Javon Walton Race Novels & Stories

But after watching for a bit and listening to the commentator, they learned that car number 38, driven by CC, and a couple of other racers were the favorites to win. Dalton's phone rang shortly after she departed. Kelvin was the one. "Today is off for York. Kelvin said, "Want to hang out?"Dalton had an idea. "Sure, but how about we skip the bar this time and do something new?" Intrigued, Kelvin stood up. "What are you thinking of?" Dalton suggested. "Let's go watch a race tonight." "Racing event, you say?" Kelvin asked, clearly intrigued. "Count me in!" Dalton went to dinner with York Watson and Kelvin after determining where Vesta would be practicing that night. After dinner, they all got i

"Brittany, as you can see, I ...... am not as good as John at racing, and I am afraid I will lose even more later. If I have an accident later, please visit my parents and tell them I love them. "You're not allowed to say things like that." "But ...... Kourtney suddenly asked, "What time are you on?" "Next." Kourtney looked toward the track. That man, the same racer who had falsely accused her of using a banned substance earlier that year - Vincent. Andy said that Vincent had changed his name after coming to the U.S. and gotten a face-lift. But she recognized him just by looking at his eyes. "Let me help you later." Kourtney suddenly said.

“They look; I look back. They get ideas, I make them reconsider.” Jaxon nodded, but the tension in his shoulders didn’t ease. “She goes home after Maddox’s race.” “That’s not—” I started, but Ronan appeared beside us, cutting me off with his presence alone. “The race is starting,” he said, nodding toward the track where riders were taking their positions. “We can talk about everything else later.” Maddox was at the starting line, ready to begin.

"Mr. Ezzo, we have our own stables too! The quality of our horses is top-notch. In fact, we bred and trained horse No. 8 in this race! Isn't eight a pretty good number?" Preston knew that he would score points with Cornelius and gain respect in the company if he managed to bag this lucrative collaboration with Jesselton Incorporated. If he secured the win, it would be easier for him to counter Landon's influence. To him, Landon was a good-for-nothing who should be wasting away his life with Lauren instead of meddling with company affairs. Except for Winston, the other three men were at war. Jasper whispered in Alyssa's ear, "Lyse, Uncle Winston is pretty composed, isn't he? He doesn't even b

Jake said confidently. Winston picked up the fruit basket from the table and was about to throw it at Jake. Jake laughed a couple of times and said, "Whoa, whoa! Just kidding, just kidding! He came with me." "Watching a race is something best done with a buddy. It's not as fun watching alone, right, Nolan?" Jake asked the racer, whose name was Nolan Carter. The man nodded. "Indeed. The race tonight is definitely worth watching. Seven will be coming today, so you all should just wait and see!"

And only the strongest could win! His feet became sore, but he forced himself to run, ‘I don't wanna lose!’ Sadly for Trenton Vaillant, he didn't realize that in life, nothing was forever and nothing he could do but accept it. As Noah Cheong reached the finish line, the track referee waved the racer flag to signal everyone that for the first time in so many years, the Horton pack had finally won the race. *** While looking down, as the captain of his team, Trenton apologized for losing the race, “Father… I am sorry…”

"Why are these two from Vastwave Corp racing? Where's the CEO of Vastwave Corp?" Reyna stepped forward and explained with a sigh, "Mr. Waller, it's like this. My husband insisted on racing against the athlete I hired. I've tried to talk him out of it, but he just wouldn't give up." Owen's gaze shifted to Reyna. He paused for a moment, then replied, "Ah, I see." His reaction was incredibly hard to read. He didn't let on whether he was pleased or not and remained noncommittal about the private race.

[Walter: Where are you all at?] [Caden: I'm tearing up the track at Sunlit Heights. Don't you dare come and ruin my fun. If she's not Mrs. Walter Gordon, I'm shooting my shot with both these ladies.] [Walter: You're really going for it, huh?] Jordan, who was really Caden in disguise, could easily pass for some carefree youth. His family was high-profile, and they would flip if they knew he was risking his neck in races. They would rather see him confined to a wheelchair than reduced to ashes in an urn.

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.”