Reverse 2 Point Turnabout Novels & Stories

He replied pointing at the screen in front. "But it said to turn right at the sign board. Which is way back." Quinnel said gesturing at the road behind us. "It did? I really don't get how it works." Coach replied pulling the brakes. "Then use the voice instead! Are you trying to get us lost?" He asked and Coach scoffed before he turned the car around. "There. I turned around already. Now tell me, how do I set it to the voice own?" He asked a d Quinnel chuckled.

They went for a period, and as the driver turned the van to one side, the vehicle before them did likewise. driver turned the van to one side, the vehicle before them did likewise.

Xander screamed the terror and panic he had been holding back. As if number 42 heard him, it suddenly slowed down. It's reducing it's spread, making the car behind it slow down too. Still hasn't grasped what's happening, Sonic 01 is trying to gain momentum to further nudge Azure 42 at the end of the track. At full speed, Sonic 01 drove sideways to hit Azure 42. However, to everyone's surprise. Azure 42 swiftly reversed while hitting the racer behind it. Instead of hitting Azure 42, Sonic 01 hit the edge of the track and eventually toppled down.

Or were we? At the last second, I felt an enormous amount of power leave my outstretched hand, which was reaching for the dashboard to brace myself. The other car changed direction dramatically, turning toward the mountain wall as Sam’s truck veered around it. With the evasive action, both of our vehicles went around one another. Sam struggled to regain control of the truck as it skidded around the corner. I turned to look behind me at the other car. The driver was doing the same thing, now trying to keep from hitting the mountain wall as he was too far to the right instead of the left. He managed to get the vehicle back on course and then pulled off on the shoulder as soon as the road widen

“Fine. I’ll add him too! He’s your boyfriend of five years. I’m giving you a chance to win him back. Do you want it or not?” I rejected that immediately. “No need. The gold is enough. I don’t want the guy.” Who ate something and spat it back out just to swallow it again? Disgusting. We started rolling again. This time, Taylor couldn’t get her usual numbers. She rolled a five, a six, a two, and three threes—only twenty-two points total. As for me, I had also slipped up. Two sixes, two ones, a five, and a three—also twenty-two.

Shania and I decided on Samuel Turner, a marketing manager at Shania's company. Samuel was younger than Lucille and about six years younger than me. I had gotten to know him through a random dinner event in the past. I had formed a deep impression of him because of his good looks and how smart he was at handling all sorts of situations. Later on, I got to know from Shania that he was also very competent at work. He had managed to get his position as marketing manager within a year of joining the company.

"Tell her I need thirty seconds." “He has twenty,” Sky replied. "She says twenty." He made a choked sound and pushed the car even harder. The wolves on the left flank faltered, just slightly, but it was enough. The bend appeared. Zeviar wrenched the wheel right, a precise, sharp turn, threading the gap Sky had spotted. He was focused, his entire being poured into that one maneuver. For a heart-stopping second, we were clear. The wolves scrambled to regroup behind us, the road ahead opening up, offering a glimpse of escape.

“I’m in the secured room off of Ethan’s office. I can hear them fighting in the pack house though. Kev is out there. I can’t hear him though and I don’t want to distract him by reaching out through the link.” My eyes narrowed in on the turn to take onto their territory. Holding tight, I started the turn early. The wheels, very loudly, protested against the sudden shift in trajectory. The whole back end of the car started to fishtailed but this car was a rear-wheel drive. Once I managed to lock in the wheels, the drift helped us continue down the road and I felt the shift of the territory in matter of minutes.

He rushed up and blocked my path. With a hoarse voice, he pleaded, "I messed up. Please, I can explain." I stayed stone-faced and silent, trying to slip past. He dropped to his knees, which drew the attention of my classmates. They watched curiously and whispered among themselves. My friend, Garth Smith, stepped up. "Need help?" I nodded, glaring at Jake. "I don't know him." Then I started to leave with Garth. Jake panicked, pulling a knife and pressing it to his wrist.

Now that I am in familiar territory, I use the time to work on some tricks. I have been practicing what I like to call a double J spin, or in other words a 360 degree spin. Just after exiting the last turn, I engage my handbrake, which locks my back wheels, I reverse 180 then gas it. Once I pull out of the original J turn, I then repeat the maneuvers once again, so that I am facing the original way I was heading.