ava_the_booklover
They say you never forget the sound of impact.
They're right.
It's not the screech or the crash that sticks - it's the silence right after. The kind where you realize what's gone, and that it's never coming back.
That's the sound that's followed me ever since the night my parents pushed me out of the way of a speeding car and didn't make it themselves.
I was fifteen. Old enough to remember everything, young enough to think it would stop hurting.
Spoiler: it doesn't.
I didn't cry. I didn't scream. I just packed a bag, took what cash I could find, and left before my aunt and uncle could ruin what was left of me.
I made it to Europe. I learned how to vanish.
And somehow, I found a hurt dog in a back alley - a Belgian Malinois with a limp, a snarl, and eyes that looked way too much like mine. I called him Viper, because he bit the first person who tried to pet him.
We've been a team ever since.
Now, people know the name E. Moreau.
They think it's a boy - some prodigy with nerves of steel.
They're wrong on both counts.
I'm not fearless.
I'm just fast.
And I'm not running from the past.
I'm racing it.
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Sixteen-year-old Ava Gene doesn't exist anymore. Not after the crash, not after her parents, and definitely not after her coach-"Coach Jay"-turned out to be Jos Verstappen.
Now she races under a fake name, hides behind sunglasses, and avoids the two people who unknowingly sit at the heart of her past: Max Verstappen and Charles Leclerc.
Except fate's got a sense of humor.
Because when she's caught sneaking around a Monaco café, both drivers accidentally take her in - and suddenly Ava's world collides with theirs.
She's sarcastic. She's stubborn. She's got a dog smarter than most adults.
And she's hiding the kind of anger that makes her dangerous behind the wheel.
But secrets don't stay buried forever.
(NEWSFLASH: Guys I don't own the characters except for Ava (MY SISTER CHOOSE THE NAME NOT ME) Also for you crazy ppl learn that this ISNT REAL LIFE THIS IS MADE UP)