Speedwriter Novels & Stories

I’m impressed. “ Let’s time it.” I read Speed saying. Ratchet presses a few keys and a stopwatch pops up in the corner of the screen. I see his finger hover over a button as he watches the track. When Speed is directly in front of us Ratchet hits the button and Speed takes off like a rocket. I swear she is back in front of us before I can blink. I look over at the stopwatch and see it has stopped at one hundred and twenty-five seconds. Ratchet types “ That is at one hundred and twenty miles per hour.” Holy fuck she is going that fast already. I see Ratchet reset the stopwatch. “ Speed’s words come across the screen “ Let’s see if we can do better.” Do better is she fucking kidding right now?

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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.

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.

"We're running out of time here" "Oh you're here. This ride right here runs 250mph per hour, and isn't up to 45kg. it's fast and has no weight. The perfect ride for his journey" Damien loved automobiles, reminding myself of the times he normally compared his speed as a werewolf with the speed of a fast car. I guess that was how he learnt to run without getting tired. "It's good that you've got a vast knowledge on automobiles, if you don't drive, I would drive myself and let you be guarded here in this office until I'm back"

Hence by the twentieth minute, I was as jittery as ants on a hot stove. “Can this thing go any faster?” I finally blurted, my impatience clear as day. And the driver scoffed incredulously. “We’re going at 350 miles per hour, babe—it’s like the fastest any land vehicle can go.” “Don’t call me ‘babe’,” I snapped, “and if this was the fastest, why am I not home yet?” He glanced at me suspiciously then turned back to the road ahead. “You do realise that your place is a drive away from the city.”

“You are not here to love me. You are here to set me free. Do not forget that.” He was cursed for a thousand years. She was betrayed in a single night. Ivy was born glowing, otherworldly blue hair, glowing eyes, and a destiny too big for her fragile heart. Once cherished as the savior of her pack, she was brutally betrayed, rejected by the very alpha she loved... and left for dead. But death didn’t claim her. He did. Damon Blackfang. The cursed Lycan King. A beast feared by nations. A god in wolf’s skin. Silent. Brutal. Deadly. Bound by invisible chains that only a true mate can break. He never wanted love. He only wanted freedom. And she? She wanted revenge. Bound by proph

He made an illegal-looking U-turn and sped off in the opposite direction of where we had been. We maneuvered through the night, skillfully navigating the late-night traffic. Eventually, we pulled into the line of cars at the drive-thru, but there were only two vehicles ahead of us, so we reached the front quickly. I placed the order and paid with my money. Hayden's cold gaze met mine, making me shiver. I placed the food on my lap and rolled up the window. He drove away and merged back onto the main road, accelerating once more. "So, where are we going?" I asked, leaning back and looking at him.

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.

"I didn't expect them to run it this fast." "Does the speed concern you?" "No," I said, setting my glass down finally, taking a slow sip. "Speed means momentum. Momentum means nobody has time to fact-check before it's already everywhere." "Smart." "I told you, I think everything through." The broadcast cut to a split screen, Keshera's network headshot on one side, blurred stills from the service hallway photo on the other, a chyron scrolling beneath both images with a headline I'd personally helped craft two days earlier.