Wreck It Ralph Racing の小説・ストーリー

Someone appeared in the doorway. It was Nate. He had one hand pressed to his stomach like he had been laughing all the way down the hall. Kylan and I pulled away from each other and both shot him a questioning look at the same time. “I just got the worst news,” Nate said, catching his breath. “We are screwed.” “Huh?” I lifted a single brow. “Cassian just told me that Rochwall told him that the first part of the race is going to be run on two legs,” he informed us. “The second half is for the wolves.”

She show him her middle finger as her hands are covered in white gloves adding a good contrast to her red race gear, before pulling the windows up. He clench his teeth angrily turning on his own car engine. “lets see who will win this race”, he tells himself. “Ofcourse me, as always”, he tell back mentally smirking. Jack: so all the racers on your marks, three.... two.... one.....go! A loud gunshot make cassandra press her leg on accelerator making her car dash forward cutting air. She saw black Lamborghini just beside her catching speed. Not in a mood of losing she press more on the accelerator as now her car is in lead.

3901 W 6th St. The drive to the restaurant was dull. The young pale driver was pretty good at his job seeing as he had noticed my dull mood and had tried to engage me in several discussions. The one about the new Marvel movie 'Spiderman: Far from home'. We talked about our different views and argued mostly. He was a die-hard Marvel fan. He had no idea I was on the other team. DC forever punks!

Someone asked eagerly, "Nova, I heard you worked as a grid girl abroad. Tell us what that was like." Her excitement immediately grew. By the time I lowered my head to sip my tea, she had already moved from explaining race rules to talking about driving techniques, sounding completely at ease with the entire racing world. "You know what I love most about racetracks?" she said. "The adrenaline rush. And you get to meet so many incredible drivers." Her gaze drifted meaningfully toward Ryder, who had already turned his head toward her, his eyes full of warmth. She sighed in mock regret. "The only downside is how hard it is to get a racing license. I've tried several times and still haven't passe

“My brother’s an asshole, I know. I’m so sorry. You should totally avoid him. He’s never gonna commit to a relationship. All he does is screw around and break girls’ hearts. But I can tell that you are different. You are not gonna let him use you, right?” I nodded immediately. Whatever we have going on, this thing between us, was over. Arrogant Aston would never see between my thighs ever again. I am not going to become one of his sluts!!! “Come on, we need to prep for the race.” **** Giselle parked close to the tracks. I stepped out of the car, and landed into the Pine Creek racing world. Engines roared. Smoke curled into the air. The indistinct smell of burning rubber as tires screeched on

Anyone who could afford racing in the first place was never truly ordinary. It was just that the organizer had chosen to cling to Jasper instead. I didn’t want a trophy from a tainted competition like this, anyway. I let out a quiet laugh, tossed my cigarette away, and answered Grayson’s call. Before he could even comfort me, I spoke first. “I’m withdrawing from the race this time. And I’m switching to a new car.” The words had barely left my mouth when someone suddenly rushed in through the doorway and threw their arms tightly around me before Grayson could react.

The finish line grew larger in his vision, the specific, terrible math of three miles collapsing down into three seconds, two, the crowd noise swelling into something that filled the entire car, drowning out everything except the one voice he needed to hear. "Now," Ravyn said. "Go now. Hard left, hug the wall—" Dante wrenched the wheel. The car broke from the racing line with a violence that sent gravel and dust spraying from the outer edge of the track, the tires shrieking in protest as the entire vehicle shifted its weight in a way no sane driver would choose this close to a finish line. The crowd's roar spiked instantly, the specific electric surge of an audience watching something they d

Burnt rubber waft the air. The sound of tires screeching as they turned corners, racing past each other with fierce speed. Lucille pointed at the blue race car with the number thirteen on it the Lawes company logo plastered on the driver's door. "Wes is in third." She bounced Marvin on her lap. Excitement coursed through her when his car passed the second, taking it's place. Nina screamed for some reason. Everyone around them had their eyes on the racing cars screaming at their choices to speed up. "You know I love you Luce." Nina spoke over the loud noise of revving cars and yelling people. "But I don't understand why you let him in. Not to mention allowing him to stay." Lucille glanced at

"And gets to live." "Start!" A sonic boom shook the ground. The race was on. Vehicles roared. Dust exploded. "Go! Go! Go!" Jack yelled. Marcus slammed the gas. The Land Rover surged forward. Immediately, chaos erupted. To their left, a buggy equipped with a flamethrower torched a motorcycle. To their right, the Crocodile's monster truck was trying to ram them. "Marcus! Evasive maneuvers!" Marcus spun the wheel. They drifted across the salt flat, sand spraying over the windshield.

Jackson said as I left the door ajar. “Good luck, love,” I said, smiling softly. I closed the door and took a couple of steps back to give Jackson enough space to drive away. He started the engine, revving it and then driving to the starting line. We gathered near there, cheering. “The final race!” The MC yelled, earning screams and cheers from everyone. “Jack and Liam!” More cheers. “All bets have been closed. May the best Fast and Furious Street Racer win!!!!” People were clapping and screaming. A lot of the racers who had lost were still here, watching the game.