Racer Dusty Crophopper Novels & Stories

“Data submission doesn’t close until midnight. There’s no rush.” In my previous life, Jasper had seemingly uploaded two identical sets of data and used that to rally his fans against me. All because of this one minute. I hurriedly posted proof of the modifications I had personally done, only for his fans to mock me. [Technology is really advanced now. Even videos can be faked.] [Everyone knows top racers compete with tuning skills. Why don’t you just steal Jasper himself and have him drive for you?] [Jasper is risking his entire future for this honor, and you’re using power to suppress him. Is there no justice?]

She asks Corvu, nodding in my direction. “She’s just not from around here.” He smiles. “We’ll take two plates of whatever you are cooking. It smells good.” She nods and walks off, where I only just notice her feet were more like tiger paws. What was this world? “She’s a Clawhop. Don’t ever make one angry and don’t try to outrun them.” “I feel like I should be writing these things down.” He nods and leans to the side, pulling something out of the large hidden pocket he had down his leg.

I’m impressed. “ Let’s time it.” I read Speed saying. Ratchet presses a few keys and a stopwatch pops up in the corner of the screen. I see his finger hover over a button as he watches the track. When Speed is directly in front of us Ratchet hits the button and Speed takes off like a rocket. I swear she is back in front of us before I can blink. I look over at the stopwatch and see it has stopped at one hundred and twenty-five seconds. Ratchet types “ That is at one hundred and twenty miles per hour.” Holy fuck she is going that fast already. I see Ratchet reset the stopwatch. “ Speed’s words come across the screen “ Let’s see if we can do better.” Do better is she fucking kidding right now?

Jobs were scarce when your last name was Chen and everyone in Coldwater knew your father died owing money to half the town. The straightaway opened up before me, and I twisted the throttle. The speedometer climbed at eighty, ninety, one hundred. My competitor, a rider on a Yamaha R1 who went by "Razor," was half a bike length behind. I could feel his frustration radiating through the night air. He'd been winning these underground races for six months straight until Ghost Rider appeared three months ago. He had no idea Ghost Rider was a woman. None of them did. That was the point.

asked the handsome uncle. Crystal nodded and he stood up to walk to Pidge who was astonished then he sits next to her. His strong shoulder brushed hers. The strong fragrance of his perfume hit directly her nose and she was in a dilemma. "Here she is..." Say Hi..." said Maddox. The moment he turned the camera towards her, Crystal let out a low gasp and smiled widely. "Hello, my name is Crystal Dasher. I'm the only girl in my family except for my mother. Well, she technically isn't counted because she is an adult. You would want to know about my favourites and dislikes, right?"

He then tossed the ball to Scott, the captain, who went on to perform a home run. "He is good!" Marcus said. "I thought you hated football," Carmen turned to her brother. "Oh, don't get me wrong. I love soccer more than American football." Carmen shook her head, turning back to the court. The Pixies were performing a dance to Nicki Minaj's Hey Mama, with none other than Queen B being among one of the lead cheerleaders. Cassie turned to them then to Natasha, who slightly shook her head with a smile. "Still not joining them," she said just as the try out ended after which she watched Lucas take off his helmet and got a few slaps on his back and thumbs ups from the players.

I fell to the ground. My hands gripped the ground, I had finally remembered. I had finally remembered where I had seen that Tattoo, that scorpion tattoo. That tattoo had been painfully familiar for so many years. Alice. Alice had that same tattoo. It was right behind her neck, and when I had dragged her hair earlier, the outline was there, she had only recently had a removed but the outline was there. It was right there, the shape of a scorpion, which I had seen a few times as a child too.

Hunter’s ministrations were distracting me from them discussing all they wanted to do to me. “Long as I get her pretty tits.” He popped up from my lower lips to laughingly say. “And I get that tight little ass.” Racer rumbled. His eagerness deepening his voice with lust. “Oh yeah,” Hunter paused as I rubbed against his nose and chin eagerly. “I brought this.” He lifted a small bit of black plastic. “Good idea.” Racer remarked. “That’ll help me for tomorrow.”

"Welcome to tonight's main event! Our racers are ready, our bets are placed, and our track is hungry for some serious speed!" The crowd cheered, the sound echoing off the surrounding buildings like thunder. "In lane one, we have Viper in his modified Dodge Challenger! Lane two features our returning champion, the mystery racer known only as Black Red! Lane three brings us Nitro in his souped-up Mustang! And in lane four, we have newcomer Phoenix in what might be the fastest BMW we've ever seen on this track!"

Max commented. “It's all a part of the Rider charm,” I said. “Let's hope so, because both you and I look like we are waiting for the love of our life to grace us with her presence.” “Funny, since we are doing the exact opposite. We are watching an enemy and trying to learn her moves.” I snarled. “We’ll get rid of her somehow,” I said looking up at the same window the creature was sticking her adorably scary head out of.