She Ruined His Racing Dream Novels & Stories

I only knew that because that was one of his hobbies back in school. “He told me once." I lied, and she did not look convinced. Either way, she shook her head in refusal before returning her gaze to the clipboard in her hands, a solemn look on her face. “He doesn’t race anymore,” she said quietly, and the sadness that conveyed her words piqued my interest. I figured that much out since I had not seen a single motorcycle since I got here. “Why?” I asked, and her eyes hardened. “Because the last time he did that, he nearly lost his life,” she answered, and it felt as though all the blood in my body had been drained.

After his once happy family had fallen apart, day in day out, Darius was hunted by nightmares and they only continued to increase after his mother had died. That was just how rough his life had been but then he discovered the thrill of racing and fell love with it as the feeling made him feel complete once more. But soon after, he lost interest in it and moved to Russia, far away from his father and his new family. A contract in Seattle had been what dragged Darius back home. It was a big time offer and he couldn’t afford to lose it. The contract had gone according to plan but that same day, he happened to receive a message from BJ’s father and That was the cause of his foul mood the day he

“Oh yeah? Like what?” I turned on the couch toward her. “The state junior racing competitions are coming up soon. It’s my chance at the big leagues. I want to be a professional racer. If I win, I would get a sponsor and get a chance to make my dreams come true. I want to move my mother out of this town. I think this town’s making her more depressed. I want to leave too. There’s nothing here for me,” I said and paused. Now, I went for her hand, gripping her tightly. “There was nothing here for me until I met you.”

‎But under the anger was something worse. ‎Regret. ‎ I finally saw what I had lost, not just Sarah's company or her trust. I had lost the life I could have had, I had a woman who loved me, a company that was doing great, a future that looked good. ‎And I ruined it all because I was too greedy to be thankful. ‎I did this to myself. ‎That truth hurt more than any punishment Sarah could think up. ‎When I came out of the bathroom, Victoria was waiting for me in the living room.

Maybe my life did. I was always a princess who believed she had everything. I've never had a dream, except for becoming Wulf's mate. But now, this training program has become a dream, one I don't want to lose. With those thoughts in my mind, my speed kept increasing, as well as my rage. For everything that had been done to make me lose this race, for me losing Wulf who I've always wanted, race boiled inside me like a waiting storm and before I knew it, I was crossing the finish line.

I had wanted both gone and the main threat — the baby, the one thing that would have tied Damien to her in ways I couldn't undo… was finally, cleanly, irreversibly gone. The relief of it was physical. Something unwinding from the base of my spine all the way up. Three years Serena Whitmore had tried and failed and grieved and tried again, and now at the worst possible moment, at the moment she should have had something left to hold onto, she had lost that too. I almost wanted to laugh. I pressed my lips together and swallowed it down. "Well," I said softly. I walked to the window. Looked at the city, and then I turned back.

she said quietly, knowing how weak it sounded, how inadequate as an explanation. "You always have a choice, that's the whole point of choice." He started pacing, his hands clenched at his sides, his jaw tight with frustration. "What you don't have is common sense apparently, because accepting a race you're not prepared for is suicide, it's reckless, it's exactly the kind of thing that gets drivers killed and I refuse to be part of that." "I'm not going to die from racing," she said, the irony of the statement hitting her even as the words left her mouth because she was dying already, racing had nothing to do with it, racing was the only thing keeping her alive right now.

He scoffed. He sighed. “You know what? Quit your job at the Bulls. Take my offer, and come back to the house… We'll be at peace if you—” “Looks like that's going to be a tough one…” I wiped my tears with the back of my palm. “I am the black sheep of the family, right? The one who never ceases to bring shame to the family… The one who has done nothing but ruin everything that you and your fucking adopted child worked for, yeah?” I closed the distance between us, a painful smirk curling my lips.

he said slowly, "I lose the money. The penthouse. The company. The name, mostly, because the name comes with the company. I'd have what I've earned racing and nothing else." "And what you've earned racing is enough to pay off my dad's shop." "Yes." "And what you've earned racing is enough to live on." "I'd have to race more. Properly. A full season. Maybe go pro." Dani looked at him. "Is that a bad thing? You love racing. You love it the way I love it. Why is giving up the company to race the thing you're supposed to be afraid of?"

On the day of our engagement party rehearsal, the wedding company suddenly calls to tell me that someone has taken over our hotel ballroom at the last minute. I rush to the hotel to sort it out, only to see my fiance's name, Clark Zimmer, on the welcome sign outside the ballroom. But I'm not the bride. Through the half-open door, I see him down on one knee, slipping a crystal slipper onto another woman's foot. Clark's mother, Darlene Foster, stands nearby. She's beaming with delight. "You two are a much better match. As for Yvonne, let her transfer the project to you first, Clark. Then we can find a reason to call off your engagement to her." Instead of storming in, I record everything