing walking off it. “Hold on.” Nathan’s voice carried up through the dust, “I’m getting you down.” The ground began to move below us, Callie slipped behind me. She screamed and grabbed hold of my upper arm, I gasped in pain but held tight to my friend. I couldn’t tell if my vision was getting blurry from the pain or all the dust, I tried to blink it off, but it wasn’t working. Callie righted herself and let go of my arm. The pull from her hand sent a whole new pain through my arm.

I won't be satisfied until I took action. I picked up the file again. Sean Ambrose. Skyler Ryan. Devin Hester. You have enjoyed all these years of peace. I'm coming for you. It's about time you met your karma.

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.

I hold myself back, but only barely. Her feet climb up my legs as she throws herself into the back and forth motion of our bodies. I reluctantly let go of her hand and wrap her leg around me gripping her ass so I can go deeper. I'm grinding against her pubic bone, barely holding it together when I feel her nails on my back. The sex is slow, but intense, and maybe we both feel the finality of it all. The black cloud hanging over us, until we can figure out what the hell Riley's dad wants. We're both scared, afraid that if we let go, this whole thing will be over.

Marcus didn’t waste any time. He pushed the heavy oak coffee table to the edge of the room, creating a wide, hollow square on the Persian rug. “We’re starting with Sensory Synchronization,” Marcus said, looking between us with a grin that suggested he knew exactly how much we were going to hate this. “Hockey is about reading intent before it becomes action. If you can’t read your partner’s breath, you’ll never read a defender’s eyes.” He stepped between us, placing a hand on each of our shoulders to line us up.

Did Trip think he had a rat in his house? He pulled his phone from his pocket and dialed a number. “Yeah?” “I need you to grab my bike and head down to Deep Creek Lake. Pack a bag,” he said. “Of course, Wrath, anything you need,” he said. “Thanks, Weasel.” He ended the call and dialed another number. “Wrath.” “I found the memory stick. When Weasel gets here, I’ll be heading back to Reading to sort this shit out.” “What’s on it?”

My hair was wet from sweat and it started to stick to my face. “You okay, Phoenix?” My roommate asked with worry. We were still roommate because I hadn’t technically moved into my private room yet. I probably looked like I was about to pass out. I shook my head and continued running. By level 7, there was no time to take a break after reaching the end. Marlow and Zeke dropped out in level 6, but Miles, Trevor, and I and a few other guys were going strong. Someone behind me groaned and dropped out but I was too busy running like crazy to even think about them. The beeps had become faster and the time needed to reach the end of the line became shorter.