Roxy Raceway Novels & Stories

Noticing that, Xyla immediately lowered her window and asked, “Where are we going?” “Ring Mount Speedway. Follow me.” Ring Mount Speedway was one of the largest open-air racing circuits in Atlantis. The iconic race track was set on the highest mountain in Atlantis, circling the hill like a ring. No matter if it was domestic or international, minor or major events, many hosts and organizers loved to hold their races here due to its unique layout. With steep inclines, long straights, and sharp corners, the race track was a challenging yet exciting challenge. Christopher started the car, hit the pedal, and zoomed out of the garage.

“Most people don’t bother to ask, they either don't notice or they ignore the fact that I've never had a boyfriend, only a few panic.” “I panicked,” I admit. She laughs again, softer this time. “Yeah. It was cute.” “Now,” she says, gripping my wrist again, excitement buzzing through her voice, “can we go? The race starts in twenty minutes.” I nod, laughing along, and she yanks me back into the crowd. But I’m not stiff anymore, I don't feel uptight or uncomfortable. I let myself be dragged into the crowd. Roxy finally slows near a shaded stretch tucked behind the tracks. The noise dips just a little here, replaced by the clank of tools and low, rough voices.

I can't deal with them both teasing together and still concentrate on driving. “This is cheating. I can't believe you would help Jackson win, Roxy.” I am actually gutted. She should be helping me, not distracting me more. “Any reason to kiss your neck, and I am game.” She laughs. Roxy's house is literally two streets away, just two. Her mouth teases me more. Jackson's fingers move faster, moaning as I feel myself closer to an orgasm. I stop the car and smile. “Looks like I win.” Panting, I look outside at Roxy's house.

Hmm ill ask later. "I'm an exotic vet and large animal vet. I have surgical experience on most animals and I can also treat companion animals such as dogs and cats" he tells them as I hop into my Skyline GTR r35 and drive over to the start line. I'm racing 4 other cars. On the far left is a Subaru WRX, next to that is a Dodge Charger R/T, then me. To the far right is a BMW M235i and then on my right is a Audi S3. I'm not too worried about any of them really. I've raced three out of the four before and done well. A Asian woman dressed like a naughty school girl stands at the line with a red cloth in her hand. "Ready.... Set... Go!!" She shouts as she waves the scarf in the air and we all spee

The owner revved back in return, and it almost became a revving competition. The glass of his car was tinted, as was the other person, and he didn’t know him, but he already knew what he was communicating. A car raced in the almost deserted Broussard Avenue residential district; most people had gone to their respective offices now. The light flashed green, and without a word, the two strangers transformed the serene avenue into a racetrack. The Camaro’s tyres screeched as it launched forward, its engine roaring like a beast unleashed. The Mustang retaliated, its powerful engine rumbling, both leaving a trail of rubber and smoke.

Since her hand was nearly healed, she agreed to it. After changing her clothes, Tracey drove her out. … An hour later. Richworth’s eastern suburb racing circuit. Every Friday night, a race was held here, and the winner would take home all the bets for the evening. As today was Friday, an intense and exciting race was about to begin. Mable felt a sense of familiarity as soon as she got out of the car. She had not raced in many years and missed the feeling of speeding on the track. Tracey pulled her toward the grandstand. “Come on, Mabes. Let’s go find the best viewing spot.”

That was one more gold coin than her. Roxy had planned to use the horse race to prove that she was much more superior to Victoria. But it turned out that Victoria had the same plan. Roxy wanted to use today's opportunity to kick Victoria down and solidify her position in the clan. "Ms. Victoria, did you bet on horse No. 15?" Victoria nodded. "Yes. No. 15. It's my horse. I believe in it. "I'm going upstairs now." Victoria walked past Roxy to head upstairs as she talked.

"In lane one, we have Viper in his modified Dodge Challenger! Lane two features our returning champion, the mystery racer known only as Black Red! Lane three brings us Nitro in his souped-up Mustang! And in lane four, we have newcomer Phoenix in what might be the fastest BMW we've ever seen on this track!"

She lowered her eyes. A brief, awkward silence followed before Dev decided to keep the conversation going. “Remember Rocky, the German Shepherd?” “Uh-huh.” “Well, he didn’t stay on much after dad passed away.” “Where’d he go?” “Um… he too... crossed that ‘bridge’ you were talking about?” He air-quoted. “Oh, that’s… so bad.” Was he being funny? “Yes, it is. I’m sure that he’s in a great place though.” “True,” she commented.