Speeding Up Never Go Novels & Stories

Feeling challenged made Grace increase her speed to catch up with the cars in front of her. "Oh my God! Grace!" Paul involuntarily shouted. Now the speed of Grace's car has touched 300 km/hour. Not only speed, he also shows Grace's driving skills here. He would not let his defeat the other day be repeated today. Only two cars left ahead. grace should be able to win the race this time. Who knows. Can it be called like that? After passing tense seconds, Grace was finally able to finish first. He has managed to beat all seven of his challenger cars.

she asked. Wow, even her voice is loud and scary. "No, miss, but it's urgent."

Angela never backs down from a challenge so she gave him what he desired. She leaned forward, bracing herself as she increased the speed and zoomed past the car. She was grinning like a fool. But she noticed a girl sitting in the passenger seat of that car, so she slowed down and let that dude win. Julian zoomed past her touching the top of his helmet and she slowed down. That was their code which meant cops ahead. The last thing she wanted was to be pulled over by cops.

Alarm bells rang in my head as the car continued its relentless speed. "Pardon me, could we slow down a bit? We're losing the others," I requested, a note of concern in my voice. The car’s speed, far exceeding Jethro's usual driving habits, filled me with unease. However, my request seemed to go unnoticed. It was as if he hadn't heard me at all. The car continued to speed along and suddenly changed direction at an intersection. This wasn't the way to the wedding venue, and at that moment, a sense of dread overwhelmed me.

“Don't stop.” He glanced at me through the rearview mirror. “That’s crazy. They'll pull us over.” “They won’t,” I said, in a firm tone. “Just go faster. Before the red sign comes up.” He floored the accelerator and the car's speed increased. I counted silently, waiting to see if he would fail. I knew he wouldn't. Five. Four. Three. Two…. one. And we flew just in time before the traffic light turned red. The cars behind us braked, honked and stayed motionless as we kept moving.

Katherine repeated rule number one to Cassandra, rolling her eyes dramatically at her friend. “Babe, I respect your rules and all, but you're going a nice 29mph. The speed limit is 65. Maybe you can push it up to 50,” Cheryl tried to reason with Cassandra. “Bomboclaat man!" (Fuck it!) Cassandra cussed. "Look like unu wah dead tonight. Alright, mek mi kill unu pussyclaat!" (Look like you guys want to die tonight. Ok, let me kill you fuckers then). Cassandra stepped on the gas, speeding up the Volvo down the narrow, desolate road. The roof of the car danced with spray. The murmuring of the rain could be heard through the window. It sounded like the buzzing of an angry swarm of bees.

He drove at a faster speed, trying to lose the car, but it also moved fast. “Why are you speeding?” Finally, she asked with a frown on her face. Mike chuckled, slowing down, “I’ve always wanted to try that speed rate. It feels amazing. Can I do it again?” She narrowed her eyes as if she knew something was wrong, but after a while, she nodded. Mike immediately stepped on it, driving them at a fast yet reasonable rate. It wasn’t until he saw the gate to his mansion and the security that he slowed down. There was no way a strange man would attack him in their presence.

I hop in and drove away. I step on the gas, running in almost 220-240 speed.

She looked scared sitting behind him. "ZOHAN IDIOT PLEASE SLOW DOWN" "I CAN'T SURI, THANKS TO YOU NOW WE HAVE ONLY FIVE MINUTES TO REACH" Both of them had to shout to talk because of his insane driving speed. "ZOHAN, PLEASE SLOW DOWN" "ONLY IF YOU SAY I LOVE YOU TO ME, " He said. "WHATT?" Suraiyya gasped. "YOU HEARD IT" He said accelerating. The speed now increased more than before.

Caleb is driving somewhere fast. From the outside, he looks very anxious. He keeps on wiping the sweat from his forehead. He looks in a hurry. His car speed is over 130km/ hour. He is hoping he isn't stopped by the police. He can't waste time. He wants to get there before it is too late. He doesn’t remember the last time he was this anxious. He was in a very important meeting when he saw the text. He got up and left the meeting without saying a single word. He doesn’t care right now about anything else. He just wants to get there.