Sugar Rush Vanellope Car Novels & Stories

Her fingers are long and her nails are covered in nude nail polish, making her look shiny and plump. Unlike Shen Chan's gentle temperament, she drives like a chicken. The sapphire blue sports car is like a runaway wild horse, driving forward quickly, "hissing" a few times, and the body is twisted directly into an S shape. An Taotao tugged tightly on the seatbelt, and her whole heart felt like it was on a roller coaster ride. She was under tension and seemed like she could jump out at any moment. "Miss Chan, can you slow down?" An Taotao turned pale, and the strong wind blowing in from the open roof blew her long hair around like a female ghost in a TV series.

"I would like a large drink with 204 pumps of cinnamon syrup, 52 pumps of hazelnut, 23 pumps of classic syrup, 69 pumps of sugar-free caramel syrup, 15 pumps of sugar-free vanilla, 40 pumps of vanilla, 38 pumps of caramel syrup, 75 pumps of almond syrup, 88 pumps of sugar-free hazelnut syrup, and 1 pump of peppermint syrup. Please and thank you!" She picked up her cup, took a sip, and grinned. "May I have a lid, please?" she smacked her lips, satisfied. "That’s better." Seth, amused, raised his own cup. "Make that two. I want one of those, Dad laughs." Charlene snorted. "We’re going to be high on sugar!" "OMG!" she heard ReNew’s voice, almost startling her out of her skin. "I see you’ve alre

Chapter 78: OLIVE's POV Below us, two cars pulled up to the starting line. The first car was candy apple red with black racing stripes that gleamed under the lights. The other was electric teal, almost neon. They looked like mechanical destroyers ready to rip the track apart. "See those cars?" Zane's voice was ht against my ears, his lips dragging across my neck in a way that made my entire body clench with anticipation. "Red or teal. Pick one."

Similar to honey in taste and viscosity, Vanadine knew this was actually condensed tree sap and stuffed handfuls into his mouth, the back of his jaws stinging with the intense sweetness. You’ve become like an animal. His mind said as he spat out bits of twig and leaf before shoving another gobbet in. I need this before I’m too exhausted to do anything. Can’t rescue Carine if I’m worn out. He thought as he sat back, resting on the far wall. Sipping at the water, a long, loud belch ripped from his throat and satisfaction washed over him, soothing and calming. The almost pure sugar he had gobbled made him feel almost instantly better but Vanadine knew he would have to find something more substa

Vihaan came out and her eyes fell on him, “ See peanuts! Your father is coming and what he has in his hands, our favourite Raspberry flavoured ice cream. OH! HE IS SO CUTE WITH HIS NEW LOOK. KIDDOS! BUT MUMMY IS JEALOUS, THOSE GIRLS ARE STARING AT YOUR FATHER. THEY HAVE SUCH BAD EYES, HUNH!” Inside the car she was talking to her unborn children and giggling while Vihaan casually took steps towards her and in a blink of an eye one truck tractor, which was carrying a liquid trailer, just flipped and hit with Vihaan's car and it's all liquid flushed into and on his car. All were so sudden and horrible that vihaan froze at his spot. His car disappeared in front of his eyes.

His voice growled as he spoke, “Now go.” “You have always been so greedy, Maverick. Your father said I should help you break her in and show you that a leopard never changes her spots. She would enjoy it.” Mistuhide’s cousin said right before Maverick’s fist connected to his face. The crack that filled the hallway was loud enough to be heard in the larger room where the people were still. “Are you okay?” Maverick said as he looked at Scar, who was watching everything. “I am fine, Mav. You got here before anything could happen.” She said as he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her tight to him.

Now off to bug the other Miller. “ Tara, are you having a good time today?" Mila inquired of her sister, who enthusiastically nodded while happily munching on cotton candy. Mila and her friends had a great time riding rides and eating a variety of foods. “Hey, bitches,” Khalil said as he approached them. “Language, Khalil," Mila prompted. “ How much sugar has she had? ” Jake asked, watching the toddler behave all giddy. “ Umm...” “ She has a sugar rush, Mila!” he scolded.

I couldn't see any of my family inside the store so I hurried back to the car. As I stepped up into the van, I paused with one leg inside and the other still on the ground as I saw Evan already sitting in our spot. If he hadn't had a large cup in each hand, I would have assumed he hadn't left the car. I was also aware that in this position my skirt was riding up to what would normally be considered a dangerous height--especially without any tights on--but rather than getting embarrassed, it just made me even more excited. My eyes moved to his, curious to see if he was looking, but it was hard to tell. "Got you a slushy," he said, holding out a cup filled with red shaved ice. "Thought it migh

The look on his face has me melting "I love you too, Ber. Goodnight" A/N: Let's play a small game. Who would you kiss, hug, slap, kill or marry among Strawberry, Chocolate, Cream, Caramel, Vanilla and Doctor Sweet?

He braced for it. "I don't have any points," she said, the words clipped and final. He didn't ask why. He just ducked his head, accessing his mental interface with trembling focus. He scrolled, the phantom shop interface glowing in his vision. "There's... this." His voice held a note of desperate hope. He materialized a small, wrapped candy in his palm. "It's called 'The Gardener's Wrath.' A candy infused with rage. Add a catalyst, and it... makes a big boom."