Typing Games Car Racing Novels & Stories

Wesley said with a mischievous grin. "Follow me." I glanced at Julian, who reassured me through a mind-link. So, we followed the two vampires, Wesley and Ashton, to what they called the race track, which turned out to be a winding mountain road outside the bar. "The rules are simple. Whoever passes this bend first wins. We have two cars here. You and Ashton will randomly pick a car key, and whichever key you get is your car," Wesley explained, pointing to the two cars. When we reached the front, we found both cars were old and battered. The blue one was missing a door and seats, while the red one seemed intact on the outside. However, when I took the driver's seat, I realized it lacked brake

Before he got into the car, he glanced at me, his eyes slitting over to Jackson in what I thought looked like anger and jealousy. Despite myself, I was rooting for him. He was my childhood best friend after all. I didn't want him to lose. But, I also lowkey hoped he wasn't good enough to race Jackson in the coming races. William won. The next game after that was between two people I didn't pay attention to. Jackson raced after them. It was a breeze. Despite the underhanded tricks that the other racer did, Jackson won. But he was almost hurt in the process. There were a couple of other races involving Speedy and William. They both won them. As well as one other Tierry. The last four racers we

He sat on the living room floor next to Carter, and they both held plastic video game controllers. "You cannot just steal my car during a street race," Miller complained loudly to Carter. He mashed the buttons on his controller in frustration. "That is cheating, and you know it." Carter just laughed and kept his eyes focused on the television screen. "It is not cheating if the game allows me to hijack your vehicle, Miller. You just need to drive faster."

One of the officers looked at me and said with a frown, “For intentional destruction of private property, you’ll need to come with us.” I smiled calmly and pulled out a document. “Destruction of private property? I never did that.” Then, I looked directly at Liam, making myself clear. “The car is mine.” Amidst the chaos, I opened the original purchase order and payment record for the vehicle in front of the camera. “Take a good look,” I said. “The car belongs to me. What’s the problem with smashing my car?” Even the police seemed stunned by the situation. They immediately contacted the manufacturer to verify ownership. Once it was confirmed, the way everyone looked at us changed.

I said, squeezing the bear to my chest. Next, we headed to a racing game, where we sat in mock race car seats with vibrating controllers in hand. Tristan leaned forward, his little fingers gripping the steering wheel tightly as the race began. Andrew and I played alongside him, the three of us competing for first place. Andrew was surprisingly good, his car zooming past mine in the final lap. Tristan, however, was relentless, laughing as he beat us both in the end. “I win! I win!” he chanted, bouncing in his seat.

“Ok, I am setting everything up as we are speaking.” "Ok, give me just a few minutes to lose this guy and I will be back on the plan." “Sure thing. Be careful.” Smirking, I took a left turn then a right turn. This guy was good…okay…let’s see how good he is then. Shifting the stick in a lower gear, the engine roared as the car ran faster. Switching the stick like a pro car racer, we glided through the streets, around cars as the case was intense between us.

Cole's PoV Wednesday 16th January 2019 ************************************* "Did you really think you'd beat me?" Laughs Lacey as her car passes the finish line 2 seconds before mine does. I hate playing car games on my Xbox with her, she's scarily competitive and will cheat if she has to. That's how I ended up with my controller thrown across the room when I passed her on the track. "You cheated!" I yell and pin her to the bed, my hands holding onto her wrists.

Why else would the penalty be “a mutt of a driver?” Javier instantly agreed. “Sure. If you want to shake you *ss so badly, let’s do it.” It was just throwing away some money. A game he had played during his childhood. He thought that it would be a good way to reminisce about his childhood fun. Two cars—a Mercedes-Benz G63 and a Mustang 5.0T—zoomed toward the real estate agency with their engines roaring. They competed against each other to be in the lead. Javier was leading far ahead with his 2.6 ton 4.0T Mercedes-Benz G63 using his brilliant driving skills.

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 managed to avoid some, but many hit my tires. My friends are really annoying sometimes; they don't know how to play fair. Thankfully, I'm always prepared. I quickly took out my dagger and opened the window of my car. I targeted the wheel of Ryker's car in front, and boom, three daggers hit it, causing its speed to decrease. In fact, my speed was faster now. All of our cars had significant damage, so the race wasn't as fast-paced anymore, and my tire was close to getting flat. Logan, Keenan, and Van were already out; it seems their cars got heavily damaged.