Typing Games Car Racing Novels & Stories

" they asked, eager for any activity I might suggest. "Let's do something different. No war or shooter games." Nodding in agreement, they quickly set up a cartoon racing game. As we got lost in the game, our competitive spirit grew. Missy walked in during one of our races, smiling as she observed the scene before taking a seat to watch us play. Soon after, Cassy joined. We were immersed in this simple joy for at least an hour, the outside world and its troubles momentarily forgotten.

Cursing under my breath, I pressed the accelerator as the engines started and my car moved forward. Carlo was very skilled with the wheel, and even with a velocity of one hundred twenty degrees, I was not catching up, or maybe I was still too distracted to hit the brakes properly. We were to run around a sectioned tiled road with burning short metal tanks as delineators. "Come on, step on it!" I heard Ronnie yell at Carlo, who was clearly overjoyed to have the heads-up; winning this would result in a large sum of money. Even though I was spoiled and wealthy, racing allowed me to earn my own money.

With Adrenaline gushing through my veins, I walk up to Leo at the finish line, and I say "You and me." His eyes widens "You sure pretty, don't wanna wreck your car." I stare at the crowd, the racers getting ready, I'm sure. "You chicken or something?" I smirk. His stare darkens and he says "Game On." I walk to my car, I feel everyone's gaze on me. I turn to Leo and I smirk "Game Fucking On.", and away we race. My hands firmly on the steering wheel, my feet on the accelerator pedal. _ you cheated on me.

She ordered and I agreed. Well, I don't wanna disturb her by the sound made by dribbling it, or maybe I could hit her with it if I'm gonna disobey her. So, a racing mobile game is my secondary preference. --- As I have lost twice in a car racing game on my phone, I took a deep breath as I just can't focus. I am distracted by her presence. I just can't help but steal glances at her. I really love her thinking face. She is just so cute. And, damn, I could stare at her my whole life.

So much for a coordinated attack. Kids screaming not knowing what to do. I run in and take out my gun and shoot a wolf in the head that has john pinned. John looks over and nods in thanks and pushes the wolf off him. I shoot a few more wolves I don't recognise and every one of them drop. Wolfsbane laced bullets. A werewolves kryptonite. As I'm going around shooting when I need, I turn around just in time to see my mother's head being torn from her body.

I was momentarily confused, but Tyler's response helped it make sense. "What do you want to play?" he asked curiously. "We can do the racing game if you want, Kate," Ryder offered, glancing over at me, probably remembering that my gaming history was abysmal. "Or maybe Tekken or something? It's a fighting game," he explained, glancing over at me to give me a little context seeing as the name didn't do it any favours. They both looked at me, waiting for me to make the final call. "Uh... Let's try Tekken then, I guess," I suggested with a shrug, knowing that no matter what I chose, there was no doubt they were going to be better at it than me.

I fed tokens into a racing sim, the joystick slick under my palms, but my focus was not on the game. Every rev of the virtual engine pulled me back to Leon's imagined thrusts, the way he'd claim that stranger without a second thought. Was he doing it now? Some anonymous hole to fill while I was here? The thought made my cock twitch, half-hard in my joggers. I was suddenly filled with anger again and I slammed the joystick, crashing my car on-screen and making Jax chuckle softly. “Do you want to try the shooters? It’s better for blowing off steam.”

But God knows it wasn't my time to die yet. “Asshole!” I growled through gritted teeth, jerking the wheel back under control. The racer who hit me veered off, laughing. He was laughing when I almost died back there? I was pissed. My knuckles were turning white on the wheel, my jaw clenched so tight it ached. He wanted to play dirty? Fine. Let’s play. I eased off the gas just a little, pretending the car was so damaged I could only manage a slow crawl. The crowd’s cheers turned into confused murmurs. The silver car up ahead slowed down too, smug bastard. I expected that. He was taunting me now, cruising ahead just a few meters from the finish line, throwing on a little show. He even swerved s

From time to time, he also noticed traces of bullets passing through their car. “I will drive,” Tyr said. “Okay.” The two exchanged glances. Then, Neil unfastened his safety belt and flipped to the back seat of the car. He was as flexible as a monkey. Within the same time it took Neil to flip over, Tyr also flipped towards the driver’s seat. The car was out of control for a second, but Tyr immediately grabbed the steering wheel when he sat down. He slammed his foot down on the accelerator. A car that tried to intercept them from the front of the road was forcefully knocked aside by Tyr. He then put his extremely high level racing skills to use, it was as if he was possessed by the god of rac

— ۩ Each lap will contain different obstacles you must navigate — Lap 1: Doom of Spikes, Lap 2: The Gauntlet, Lap 3: Deadly Drop, Lap 4: Cliffhanger, Lap 5: Undertow, and lastly Lap 6: The Finish Line — ۩ Racers may use any legal driving maneuver to gain an advantage. This includes blocking, drafting, and passing other racers. You are allowed to collide with and sabotage the other racers to slow them down. The racetrack is not wide enough for multiple cars to drive side by side, so crashing is inevitable. But, no weapons of players, and any kind are allowed. Only your driving skills, strategy, and car can help you win the race.