She Ruined His Racing Dream Novels & Stories

to Ratchet’s accomplishments. I pulled out a few more pieces of paper and one picture. I point to the picture. “ This is my race car, Frankenstein.” Then I point to the papers. “ I’m a national racing champion. I have been for years. Marcos is the best wrench man in the country.” I say. “ Oh, please. That isn’t a real job. You can’t make any real money.” Marissa scoffs. I look at her for a minute. Hank looks at her like she has lost her mind “ Have you never heard of NASCAR?” We all laugh. “ It is funny because I make a good living doing it. I have been for years. But since you are worried about money, as usual, let me tell you something. With my combined winnings, I make roughly two hundred

She had opened up to him about her loss and had been devastated as a result. Merde! He slammed his fists against the steering wheel. He had no doubt that he had severely damaged what he had been trying to build with Jessie. He had a vision of Dalia and her blocks. She would stack them up so carefully, and then gleefully send them crashing down with a sweep of her arm. He prayed Jessie would allow him to try to rebuild what he had so carelessly destroyed.

Trinity asked continously. Looking at her in dismay, “So you’re saying that we women weren’t capable of winning over them?” I asked. “No, that’s not what I mean Jada. Racing is for men…” I cut her off. “No. I’ll win.” As an image of a 16-year-old slowly flash in my memory. *** “You know what kid, better try your luck next time. Or maybe just don’t try and quit racing.” “This isn’t for you.” I was looking at the Russian racer who won the race against me. I was sitting on the ground and leaning on my car unbelievably. I made a wrong maneuver on the wheel and ended up my car colliding on the railing and losing my momentum.

Anda smiled shaking her head. "Why did I have to be your friend of all people in the world? Did I betray my country in my past life?" Adam muttered to Anda's hearing but she knew he didn't mean it. Adam couldn't get on the track since he sustained any injury that got him bed ridden for a year so he enjoyed watching races and coaching Anda was worth all his time. ***** "What do you mean the car broke down?I told you to hire a perfect car" Anda glared at Adam. "I thought I did.. look,instead of complaining,how about you fix it" Adam said.

"Then I promise your life is always going to wait for you," Listening to her alluring answer, Damien pulled her into his arms, making her snuggle her face into chest and embraced him tightly. Damien pecked her head and sighed in relaxation, realising his life was always going to wait for him always but only if he knew that….. today the second he would step out of that door, his life was going to get teared apart from him and her promise was going to get shattered in countless pieces because his fear was going to turn into his fate.

"I'm so sorry Anna, I never meant for this to happen'' After all my attempt to keep the ones I loved safe, they were taken in the end. And the only way I could get them back was winning the race. But how was I going to fucking do that. My shoulder was damaged, my head felt like a thousand soldiers were marching in there. I couldn't compete like this. My life was ruined. Ruined beyond repair. And it was all my fault. My phone vibrated in my pocket and I rushed to fish it out thinking it was Anna but I saw a strange number. I answered and placed it to my ear. It was silent at first but then I heard ragged breathing. Then a laugh. I waited for the person to speak. "I have something you want, a

“But we weren’t a happy family even when you and mama were together,” I whispered. “Just because mama and you didn’t work out, it doesn’t mean you can’t pick up the pieces and find happiness again. She did. You can too Papa.” He shook his head. “Mija…I was supposed to be the star football player. The NFL quarterback…all my dreams were ruined because of one car accident. One injury.” I caught the tears streaming down his cheeks.

That boy always seemed to show up at the wrong time for me. I kicked the side of my bike in frustration, the metal scraping against the wall. Thousands of dollars in damages, my bike, the gear, everything. And the worst part? It wasn’t just the money. It was a humiliation. Everyone would be talking about the mysterious rider winning two races in a row. Everyone would be praising her, whispering her name, talking about how unstoppable she was. And me?

The love he had so fiercely fought for had crumbled, leaving behind nothing but pain and brokenness. As Ava cradled Caleb in her arms, her heart shattered into a million pieces. The love she had once believed in now seemed tainted, poisoned by Damian's violence. In that moment, all illusions of a happy ending were shattered, replaced by a harsh reality that threatened to consume them all.

I said while meeting his gaze directly, "you should expect me.” Something in his expression darkened immediately, like he finally understood that this exchange had not erased anything between us. I entered the car as Andrei started the engine, but before the car fully moved, I brought the gun up and fired twice directly into Sebastian's legs. Chaos erupted immediately afterward. His men fired back almost instantly while Andrei accelerated hard enough to throw the car forward violently, bullets striking against the metal as we sped out of the racing ground before the retaliation could fully close around us.