Ralph Breaks The Internet Sugar Rush Racers Novels & Stories

Why do I feel like I've met him before? I look at him quietly, my heart pounding rapidly as I wait for him to speak. After what feels like an eternity, he suddenly pulls out a document from a file and holds it out to me. My eyebrows meet in confusion but I lean forward and get the document from him. The frown on my face grows deeper as I read the contents. It’s a contract that states I am to be Alpha Rex’s pretend mate until he becomes the Alpha king. The contract goes ahead to state the conditions on how the arrangement is a no strings attached thing and how I'll be awarded three million dollars at the end of the contract.

Raven smacked her forehead. Realization struck Ralph and he went after the ball with renewed energy. There was strange electrifying energy fuelling him as he scored back-to-back goals, winning the game. Raven jumped up and down, cheering him. The match was over with Ralph and Ethan winning it. They all left the field and walked towards the cottage teasing Ralph. He winked at them and walked towards Raven instead, watching her without batting an eyelid. Uh oh! Raven stood transfixed to the spot, incapable of movement.

“Sorry, can I get you something to drink?” “Alcohol,” I jokingly muttered under my breath and his brows shot up. “Really?” It was my turn to raise my brows at him now because he sounded like he had alcohol and would be willing to offer it to me if I really wanted it. “I’ll just take juice.” “Okay. Karela or -”

"We go to my brothers first. If we can proactively awaken their previous-life memories and get them back on their feet early—so they see the danger we're in—we'll have a better chance. And we can completely prevent Mystic Vale from targeting them." She paused, fingers gently tightening around the soft blanket on her knees as if gathering strength, then she looked at Carl with unwavering eyes and said, word by word, "Go to the track. Find Ralph. If I remember right, he should be at New York International Racing Circuit today for a professional racing invitational." As her words fell, the air in the car stilled slightly; only the wind howled outside the window, mingling with the steady sound o

Ralph The long-awaited day of the meeting had finally arrived. I was set to claim my new breeder from the Moonlight pack, the daughter of Alpha Grayson. The Greyhound pack and the Moonlight pack had been at odds for five years after a tragic incident in which my brother was killed by a Moonlight pack guard. This event ignited a deep-seated animosity in me, fueling my desire for revenge. However, I eventually sought to establish peace through a strategic agreement with Alpha Grayson. In exchange for his daughter's hand as my breeder, I would forgive the past and end the longstanding feud.

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?

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.

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, you must cross the finish line first and claim the missing piece of the map that will show you the exit.

Insults poured in one after another, and Jasper couldn’t even suppress the smile tugging at his lips. Seeing that I couldn’t say a single word, the organizer snorted and gestured for Jasper to turn off the livestream. I pressed my lips together, still unable to figure out why. As if he could see straight through my thoughts, the organizer added sarcastically, “You’ve read the contract, right? A racer at your level withdrawing midway has to pay a penalty.” I gave him one last cold look, said nothing, and turned to leave. Anyone who could afford racing in the first place was never truly ordinary.

Then the sound of her pushing through the first corner and I felt her through the bond — focused and furious and underneath both of those something that was pure clean adrenaline, the version of Audrey that existed only at speed and was, frankly, slightly terrifying to be bonded to. "Fine," she said. "But for the record—" "Audrey." "Driving," she said. "I'm driving." --- Before the race I'd found Raphael at the Dumont pit at five forty AM. He'd been doing final checks on his car, which told me he was nervous, because Raphael did not visibly prepare unless something was making him careful. He looked up when I appeared and didn't seem surprised, which told me he'd been expecting someone. "You