Speeding Up Never Go Novels & Stories

I knew I could capture that dumb ass! The time the car finally went into the side road, he started to move the vehicle and still saw the car meters away from his car. His car ran two times faster than average speed and kept on overtaking some other vehicles that almost bumped it. He didn't mind it anyway, as his focus was on the car. His sweat continued to fall and almost made him tired, but he thought about Nathan's situation.

I hear it again and bring a halt to the speed. Banner jumped out of the car and collapsed on the ground, he puked, I hear him blech and stalk my way towards him. “What happened?” I mutter gawking at the nonsense he puked. “You drove---” he panted, “190 kmph, I'm never sitting with you next time.” His breathing jagged and I clench my fist. “Having a car with 200 speed doesn’t mean you have to reach it.” He stood up wiping his face.

- I say, knowing that if they were to act, they would have already fired the first shot. I accelerate the car and take a different turn. I notice the car behind speeding up too, which leaves me with the option of going over the limit. Knowing the streets of the city, I cross forbidden paths, accelerating so that I can outrun the cars. Celeste tightens the grip and I step on the gas harder.

I knew some were going to trail me. I zoomed out onto the road and punched it to the floor. I was going over two hundred miles per hour, speeding down the busy streets. As I predicted, vehicles were following me. I increased the speed going over three hundred miles per hour and gave my pursuers a significant gap. My Chiron was made for speed but I could not maintain that speed for two too due to the tires. With one hand still on the steering wheel, I pulled out my phone from the glove compartment and activated it.

I say into the phone. “Already on it.” “Expand to twenty.” “Sir, that’s—” “Do it.” “Yes, sir.” The car turns sharply onto a main road. Traffic. Too slow. “Faster.” “We’re at maximum speed—” “Then break it.” A pause. Then the driver pushes harder. The car surges forward. Good. Because hesitation— is not an option anymore. “Sir,” my assistant cuts in again. “We’ve found something.” My focus sharpens instantly.

I nod slowly, trying to hide the blush that was creeping up my neck. "Can we go now?" He ask and I nod in response. "Well sit tight, it's gonna be a fast ride, don't say I didn't warn you this time" he smiles and I adjust myself properly. Without another word, the car bolts forward and it's not that fast. I begin to wonder what he meant by fast ride. My question is being answered when we get to the express road, the speed increases times 1000.

Stone a year ago. "Damn it," Curtis growled and hung up the phone. He stepped hard on the gas pedal, driving the car at top speed. The expensive Bugatti raced through the bustling traffic like a released arrow, astonishingly fast.

Without further ado, Julien hurriedly turned around, ran back to his car, and drove off. Seeing that Julien got a head start, Cayden angrily pounded the steering wheel, quickly started the engine, and chased after Julien. Behind them, the three vehicles loaded with bodyguards followed. The speed limit of this road was 100 kilometers per hour. Julien broke the regulation, drove at 150 kilometers per hour, and continued to accelerate. The max speed of his sports car was around 400 kilometers per hour. As long as it didn't exceed his kinetic vision, he could keep accelerating.

It feels like I'm being ripped away from her every damn time I do this, but the pain is inevitable. On the highway, I'm going past the speed limit, but I still notice the line of black, identical cars following me. I press the gas, aiming to avoid them, but as I swerve into another route; there's a roadblock ahead. I slam the break at the last minute.

Jacob laughs as he bends down, looking in through the open back window. Driving like a bat out of hell is an expression I remember my dad using when we went into human towns. He would often curse the reckless youngsters driving at breakneck speeds. Oh, if only he could see me now. I easily shift between gears, lurching the cobalt blue beast into the next tier of speed. GPS is saying 25 minutes. But speed limits are just a suggestion in a werewolf’s mind. I’m also highly competitive and when it says twenty-five minutes, that just means it’s actually going to be ten. Which still feels like too long and isn't that much faster than running.