Racing Stripes 2 Movie Novels & Stories

My phone beeps again, it was the seventh text from Zorin this night, I pocketed my phone, ignoring him. Jade drags me in as the main race was about to start, weaving through bodies, the scent of fuel and sweat hanging thick in the air. “God, I missed this!” she yells over the noise. The crowd explodes, surging forward, chanting names. I don’t even know them, but I’m screaming too. Two racers came out of their cars, and my mouth almost dropped at their breathtaking faces. The first was a brunette, muscular with tattoos littered around his body. And the second was a slim, strawberry blonde handsome guy that I would pay to shove my tongue down his throat. I screamed louder as they approached th

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) :-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*

Fuck, there is no way I will let him get away with this! As I slowly turned around, I readied myself for the consequences of my actions. I don’t care who this man is or wat position he has in this company. He disrespects me, so I should only return the favor. However, as I turned around, I found myself face to face with a grinning, handsome stranger. His green eyes were bore into mine as if I’m the last meal in this world. His hair was dark and tousled, as if he just brushed it off with his fingers. He was tall and lean, like he always hits the gym. He was only wearing a white long sleeve polo and black jeans. His perfect set of white pearl teeth were on display as he grinned at me and his t

, he threatened, and that silenced her. I wired the amount to him, and left the club with the lady without even bidding Stefano goodnight. My blood wouldn't calm down until I explored this one. ***** Francesca's POV. “Fucckk” I moaned as he burst through the door into his living room, still fighting for domination over my whole body. I couldn't believe I was this stranger's house, willingly about to fuck him. I’ve done this stripper job before, but I'd never followed anyone home. Everything ended in the club.

, I said already finishing up and standing up then flushing. "Umm come in", the door opened to a shirtless Bryan, I couldn't help but gulp in deeply in amazement. Shit he's bleeding again. My mouth immediately dropped at the fresh cut on his wrist. He was in so much pain but I could see it wasn't from d cut. As emotionless as his face always was, only his eyes mirrored his pain, they were darker, an endless darkness. I wish I could take all his pain away, I wish I could help.

Don't ask me 'cos I don't wanna talk about it. "I have an idea, how about a race? Pablo needs one for today you can fill in... Its going to help you take your mind off it" Pablo is actually a racing 'firm' well don't start with it being illegal. I love racing, bike racing to be precise and racing will surely take my mind off Raleigh and that hot redhead at the café for a while. "I'm in, who am I racing against?" I ask and Cole grins at me. "Hunter Bernadette, champion for three years in a row"

She sprinted towards the automatic golden door, her eyes attracted to the refreshing green landscape outside the glass walls as she passed. The bulletproof, one-way glass walls of their Mansion revealed the cascading fields of mowed green hills, the fortress of grey skyscrapers in the distant city, and the numerous hovercars rushing back and forth to the grey city towers like bees dancing around a honeycomb. Qing Yue ran out the golden door and stood in front of the hundred-foot glass water fountain, the melodious splashing of the water calming her nerves as she looked around for her ride.

London's winter felt exceptionally cold and long. I wrapped my dark cashmere coat tighter around me, walking alone on the damp streets. As I passed an underground racing club, the roar of engines was like a siren's call, pulling me inside. On the track, a silver Koenigsegg and a matte black modified Mustang were locked in a fierce battle. The spectators screamed, lost in a frenzy over the death-defying driving. Although the two cars were neck and neck, my trained eye could tell the matte black Mustang's cornering was sharper, and its driver had a reckless, nothing-to-lose style.

At seventeen, Damien Delta severed all ties with his best friend. Without a single word or explanation, he cut Harrison Kane, out of his life completely. For years, Damien stayed on the circuit, masterfully calculating his schedule to make sure their paths never crossed. When dodging Harrison became too difficult, Damien quit driving altogether, stepping away from the track to build the cars instead. He thought he was safe behind the scenes. He was wrong. When the Delta empire faces complete ruin, Damien is forced to break his own golden rule. Dragged out of retirement for SLAT—the most prestigious, brutal racing tournament in the world—he has to step back into the driver's seat.  And

She seemed just as shocked and confused as everyone else. Revenge! His tiger seemed to demand. Then he growled even louder as he felt it take over. He was shifting. In the middle of a market filled with witches, for a reason he was yet to come to terms with. Everyone began shouting, screaming as they ran off. And when the man that had been about to hit her tried to run off, he found himself running after him, biting the male's leg until he tasted nothing but blood. The man screamed but everyone else was too busy trying to seek safety to care.