Speeding Synonym Novels & Stories

“Go faster!” “Go FASTER you son of a bitch! Don’t let her get away!” I screamed in his face as we moved with tremendous speed on the highway, speeding past a load of cars as we swiveled and maneuvered our way to get closer to the supposed car that was now speeding as well.

She put it on because she understood that some discussions had a correct outcome and the correct outcome of a discussion about whether to wear a coat in November in active labor was to wear the coat. We went to the car. --- I drove efficiently. That was the accurate description of what I was doing. Not speeding. Speeding implied a disregard for the applicable regulations that I did not have. I had a specific destination and a specific timeline and I was moving between them at the rate required by those two factors. "You are speeding," Aria said from the passenger seat. "I am driving efficiently," I said. "There is a difference?" she said. I looked at the road. "Yes," I said. "Speeding is rec

"Huh?" Sonnet asked. "What's wrong?" "It looks like a car is following us." "Perhaps you’re mistaken. There are so many cars on the road, and we’re all heading in the same direction." Sonnet waved her hand with a smile. "Let’s see." Lewis accelerated the speed of the car while speaking. Sonnet paid attention to the movement of the car behind. When they sped up, the car also accelerated. Lewis slowed down again, and the car slowed down.

After that, the automobile accelerated to the speed of a bullet. It moved quickly and furiously. . . . ......

"Drive fast." ⁠

Speed never lied. At three hundred miles an hour, the world peeled away everything unnecessary. There was no room for pretense or sweet-talking, no time for betrayal or half-truths. Excuses had no traction at these speeds; the machine demanded everything, and if you hesitated, it would chew you up and spit you out as just another cautionary tale whispered in the garages of the elite.

I yelled at her and she drove faster this time. As we speed up, the bastards also speed up. “Shit!” We shouted at the same time when they already shot us in the back of the car.

Rex muttered, “Why the hell would it take that long?” Candice’s stomach tightened at his tone. “Rex, drive slow. Don’t you dare race!” Rex: “Candice, last time you said faster. Now you want slower. You’re so fickle.” Candice: “…If you drive too fast, everyone will get carsick!” At that moment, Sophia cut in. “Oh, no, not me. Big sister Sophia loves high-speed racing. Driving slow is what’s annoying.” Candice and Rex: …You better be talking about driving.

He didn't think of what could happen if they were to see him at that time. “Can't you drive faster!!” Michael shouted at the taxi driver that was driving too slowly for his liking. “I can't exceed the speed limit sir and you know that.” The taxi driver tried to explain. “I didn't say you should exceed the speed limit, I said you should increase your goddamn speed. A snail is even faster than the way you're driving. I need to be somewhere very important and it's a matter of life and death so step on the gas goddammit!” Michael screamed in his ears.