Racer 소설 & 이야기

ACE I stared out into the night feeling a phantom chill race down my spine. My leather-clad hands were stuffed in the pockets of the black trench coat I wore. The sky was dark — not a cloud or star in sight but what else could I expect when I was standing in a city like this? The moon shone its silver rays upon us but even that was murky, the light being drowned out by the city lights that would have held a certain type of magic to it if it weren't something I saw every bitter day of my life.

Giving a short nod to Jace, Weylin proceeded towards the track. As he was getting ready, his eyes fell on a racer with a Yamaha YZF-R3. A small frown appeared on his face as he saw that the racer's figure was a bit different from the male, more like a feminine figure. That person was dressed in black attire with blue stripes drawn from the tip of the shoulder up to the wrists and the gloves covered their hands, covering every inch of their skin. They wore a helmet, making it impossible to see their face. Since the race was only limited to male racers, he brushed off the thought, focusing on the ra

Time to show who's the boss, motherfuckers. I started warming up and slowly increase my speed. I can see how the crowd went wild when I sped up. I'm using my black spyder arcade with a number nine on it. It was exclusively made for me. Well, perks of being the daughter of one of the richest people in Asia. I felt the adrenaline rush through my body as I increase my speed. I drove past racer number 07. I grinned as I came to drift and almost bump racer number 05. He opened his window and salute me with his middle finger. I realized it was Johnson, one of my co-racer and friend.

13 - Ruby Fridays — ۩ Racers, you have reached the final mission of your game - Midday Mile. This racetrack is full of danger and deception, with death awaiting at every turn. The Midday Mile racetrack awaits the final challenge for the eight racers competing for freedom. The racers have been provided identical high-performance racing cars for the ultimate test of speed and endurance. The track is one mile long and divided into six laps. Each lap contains different obstacles designed to slow and fail racers down to doom. If you wish to escape this arena of doom, yo

"Don't you like racing? There's a very hot video that just circulated in the racing community. I'm sending it to you, this guy is known in the circle as Soul Racer, you'll be interested." Soul Racer? There hasn't been any decent racer in the last year. How dare someone call himself a Soul Racer now? He had seen so many videos of trash racers this year, even just videos generated with AI technology. Curious, he opened the video. Before the video clicked on, Eric across the room got impatient. "What are you doing? I'm waiting for you to

I sipped my mimosa, licked my lips, and accepted my fate. I would be spending the day thinking about Rick. “So,” I said, nestling into my favorite corner of the sofa. “How is he doing, anyway?” “He’s good,” Laina said. “Mason was on the phone the other night with him. He told me Rick won a pretty big race. And a new car.” “Oh?” I asked. “What kind of car?” Charlie chimed in. Laina looked back and forth between us. “A Saleen S7 twin turbo.”

"Think you can handle her?" "Guess we'll find out," I replied, sliding into the driver's seat. ### The Race As I lined up at the starting line, the familiar tension and excitement coursed through me. I glanced over at Mario, who gave me a thumbs-up from the sidelines. The other racers revved their engines, a symphony of power that echoed across the airstrip. The flag dropped, and we were off. The tires screeched against the pavement as I floored the accelerator, feeling the raw power of the engine propel the car forward. The world around me blurred as I focused on the track ahead, weaving through the competition with precision and speed.

I managed to avoid some, but many hit my tires. My friends are really annoying sometimes; they don't know how to play fair. Thankfully, I'm always prepared. I quickly took out my dagger and opened the window of my car. I targeted the wheel of Ryker's car in front, and boom, three daggers hit it, causing its speed to decrease. In fact, my speed was faster now. All of our cars had significant damage, so the race wasn't as fast-paced anymore, and my tire was close to getting flat. Logan, Keenan, and Van were already out; it seems their cars got heavily damaged.

And on Friday morning, another order for room service had been placed as early as 6:30, only for the waitress to meet no response from Frank's chamber but a sinisterly open door that afforded her the view of senator Frank's corpse in lying around in a pool of blood and his lady guest stripped stark naked, beaten to pulp, and tied to the bed frame. Coincidentally--perhaps not so--it was the second case of murder of top dogs in the city within the space of a week, and in a similar pattern at that. The first murder had struck earlier in the week when Henry West-gate, a famous tycoon in the city was set up for a car accident in his Jeep. It had been discovered that the middle-aged business tycoo

A maximum of 840 horsepower but the demons 0 to 60 and quarter mile times are even more staggering. "You worried man?" Chase asks chuckling making me laugh. "Naa, I give it to him though, his car is good but mine is still five times faster, while his car's 0 to 60 time is good mine still beats him, my 0 to 60 time being 3 seconds. But it's not the car that makes us racers, we'll just have to see him race" I end of cockily as the race begins. "Who is the driver by the way?" I ask Chase "One of the new bloods I told you about, never met him yet but he goes by the name Rex" he answers