Racer 소설 & 이야기

I don’t get why people hate their jobs. Aside from Sebastian and Aurora, Adrian Dunn is the third person who could drive me without making me car-sick. “Are you--” I start hesitantly, “...are you a racer?” Aurora drives a lot like him. Casual at her skill, but always with everything by the book like Boy Scout. I think racers care about safety more than anyone. Adrian Dunn looks surprised before the shock on his face turns into a bitter smile: “I guess you don’t remember me, but we have met, some years ago--”

Little did she know, her reckless joyride was about to take an unexpected turn… "I got this." Raven said to Alexander as she hopped on her motorcycle giving Sarah a chase. She gripped the handlebars of her motorcycle, her leather clad fingers tightening as she leaned into the wind. The roar of the engine beneath her was a familiar melody, a pulse that synced with her own heartbeat. Her sharp eyes followed the sleek form of Sarah’s new racing car as it zipped through the streets, weaving effortlessly between traffic. Accelerating, she maneuvered through the gaps between vehicles, her focus locked on the tail end of Sarah’s car.

The international racing tournament had officially begun, and the atmosphere was electric. Crowds packed the stands, the roar of engines filled the air, and the smell of burning rubber clung to the wind. Sierra Carter stood on the starting line, her mind focused, her heart steady, ready to prove that she was still the queen of the circuit. The sleek, high-performance car she’d spent countless hours tuning was now powered by cutting-edge tech, courtesy of Damian Cross’s company. The vehicle hummed with potential, but it was more than just the car that got her adrenaline pumping—it was the competition, the thrill, and the chance to cement her place as the top driver once again.

When racing against him, she could keep up with his pace—and if he let his guard down, he might even lose to her. Lucas's indifference toward Victoria had gradually turned into admiration. He hoped she could one day reach his level. More than that, he longed for an opponent who could surpass him… even if it meant defeating him outright and dealing a crushing blow to his pride. Because standing alone at the peak, without a rival, was a lonely thing. At times like this, Lucas would think of the mysterious racer known as Racer X, who had appeared briefly and vanished just as quickly. Though Racer X h

Liam said and pulled Zara closer to him. “I can’t shift into a wolf, generations of mating with humans,” Zara said and smiled brightly at me. “But, I’m a killer archer.” “So how do you fight?” Slade asked her. “I ride Liam’s wolf,” she said and they both grinned at each other. “I can blind your senses,” Tiffany said. “Damn, girl,” Leon said and I smiled. “I can sense someone’s true form no matter what shape they’ve taken,” Rafael said and Slade looked impressed.

When his eyes found me standing near the barriers, something unreadable passed through them. He walked over while the mechanics swarmed the car. “You’re getting better at not looking away,” he said quietly. “Don’t flatter yourself. I’m doing a job.” “You’re doing both.” He glanced at the camera in my hands. “Keep shooting through the next setup change. I want the frustration on record. It makes the later wins look better.” “That’s cynical.” “That’s racing.”

"Thank you, Ricardo" I shake his hand, leave his office, pick up my duffel from Ricardo's home and then climb into my Ferrari 250 GTO. I speed off, knowing that Ryker will follow. We make our way to the BlackBlood clan to meet up with Julian and Riley.

It displayed two colored streaks of lightning circling the globe where one was blue and the other red. Carter pointed to the red one. "This is the new trace we got from the original speedrealm energy which has been reacting at unstable level unlike the normal speedrealm energy." "So, what does this have to do with the 'speedster killer' ?" "I'm getting to that." Carter went on.

Noah. When I got to the racing arena, it was crowded and most of them were on their feets cheering on the racers. I saw my name on the billboard, my match was in five minutes with Ryder. Parking my car beside Ryder's I glanced to my side before stepping out. Ryder was sitting on his black McLaren 720S with a cigarette between his lips, his hands were on the butt of a skinny girl with big boobs. Ryder was a teenager like me, he was a spoiled rich kid that raced for fun. But while other rich kids were weak and avoided trouble. Ryder was the complete opposite, his father was a Drug Lord, a friend of Drew's. He got into deeper shits than Drew did and oftentimes Ry

Standing behind her, I bend over her, shielding her while I whisper into her ear. "Honey, your smashing ass is on full display for everyone here and they are sure enjoying the view. Are you now going to explain to me, what the fuck is going on here?" "Good, as long as they are focused on my ass, they are distracted and they will underestimate me. At least those who don't know me. I'm a driver Dean, a street racer. I drive illegal 1/4 mile races." "You mean, like in the Fast and Furious?" "Yes exactly like that, only that we don't end up stealing or chasing other gangsters," she chuckles full heartedly.