Sugar Rush Game Racing Novels & Stories

VOLUME ONE: RUSH Rush: A form of gameplay that relies on speed and surprise warfare to win. It would be impossible for today to get any shittier. I woke up late and had to skip a shower — something not recommended for my dark brown, naturally wavy hair. Day two at my new job included a jammed copy machine, spilled coffee, and a forgotten lunch. I am not a happy person when I haven't eaten all day. As the new girl, I don't even have a friend to bum cash for the vending machine.

“You don’t cum until we’re parked.” Kyle swallowed hard, foot easing off the accelerator as they merged onto the highway. Traffic was light but steady, headlights flashing past in both directions. Mia slid lower in her seat, angling herself so she could take him deeper. She swallowed him to the root this time, nose pressed to his zipper, throat convulsing around the head.

I headed to the library's exit while Zeeve tails behind my back. When we arrived at the field, we were greeted by soccer players who were hard at work practicing. I observed a man with sea rover blue eyes who was dripping with sweat as the sun kissed his sunburnt skin. When he kicked the ball, it went straight into the opposing goal, and I couldn't help but notice his dominant presence. Damn! I could never have imagined that I would come across a man as hot as this simply by kicking the ball around. Ade, you're serious? Has it slipped your mind that Zeeve is attractive even when he's merely walking around?

I was drinking my juice when Rachel asked the most insensitive questions of all. “So did you had sex already?” She asked, making me choke on the juice I was drinking.

They were his allies in this game, and together, they would execute the plan flawlessly. Little did Horacio know that he was walking into a carefully orchestrated trap. Max had meticulously planned every move, every conversation, to manipulate him and expose his true colors. It was a game of psychological warfare, and Max was determined to emerge as the victor. The night wore on, and Max's mind buzzed with anticipation. The stage was set, and the battle had begun. He would navigate through the intricate twists and turns of this revenge, leaving Horacio shattered in his wake. With a renewed sense of purpose, Max raised his beer and proposed a toast to friendship and loyalty. His friends clink

He paused, his eyes gleaming with an absurd type of happiness. “There’s an underground racing event. A private track. It’s called ‘Furious Tracks.’ The best drivers, the fastest cars. No rules. Pure adrenaline. It’s a place where even the most powerful men shed their titles and become... primal. No suits. No pretenses. Just speed and the sheer will to win. My kind of heaven.”

“I’m about to take them on a fun ride.” He grabbed Riley securely as I floored the accelerator. The car jerked forward—fast enough to punch hunger into gravity’s stomach. I veered into the racing grounds where a few stubborn maniacs were still loitering—shouting and cheering like chaos was a sport. The Red Bulls, already in cuffs, gritted their teeth as we shot through. The car understood me. Every button responded like a personal assistant wired into my brain. Dust clouds exploded behind us like smoke bombs.

The hustle and bustle of the city was at its peak as the day approached noon. The streets were packed with people going on their own businesses. Along the busy streets of Plymouth city, there was a popular quaint corner pub. There were few people scattered in the pub having lunch and talking in hushed voice. The bartender/barkeep was wiping down the counter, while the casier was close to dozing off. There were two barman and barmaid serving the customers. There was a door beside the bar that led to the kitchen section of the pub. The kitchen was empty save for one person absentmindedly looking out of the only window in the small room. Eloisa was one of the two cooks of the Axe Star pub. The

Standing behind her, I bend over her, shielding her while I whisper into her ear. "Honey, your smashing ass is on full display for everyone here and they are sure enjoying the view. Are you now going to explain to me, what the fuck is going on here?" "Good, as long as they are focused on my ass, they are distracted and they will underestimate me. At least those who don't know me. I'm a driver Dean, a street racer. I drive illegal 1/4 mile races." "You mean, like in the Fast and Furious?" "Yes exactly like that, only that we don't end up stealing or chasing other gangsters," she chuckles full heartedly.

After all, jumping from window to window would be a lot faster than going down and up a flight of stairs. There were two games that Zen knew were good options to train his running skills. The first was a straightforward reflex runner game called Maze Runner. He had to collect speed boosts in the game to complete the maze level and avoid running into walls as he ran. The second game was a personal favourite. It was an obstacle running competition against an artificial intelligence opponent. While the game did not have many in-game elements, the controls and special animation effects were what made the game so thrilling. It was called Street Sprinter.