Typing Game Car Race Novels & Stories

There would be no way that our paths would cross again ever. My mind was still preoccupied when I heard the sound of a car approaching the mechanic station. I was here at the car racing game where Charie assigned me as the team leader. There was no reason for that car racer to drop by here, unless, his engine failed. For car racers, losing this kind of battle was a total nightmare. Poor him, he already lost the race.

Jason asked, “Yes, but we won't be using cash. The winner takes the loser's ride, it'll be a fun fact to have this in my garage.” Mario placed his hands on the bonnet of Jason's car. “There's something I like about you, you're proud. Well, your pride goes before your fall. Let's race.” Everyone listened to his words through the mask. “Are you sure you wanna do this Jason?” Carrillo asked, pacing around the car to meet Jason.

It was the only way for me to win this race. I didn't stop my car as I hit nearer to the RF on the floor, I opened my door causing a gush of wind to hit my face but I ignored it, using only one hand to drive as I hit close to the RF, bending to pick it off, immediately I made a turn to avoid a construction truck ahead, but I scratched against it leaving a dent in my car. My back ached at that but I continued driving leaving the RF on my laps, it still had bullets in it. I saw the blue car ahead and immediately put my window down before shooting a bullet at it. Leaving a loud bang in it's release.

'They'll keep tailing us if I don't get rid of the cars behind us, but to have Vicky puke in my car... That's the one thing I can't put up with,' Tyler thought and decided to end the car race as soon as possible. He shifted gear and stepped hard on the accelerator to speed up. The two cars behind were bracing for impact when Tyler suddenly drove off, and they instantly lost control before crashing into each other. Boom! Following a deafening noise, the cars combusted in flame and exploded.

On the contrary, because the vehicle was made of ice-cold steel, once it operated incorrectly, it wouldn't be different. Humans might die in an instant. Therefore, in the competition between cars, it might seem that the car was running. In fact, he was the one who decided the outcome. Only the racing car itself. Bang! Bang! A turn suddenly appeared not far away. Yang Xiao and Car God reacted almost at the same time. So both of them stepped on the brakes at the same time and turned the steering wheel off. The two of them were operating at almost the same time. What was even more terrifying was that even the degree of movement was the same.

Coach and Carson, who were still there, also watched. Intervening? Impossible. That's Yogie and Grace's business. After all, they are only competing in car racing, not fighting. No one is allowed to interfere. The two racers' cars were parked perfectly at the starting line. Yogie and Grace have finished getting ready to go to the racing arena. "So how many rounds do you want to compete in?" Yogie asked, fixing his gloves. He asked without even looking at Grace. "One round is enough for me," answered Grace very lightly. Without hearing Yogie's reply, she immediately got into her car. Starting the car engine loud enough made the man beside her just shake his head.

The engine sounded smooth and strong. "His car is like a big, heavy hammer," she said to Simon, her voice calm. "It's made for going fast in a straight line. But the mountain road is twisty and narrow. It's a job for a small, sharp knife. This car is like a knife," she muttered, her lips curling up. The race was one trip up the mountain and back down. The first car to cross a painted white line on the ground would win. A crowd of people watched. They were all betting on Charlie's big, loud car to win.

I strolled back to meet him when I noticed he wasn't following and didn't plan to, I whispered into his ears with an evil smirk, “Help me get the perfect car and I promise you when I win, I'll have a taste of your dick and check it out if it's more than 3 inches” “It is!” He spat and I shrugged. “I won't know until I see it, pretty boy. Now, help me get a good car” I ordered before making my way to where the cars are kept. I was going to buy a new car just because of a day's car race. This is so exciting!

He didn't brake when he should have; instead, he dove deep into the corner, his car clipping the rear bumper of one of the other racers, sending the car spinning wildly toward the gravel trap. "Dirty bastard!" Tyson roared, slamming his fist onto the railing. But Talay wasn't finished. As he emerged from the turn, he lunged toward Coal, attempting to squeeze him against the outer wall. It was a classic T-Zone move—intimidation through physical contact. Coal, however, was the captain for a reason. He didn't flinch. He held his line with a surgical steadiness, forcing Talay to veer off or risk a massive collision.

All she needed was an excuse to claim what she secretly craved. And he was going to give it to her. "Let's make this a little more interesting," Cedric said, "How about whoever loses the race has to do a shot." "Wait," Felicia said, "You want to play Mario Kart, the drinking game?" "It does sound like fun," Melvin said. "Fine," Felicia said and flopped down on the lounge chair next to the couch, "Best of four races. Whoever loses gets a shot." Melvin took his usual character, Yoshi. Then Cedric and Collins chose Link and Princess Peach, respectively. Finally, Felicia took her favorite racer: Donkey Kong.