Speeding Up Never Go Novels & Stories

“Master, the main intersection is crowded. There are too many vehicles—” “I said faster, damn it!” “But if I increase the speed, we might hit someone—” “Then hit them! Run them all over for all I care, just get us home now!” The driver gasped but immediately floored the accelerator. The car surged forward like a wild racer in a crowd, ignoring the frantic honking of vehicles narrowly avoided. The car surged forward like a wild beast, ignoring the frantic honking of vehicles. Michael gripped his phone until his knuckles turned white, his eyes staring into the darkness with a murderous intensity.

I only knew what it meant. "Ah!" I couldn't help but screech when he accelerated way too much. I predict the speed is at the highest at around 210 miles per hour. But hey, he didn't discover the fire speed boost yet and I was thankful. I rarely used that feature, because for one, if I lost balance and hit something in that speed, I'd say hello to God. We reach the pack house and the fences open when they realise who the driver was. I slowly remove my hands from his body while sitting straight instead of leaning on him.

It seems worse the faster I go and as I reach the mountain's summit to the plateau, where it levels for a brief time before heading downhill. I decide maybe I should go easier on this thing. Something doesn’t feel right, and as I turn the corner to the parking spot where cars usually sit in daylight, going way too fast, I make the turn to bypass it, yet nothing happens.

14 Bodie’s wolf was surging in his mind, urging him to press harder on the gas pedal so they could be back at his place that much faster. Since Bodie was in agreement with the wolf, it was hard to control the urge, but he kept the speed to a reasonable level, only exceeding it by a couple of miles per hour. He was aware how Claire tensed up when she had to ride in a vehicle, and he was certain speeding wouldn’t do anything to help lessen her fears.

Or worse when he was helping with Sabine’s stalker and was in a car accident. “ No babe. Speed isn’t in any danger. I promise. We just make sure no one tampers with her gear or car. And to break up the occasional fight.” Goof told me. I turned to look at him while he drove me home. “ People actually tamper with Speed’s gear?” I asked. I couldn’t believe someone would do something like that. “ Definitely.” Goof said. Then he explained to me that some crappy drivers will do whatever they can to give themselves an advantage. Including cheating and tampering. Especially messing with the good driver’s gear or cars.

Getting up so early was no big deal when it meant having extra time to spend with Rave. She could barely keep her foot from pressing the gas pedal to the floor and seeing just how fast her little rented Ford Focus could go. She managed to restrain herself and keep her speed at seventy miles per hour, which kept her even with the few cars sharing the highway with her. The cost of a speeding ticket didn’t bother her—not when she was on her way to see Rave—but getting stopped by a cop would delay her trip, and that was not something she wanted to risk.

I had just barely laid down when Ryan sent me a voice message. "Clare needs a ride to Silverfang Club. Take her there." I frowned and replied impatiently, "Can't she get a ride herself?" It was the second time I had turned down one of his orders today. I could hear the irritation bubbling in his voice. "Can't you even do one small task?" Not wanting to argue, I gave in. Only then did he sound satisfied. "See? Was that so hard?"

It started moving slowly at first, and gradually hastened up when I pulled up on the busy street. I sped down the streets like nothing else mattered to me more than getting to the office as fast as possible. I ignored the road signs and traffic lights moving and overtaking just whenever I saw an opportunity to. My heart raced as fast as the vehicle did. I was not only late for work, I was also clueless about where Liam went.

Even though the car was going very fast, Adyatma couldn't wait to get to Aaron's house. "Can't you go any faster?" snapped Adyatma at his loyal follower. "Yes sir." Douglas stepped on the gas pedal deeper. The speed pointer moves significantly to the right. The man's hands swiftly rotate left and right when turning the steering wheel, passing the many vehicles that are also using the same highway.