Sonic X Drive Novels & Stories

“You seem quite tense, Doce. I could help you relax…” “Thank you,” I say, moving his hand away and guiding it back to the car's steering wheel. “I'm fine this way.” “Always so fragrant,” X says, smelling his fingers. “You're incorrigible,” I remark with a slight smile. “They say we become like this around the woman we love,” X states, turning serious, and then focuses on driving again. I looked at him, surprised. Did I hear that right? X just said he loves me?

in mind right now, … Jaxon drives so fast that he causes a commotion in the streets that he doesn’t care about. “Get out of my way!” he snarled at the driver ahead, his honking horn providing tension along the way. “Shit!” he yelled as he passed one of the cars in front and nearly collided with a bus coming from the opposite direction. “I will not die until I have dragged her back to this city!” Jaxon cursed so loudly that he raised his voice as he increased the speed of the car being driven.

Chloe could almost feel the cold pressure of his presence through the speaker. "You think this is about money, Chloe?" Xavier’s voice was a low, melodic growl that vibrated with suppressed power. "You think ten million is what I care about?" Chloe swallowed hard. "Then... then what is it? Captain Li said there was a spare. I can still race. I'll win the championship for the team, just like we agreed." "The spare car is currently in my private garage," Xavier said, his tone dropping an octave. "And it stays there. If you want to drive it, you come here. Tonight."

My group and I continue fighting the massive yellow drill wisp in earnest, Sonic dodges the attack, I was holding my X-Blade parrying its attacks “Corona is starting to piss me off” I said, Shadow was shocked to see me completely pissed, “shit Inkcanius, he really has a personal vendetta against Corona” said Shadow with shock. Sonic was even shocked, The group watch as I continued to fight against the massive drill wisp. The massive wisp tried to strike my group but I parried it with ease “you’re not laying a finger on them!!” I shouted with rage. Sonic was astonished “his speed is insane” he said looking at Shadow. I kept fighting against the brainwashed yellow drill wisp. I then jump back,

Ang mga ito ay parang mga mekanikal na pating na naglalabas ng mga Sonic Blasts. ​Dito ipinakita ni Xander ang kanyang pagiging beterano. Kahit sa ilalim ng tubig, ang kanyang paggalaw ay parang isang manunila. Ginamit niya ang bigat ng tubig para sa kanyang momentum, hinihiwa ang mga drones gamit ang kanyang espada na naglalabas ng mainit na singaw (steam) sa bawat wasiwas. ​"Liam! Ang control panel!" sigaw ni Xander sa pamamagitan ng Sub-comms.

Not three days, but it took Leonidas a month to level William Corp. Pressing the gas pedal hard, Crystal drove her white Lamborghini Aventador through the private road that connected the main gate to Xavier's mansion. It took her seven minutes until she reached the front steps of the main door, stopping right behind Xavier's red Lamborghini Veneno. "X!" Crystal skipped the preamble, jumping out as soon as she saw Xavier rushing down the steps. Her brother seemed in a hurry, even his coat was just slung over his shoulder. Crystal ignored the tight black pants that matched his white work shirt. "We need to talk!"

he said standing up Xander’s car screeched to a halt outside the tall, imposing gates of his father’s mansion. The security lights illuminated the driveway, casting long shadows over the gravel path. His chest rose and fell heavily, his knuckles white around the steering wheel. He had been drinking, but his mind was still painfully clear on one thing he needed answers from Lionel. He stepped out of the car, slamming the door so hard it echoed across the quiet night. The sharp chill in the air bit at his skin, but the cold inside his chest was worse. He marched towards the gates, his heart pounding with a mix of fury and desperation.

Chapter Eight: The Sterile Boundary The drive to Julian’s private estate was silent, but the tension in the car was louder than any shout. Julian kept his eyes fixed on the road, his hands gripped so tight on the steering wheel that his knuckles were white. He was breathing in a controlled, rhythmic pattern—the way a surgeon breathes before the first cut. He was trying to be the "Doctor" again, trying to use logic to bury the monster that had almost swallowed him in the morgue.

The inside of the car lit up with controls that looked like a hybrid of the 80s TV show Knight Rider and the bridge of the Enterprise on Star Trek: The Next Generation. The passenger door opened and Mr. X sat beside me. It was the first time I had ever seen him look alarmed, about anything. “You’re not supposed to be driving, Dr. Leighton. I believe it’s my fault for not being clear about which door you should have entered.” Intimidated by the controls, I readily agreed that I should not be the driver. “Let’s switch.” “There’s no time for that, Dr. Leighton,” Mr. X said as he reached over and pushed a button on the dash in front of me. Instantly the car engine roared to life. “Get us out of