Sugar Rush Game Racing 소설 & 이야기

"Compare her height, her shoulder-to-hip ratio, and her exact stride length against every file we have on Aria. I don't care if the voice doesn't match. I want to know if the bones do." Marcus looked startled, but he bowed his head instantly. "Right away, boss." The elevator doors slid shut, and as the machine carried me up to my empty, haunted palace, I gripped the obsidian mask until my knuckles turned white. If you are playing a game with me behind that carbon fiber, little bird, I thought, a dark, possessive fire igniting in my chest, you better pray I don't catch you. Because the moment I rip that mask off and find your eyes behind it, I am never letting you go again.

“ Are you okay ?” “ Yess…just a bit still flustered, but I will be fine. So, we have wolf hockey—it’s like normal hockey, just a little more brutal. There is a male and female team. There is Territory Racing. It’s like a group of wolves who race through forests, rivers, and cliffs.” She glanced at me. “ I don’t recommend this because only wolves that can shift are allowed. Same goes for Night Sprinting.” “ Which one can’t I join ?”

The sound of the hit echoed through the arcade, and people started turning, whispering, watching. Sebastian wiped his mouth, looking at the smear of blood on his thumb, then back at me with that infuriating half-smile. “Still got that temper, huh? I almost missed it.” His words came out lazy, teasing, but his eyes—his damn eyes—were daring me to swing again. “You think this is a fucking game?” I barked, shoving him back once more. The arcade machine behind him rattled with the impact. “What’s your problem, bro? What the fuck do you actually want from me, man?”

“Sorry, can I get you something to drink?” “Alcohol,” I jokingly muttered under my breath and his brows shot up. “Really?” It was my turn to raise my brows at him now because he sounded like he had alcohol and would be willing to offer it to me if I really wanted it. “I’ll just take juice.” “Okay. Karela or -”

Stephen asked, one eyebrow raised, like he didn’t quite buy it. “Dude, I’m a gamer,” I said, grabbing a spare controller from the coffee table. “Lemme in. I’ll show you how it’s done.” They hesitated, but Daniel finally tossed me a controller, and I joined the next race. The game was fast-paced, cars screeching around neon-lit tracks, and I leaned into it, my fingers flying over the buttons. I’d spent way too many nights in my apartment grinding through games like this, and it showed. I pulled off a perfect drift, chaining combos that had the score climbing, and when I crossed the finish line in first, the twins’ jaws dropped.

The scent of greasy pizza made my mouth water, but the chili cheese tots were what I was after, “I’ll get us a game card.” Finn stepped up behind me, his chest molding to my back as he leaned over, swiping his black card. I tilted my head at the same time that he looked down, “I was going to pay,” I whispered, making him grin. “My money is your money, love.” “In that case,” I grinned, not looking at the screen as I clicked the highest number of credits. A few minutes later, I was dragging Finn towards one of those car racing games. “Didn’t peg you for a nascar driver,” Finn dropped into the seat beside me, swiping the card for two player mode.

I drift off to sleep on the plane on the way back to Texas, only to awaken after having a very vivid dream or maybe I should say fantasy of Drake. I pour myself a drink and try to relax. I decided to change clothes and freshen up, just in case Drake met me at the airfield. Silly how I have to remind myself this is all just a game. I catch myself wanting him, wanting to please him, wanting to give myself to him. I have to remember that I want to hurt him, make him regret how he treated me. Lila, my wolf also reacts to Drake so strongly I constantly have to reign in. I continue to sip the burning alcohol that I am drinking, my excitement continues to grow at the thought of seeing Drake. Noth

Remy slung an arm around my shoulders. “Race you home, light queen.” Seras revved QUEENS 7. “Loser buys two slushies.” I kicked my board. Light flared under the wheels. We blurred. Three heartbeats. One crown. The valley breathed easy.

She asked. " with you?" " did you see anyone else in the court?" Truth be told, there wasn't anyone else, but I still couldn't believe she just asked me to play with her. " why? are you scared that I'll beat you?" She asked, peering at me. " of course not... You should be scared instead. " " hm. Okay, let's make it like this. The first person to hit a 20 get to buy the other person a soda."

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?