Drifting Into Her

Drifting Into Her

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Wealthy, naive, and sheltered. Cyra Hawke always had things handed to her on a silver platter. She spent most of her life trying to uphold her family's legacy and image. When the pressure gets too intense for her, she finds herself fleeing to the underground world of street racing, a place where racers thrive on adrenaline and freedom. The only thing that counts is how fast you can drive and how well you can survive. Well known in the street racing world, Rune Vanderwood, Cyra's old high school crush who is nearly unrecognizable. The laidback and quiet girl Cyra once knew had become the confident, competitive, and edge-running racer. Rune isn't in it just for the thrill. She's racing to support her mother and little sister. When privilege meets persistence, old feelings mixed with new tensions. As Cyra gets deeper into the street racing scene, she is forced to discover what she wants. Freedom or Rune.
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"I do have something in mind, actually." The words were certain and very clear. Celine leaned back against the couch, her smirk softening into something darker, quieter. "Well then," She said, voice smooth enough to make my spine tingle, "Come show me." My breath caught before I could even think. The room seemed to hum around us-the low buzz of the liquor, the faint rustle of the robe against my skin, her eyes following me as she'd already decided what was going to happen next. Something in my chest fluttered-or maybe it flipped. The words weren't loud, but they pulled at me anyway like a command wrapped in velvet. I hesitated, barely. Then the hesitation melted away, the same way the liquor did earlier. My body moved before my mind caught up, slow and deliberate 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘴, drawn to her like gravity wasn't a choice. 𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓 Monét was never one to follow rules, that word seemed unknown to her knowledge. Monét was a troublemaker, it ran in her blood-well half of her blood. Her father being the chief of the police, the rule follower, yet he made an exception for his daughter always running to her rescue when needed. Monét was also the type to get what she wants, so when she sees this older lawyer-you can guess what she wants. And she intends to get it, stopping at nothing. She wouldn't let anything stop her, not age, not her issues, not her father, not a judge. Nothing would stop her from getting what she wanted.

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