She Ruined His Racing Dream Novels & Stories

He didn’t care about just life, whether he injured himself or not. The men staggered back, pale, and shaken, their confidence shattered, their plan-whatever it had been-reduced to nothing in the face of something they hadn't anticipated. Jade didn't look at them again. He swerved sharply, maneuvering past the wreckage swiftly, his hands steady, his expression cold. And then, he drove off at full speed. He was sure going to get a traffic ticket for that. His driver stood there frozen with the two men, all in shock at what had just happened.

She dreamed of that year when Darren had chased her all the way to Los Cielos. Her racing club had refused to release her from her contract, and he—eyes bloodshot—had challenged them to a race. If he won, he would take her away. He had just earned his professional racing license for her at the time, and that was the first time he had ever driven a race car. Yet he dared to take on the twisting mountain road. Jeanne had sat in the passenger seat, guiding him through the turns, but disaster struck anyway. He misjudged a drift; the car skidded, broke through the guardrail, and tumbled down the cliff.

"I'm here, you stupid, beautiful boy. Don't you dare leave me." I closed my eyes as the sirens began to wail in the distance. The race was over. The bet was lost. And as the darkness finally pulled me under, I realized I’d made the ultimate stupid decision: I’d tried to prove I was a god, and I’d ended up a broken mess at her feet.

A week before our wedding, Damian Hale threw me a pre-wedding party at his family's private racetrack. His racing partner, Sienna Belmont, tossed a set of car keys into my lap. "Every bride should take a spin, right?" I wanted to refuse, but Damian slung an arm around me and said with a laugh, "It's just for fun. Sienna will show you around the track. You'll be fine." I let my guard down. But when I reached the third turn, I hit the brakes. Nothing happened. The car crashed through the barrier. My spine snapped, leaving me in a wheelchair. Three months later, I saw Sienna walk out of Damian's bedroom wearing my engagement ring. All he had to say was, "Avery, I need a wife who can stand besid

A bike in that corner would have been abandoned for years and it's quite unfinished that I'm not going home with it. "In that case, leave it here, the owner would come looking for it" Emily suggested as she got close to the car. "Yeah that's true, let's leave before anyone sees us" I divulged, almost forgetting the fact that I was being haunted by evil werewolves. Emily hadn't lost her touch in driving. Emily's dream is to be a racer, the best in the world at that and I wouldn't blame her because it's her destined legacy. Hee father was one of the greatest racers in history. I was scared watching the speedometer increase, it wasn't reducing. She was intentionally doing that, showing me that

she says, sounding somewhat genuine and sincere. "Someone who lands a Ferrari is not going to just simply go back to their used Toyota." I muster up a grin. "So thank you for destroying what we had." I mean it. "If it weren't for you being a complete screw-up, I probably would have ruined my life by marrying you. I wouldn't have met the girl of my dreams, I wouldn't have met your polar opposite in every single way, I wouldn't have met AJ." I pretend to wipe a bead of sweat from my forehead. "Phew. Close call, right?" I pick myself up from the ground and mentally applaud myself for the speechless look I've left on her face.

I felt even more confused. “Why would you be thinking of me for eight years? How did I ruin your life?” I asked and Dave resumed glaring at me. “You killed my dreams. The little league of footballers, you crashed in to me and I got injured. I cracked my back badly and I was advised not to play football again.” He said and I could practically see the smoke coming from his ears. “Football was my dream, it was my life and it ended in one brief moment because of you. My dreams ended anxiety you went on living the life. You kept on thriving. According to everyone, you are even a good prospect for the NFL. While everyone has forgotten who I really am.”

"Mr. and Mrs. Fairfield, I'm sorry! I love Michelle with all my heart! I really hope that she can come back to me! I'm willing to exchange my life for hers! "What's the use of having a third-class merit? I just want Michelle to be back!"

Already riled up and fucking irritated with the Jabril and Italian mafia shit going on, it was a battle suppressing the urgeto whack my dumb cousin across the head with the butt of my gun. If it wasn’t already clear, I didn’t like the kid very much. When he turned eighteen, he nixed his formal initiation as a Yezhov into the Bratva to pursue his passion for racing. Racing. What I thought started out as a raving madness of youthful exuberance turned out to be more than just a fucking joke, and to worsen the matter, ruining his reputation and dragging his name through the fucking soil, his progress chart recorded more losses than wins.

Thomas interrupted lazily, "If you had known, you would've had to decide whether Victoria was better than X—and whether Victoria might stab you in the back, correct?" Lucas immediately tried to explain, "No, that's not what I meant. Sharon, if I had found you earlier, I would never have become friends with Victoria…" Thomas continued coolly, "So you mean, if Victoria betrayed you, it's still Sharon's fault for not revealing her identity sooner?" Lucas froze. "I didn't mean that. I just—" He was completely speechless. On that race day, he had not only lost but humiliated himself thoroughly. Even when he rewatched it, he could hardly bear to look. He wished he could erase it from existence.