She Ruined His Racing Dream Novels & Stories

With that thought in mind, he cleaned his face determinedly, took a deep breath and walked away. Risha lay on the floor sobbing silently; she couldn’t open her eyes, as the world was spinning for her. “it was never supposed to be like this” she thought, what she had hoped to achieve was to have him sacked and his reputation ruined for good, “now look at me” she thought, “marriage”, the idea sent such pain and regret down her spine. Her worst nightmare comes true.

He had a painful expression, which annoyed Vivian. “Don’t look at me with that painful look. Someone might think I am wicked. But I am not. I just participated in the race, and I won. The game had no rules and all it cared about was to win. And I did exactly that. "Please get out of my house. I have already filed for divorce. I don’t need you in my house," she said harshly. "Are you driving me out of your own house?" he asked. “Please get out. You are destroying our peace. Hey drive him away. I don’t want to see him near this house." Shadrach, who is her fiancé, said.

"Did you do something wrong?" "I didn't. She managed to get a hold of pictures taken from one of the race tracks and she got annoyed. We got into an argument with her telling me that racing is bad and illegal, she said that I was a disappointment for indulging in racing. But what the hell is wrong with racing, Kira? Please tell me, what is wrong with doing something that I love?" Richard held her hands as he asked. Kira swallowed hard and thought about it, it seemed she was getting a hold of what was happening in his life.

Dad just swallows hard, unable to meet my gaze. “I get it. You’re being selfish that all you thought was your status—money, and power and if his career is ruined you will fall down with him, too. You knew why he drunk that night before his race because you told him to abort the pregnancy of the woman he got knocked-up. You’re a control freak!” My lips quiver into a sad smile. “He was racing himself alone to fight for his life to survive in the hospital bed, instead of racing against his opponents for the championship.”

I rambled already sweating like a drenched cat looking everywhere but his eyes. He must think now am really crazy ...I mean who walk in the evening barefooted in the middle of the road just because their useless boyfriend cheated on them. this gal. I continued my rambling until he cut me off. "Can I have your see CV?" "Sorry .....did you say dv?" he shouted in frustration unbuttoning his suit. "I said CV !" "Oh...you should have said that " "Can I have it"he said ignoring my statement . Looks like he lost his favorite toy

She was going to be completely hers and he hers. The dream swirled to a close at that point causing Asrar to wake. He was shocked as the moon light fell on him. He had her, he had her one last time and just like that she was take from him. He ruined everything, he ruined his future, he ruined her happiness and all he had was this stupid prophecy. His anger bellowing out of him as his dragon came forth and tore the field apart. He tore everything as his heart broke with the thoughts, with his failure. That was suppose to be her future. That was suppose to be the two of them but no he ruined that. He ruined everything because he wasn’t strong enough.

They only wanted me for show that's I'm not interested in love because no ones ever love me genuinely. "I lost my mom to cancer too. It's not only you who lost someone. That hit me pretty hard to especially she's the only person who understands me the most. That's why I stated racing. It made me forget the sadness even though it's only for a moment and that's why I want to keep racing." I said honestly as I looked at the table blankly. "Were you suicidal?" "No, I wasn't but I need a distraction. It was the only way to keep me distracted and besides this is not my first time getting into an accident." I said and I looked up to him. He shook his head and started to cut the fruits.

"Calm down, child. She wasn't a student here. The course she applied for two years ago, was already completed three months ago. She was just randomly attending art classes on a requested application. And today, she informed that she won't attend it anymore either." Edward wasn't listening to any of his word. His headwas practically drumming, like it would burst any minute. Roughly breathing, he stood up and marched out of the office, anger, hollowness, remorse, each expression floating on his face. The events of yesterday night begin to flash in his mind, like how he ruined an innocent soul in an attempt to fuel his ego. He ruined her life. How was he supposed to live his own life normally a

Emotions only ever clouded the plan. They made you weak. And weakness was the quickest way to die in the underworld. Which was why he needed to shift his focus. Back to her. The one who had really haunted him longer than Sarah ever did. The ghost racer. He thought back to that day, months ago, when a black and red blur had sliced through his convoy on a rain slick highway at over 200 km/h. A wild, reckless stunt that no sane driver would’ve pulled. But this one? They didn’t just survive. They thrived.

"Nice race." When Scott got back to the stands, he found Daniel there, head in his hands, the defeat written all over him. "We lost..." he whispered in despair. "We lost everything..." "You didn't lose anything. I did," Scott replied with a tight throat, already sensing that this was just the beginning. He barely knew what he was doing after that. He was crushed—but worse than losing the company he'd poured his life into was losing her. Her—who belonged to someone else, because Ricci clearly had a habit of kissing her before every race.