Spy Racers Novels & Stories

Jackson said as I left the door ajar. “Good luck, love,” I said, smiling softly. I closed the door and took a couple of steps back to give Jackson enough space to drive away. He started the engine, revving it and then driving to the starting line. We gathered near there, cheering. “The final race!” The MC yelled, earning screams and cheers from everyone. “Jack and Liam!” More cheers. “All bets have been closed. May the best Fast and Furious Street Racer win!!!!” People were clapping and screaming. A lot of the racers who had lost were still here, watching the game.

The international racing tournament had officially begun, and the atmosphere was electric. Crowds packed the stands, the roar of engines filled the air, and the smell of burning rubber clung to the wind. Sierra Carter stood on the starting line, her mind focused, her heart steady, ready to prove that she was still the queen of the circuit. The sleek, high-performance car she’d spent countless hours tuning was now powered by cutting-edge tech, courtesy of Damian Cross’s company. The vehicle hummed with potential, but it was more than just the car that got her adrenaline pumping—it was the competition, the thrill, and the chance to cement her place as the top driver once again.

Their headlights blazed brights with their engines heavier, slower, built for something other than speed. My blood froze. Gasps tore through the crowd, then screams. The racers swerved violently, horns blaring, brakes shrieking. Matteo’s car barely dodged the first SUV that barreled into the lane. “Riccardo,” Marco hissed, half rising from his seat.

Audience, like us, were getting thrilled, most of them was too invested in their bets that they’re willing to spent hundred bucks or more for whoever nail the show. Later on, I noticed the crowd becoming wild as the racetrack was getting more and more intense, two of the participants were already out. Moments after, three dragsters also got disqualified. Only four has left and the familiar sports car was among them. The blue McLaren has been effortlessly getting my attention from time to time that I couldn’t move my eyes to watch the others. The on-going tension was bearable until only the two of them has left desperately chasing the finish line. It was all serious and a matter of survival,

If it's not hoodies with a loose tee and a wide leg pants or a cargo with chucks or sneakers. The tournament is very simple that ZOTICUS has set in order for every racer to have fun and enjoy while competing since it's a motor sport. Each team consist of 5 racers and each player should finish at least 2 laps as long as 10 laps were complete with the fastest time. SIDE NOTES: - Because Im fond of having unique names, i stumble at g****e for names with meanings, somw were a geek names for myhthology - * ZOTICUS ELE*

Some of the beasts only conveyed their emotions and instincts. “Something that we hadn’t discussed was how to get near him. He’ll be in the racer’s circle where only racers and the entourage can go. Normally, I would say to utilize your mate’s glamour skills, but These races attract supernaturals. Therefore, they have scanners in place that pick up on the spikes caused by use using our abilities,” he explained. Chris and I exchanged mirrored smirks. Fuck yes. Finally, our expertise would come in handy. Not our expertise of the supernatural world. A much more exciting one.

Summer was just around the corner. I worked out everyday to achieve the body goal that I wanted. Azy's wedding is getting near too so I had to maintain my figure. "Thrante's eager to get annulled with Sebastian," Mom stated during our dinner. "Your Tita Katherine is also supportive. I don't think they won't win against the Marcados. They've done it before against the Imperial. There's no way they won't do it again." "Do you think that is normal, Mommy? Will it bring a shame to both families if people will learn about the annulment?"

After hugging us and telling us to take care, they leave a short while later. Entering the living room again, the topic has already changed. Dayum and, of course, it's cars and illegal races they're all into. For a moment, I was worried Igor might spill something in front of Gale and Brent, as in their family, it's obviously not a secret. But I guess he understood that with Brent and Gale, things are different. "What about you, Baby Racer? When was your last race?" Our four best friends laugh hard about the pet name Igor has given me.

The wind whipped through the open windows, pulling at my hair, but I didn't care. All that mattered was the race. The track was treacherous, a winding stretch of excitement lined with towering cliff's and sharp turns that dared you to slow down. But slowing down wasn't an option. Not tonight The other racers were skilled, Thier sleek cars weaving through the course with calculated precision. I recognized a few of them. Snake's crew, notorious in the underground racing scene. They didn't care about the rule's, only the thrill of the chase and the promise of a big payout

He’s barely holding it together. “Race?” Harper calls, pulling up beside us. His eyes flick to my exposed legs, then to Aiden’s disheveled clothes. Suspicion flashes in his expression. To throw him off, I playfully shove his shoulder. “Hey, eyes up, Harper.” Aiden shoots him a grin, dangerous and sharp. “You got it. What are we racing for?” “Loser buys first round of drinks in Italy,” Harper replies, revving his bike. Italy? But I don’t get a chance to ask.