Sugar Rush Game Racing Novels & Stories

While most people were busy freaking out, two stepped forward—chill and confident. They said they were mages. Seasoned pro in the game. They gave us the rundown: We were stuck in a horror game. Everyone here? Already dead IRL. The castle had thirty floors. Each floor had its own monster—or monsters. The higher you climbed, the scarier they got. Clear all thirty floors, hit the legendary 9,999 points, and you get a second shot at life. Bonus? A cash prize so massive, you'd never have to work again.

“Fine. You can borrow it. What weird food? I haven’t eaten anything weird.” Marissa looks at the plate on my desk. “Is that a hot dog wrapped in cheese that you’re dipping in ranch?” “Maybe. But that’s not weird.” “Oh, no, not at all. In fact, I got one from that food truck down the street, uh, never ago.” “All right. It’s weird. But I’m finally starting to get my appetite back.” I subconsciously wrap my fingers around my left wrist, making a face. “Yes! Another thing to yell at you about.”

The exhilaration of the rush curse through my veins, igniting a fire within me that burn hotter with every passing second. The scenery race by in a blur of colors, a kaleidoscope of motion and speed. My mind becoming one with the Lamborghini, calculating every turn, anticipating every shift in weight, and navigating the twists and turns with precision and finesse. There is no time for doubt or hesitation – only pure instinct and a hunger for victory.

"This game is called 'Make My Heart Race'." There are two chairs with a small round table in the middle. Each side had a paper and in front of the set up is a TV screen showing white background that is divided into two. What caught my attention was the long table where there are pies. And I'm guessing it's for punishment. The other table is a set of delicious meals and desserts which I'm guessing is the reward.

Essence said giddy with excitement, as she looked right into Jazz's eyes. “UH, LET'S NOT GET TOO HAPPY YOU WILL NOT BE SHOOTING ANY STUDENTS DURING THIS COMPETITION !” The announcer said, looking at Essence and Kymoni whose eyes lost their excitement from earlier. “What kinda bullshit is this then, friend he is real life trying to suck the fun outta this game.” Essence said, looking sad as Jazz smiled in satisfaction. OK FOLKS WHAT YOU HAVE IN FRONT OF YOU ARE SAND GUNS. FOR THIS GAME, THE MACHINES YOU HAVE NEXT TO YOU WILL SHOOT THE SAND PLATES INTO THE AIR AND YOU WILL AIM AND SHOOT. YOU WILL HAVE FIVE CHANCES, TO SHOOT THE SAND PLATES FROM THE AIR. IF YOU HIT THE SAND PLATE THAT WILL SPI

He praises me, planting a soft kiss on my forehead. Then our attention shifts to Edward and Mia. As her punishment ends, Edward kisses her passionately, gripping her hair. Alexander rises from the sofa as Edward parts from Mia’s lips. “Stand beside Mia.” Alexander instructs me, and I comply with his command. “Now, it’s time for the second game,” He declares as he stands before me. “Yes! The second game is the Pleasurable Race.” Edward announces, revealing the game’s name. “In this game, there will be a race between you two, with vibrating balls on.” Alexander explains, a mischievous smirk playing on his face.

I was hard again down there. Damn! "The money, it's too much. I don't need it anymore. The Russian was paid, I was supposed to be done with this sugar thing. But you're too fucking sexy to resist." I grab her neck and pulled her back for the kiss, she peeled her lips from mine moments later.

He rose his eyebrows at me in warning. "Don't push me right now, baby. I already know what room I would lock you in" he continued and I looked at him in surprise. "You wouldn't dare" I gasped. "Try me" he bit back. I glared at him for a moment and suddenly his lips were on mine. This kiss wasn't sweet or soft in any way. It was like a war with lips and tongues. It left me breathless and I had to pull away to gasp for air. That didn't stop him though and he continued to kiss and nip up and down my neck. I couldn't stop the moan from escaping my lips as he did.

Playing the same racing game as some defunct twelve-year-old somewhere whose mother wanted to pawn him off on games so she could fuck her boyfriend in peace. If only they knew the life that was headed straight for them, full speed ahead. “Earth to Clint. You there, man?” Roy’s voice ripped me from my trance and my eyes fell against the projection screen. Shit, the race had started and I was still hanging out at the starting line. I sighed as I peeled away from the flashing lights, racing around some random city with some random obstacles and some random cars chasing after us. I cut through the town, running some cars over trying to get into first place. I lost myself in the mindless momentum

I asked and nobody said anything, only one girl with huge glasses raised her hand. “I…I have something to say, sir.” She said in a quiet voice. “Go on.” “The game ‘candy rush’ isn’t just like any other game, Mr Dante. Once you get to a certain level, you need to unlock some other things to make you pass the levels ahead.” She said nervously pushing her glass close to her face. “If I’m getting you right, you mean one of the team can be able to help the users unlock the other things you talk about, right?” I asked, praying it was right. I couldn’t afford to lose this time to Trevor.