Racing Hearts Book Novels & Stories

“I wanted this book, the one on the heart of magic and I got here first… “Did you now?”, Heather asked, twirling her hair around her fingers. “Yes you see I did and this…” Raisel took this as her cue to leave, with the book of course. “Fury!”, she screamed as she got to him and untied him, “You’re going on the fastest ride of your life yet”, she mounted him and flipped the reins, “Go! She saw the surprised look on the faces of Dragomir just before she rode away. Heather’s was more horror than surprise. She didn’t blame her however anyone will look like that if they had just lost the only book on the heart of magic.

The vehicles lined up, engines roaring with power, their drivers eager to prove their mettl Eva, fueled by her newfound determination and the thirst for Damien's flesh, saw the race as an opportunity—a chance to escape the confines of her cage and unleash her true nature. She plotted her move, awaiting the perfect moment when chaos and confusion would reig As the flag dropped, signaling the start of the race, the vehicles surged forward, tearing through the forest like wild beasts. The spectators watched in awe as the drivers skillfully navigated the treacherous terrain, their hearts pounding with excitemen

(Song: Hunted by Egypt Central) The racing of my heart has my blood coursing loudly through my veins. The hum deafens me to the shouting bodies and playful banter. Black spots blind me to everything else besides my friends who wave and holler at my approach. Their attention is just short of a billboard and big flashing red arrow pointing down at me.

Then I woke up,Gasping Sweating. Panting like I had run miles. The room was dark. Quiet. Still. But my heart… My heart was racing wildly, recklessly, dangerously. I pressed my hand against my chest, trying to calm the storm inside me. What was happening to me? To be continued *****

I hoped the silence that followed would be enough to make Sean drop the subject, but knowing him, I doubted it. “Look into your heart,” he said, his voice uncharacteristically sincere. “If racing means enough to you, you’ll find a way past whatever’s holding you back. No matter what it is.” I didn’t reply. I couldn’t. I leaned my head back against the cool wall, staring up at the flickering fluorescent lights above. My heart beat heavily in my chest, each thud echoing with questions I didn’t have answers to. Racing. The thought alone sent a shiver through me—not of fear, but of longing. I remembered the rush of the engine roaring under me, the blur of neon lights on the track, the way the wo

he said, leaning back against the leather seat with an apologetic look. "Oh... okay." I gasped for the fresh air flooding in, my mind a complete mess. Only when my breathing had steadied did he hand me a bottle of water. His eyes were focused and clear, without a hint of prying or control. He looked at me, his voice low but reassuring. "Racing is about enjoying absolute freedom, not driving yourself into the ground." "If you're not ready, we can just sit here and enjoy the breeze." His words were a warm current breaking through ice, a stark contrast to Vito's careless indifference.

~Agathe~ [Flashback, fifteen years ago] I tried to calm my racing heart by tapping my chest a few times and taking a deep breath. I almost got caught! But, why is my heart racing so much? Perhaps, my heart was racing from the pain of witnessing the wild boars being killed by my father and his comrades. Perhaps, it was beating fast out of nervousness because some strangers had appeared, and they seemed very intimidating. “A pleasant morning. I am Clermont Silvestri, current chief executive officer of Silvestri Group of Companies.” I heard someone say in a deep, scary voice.

"It's a good thing you won't be able to see your mate again, and it's also good for her. She'll be free of the pain you've caused her everyday." I then shifted and ripped out his throat, before I began clawing at his chest till I got to his heart. I shifted back as I ripped it out of his chest. I bowed my head down at the deck. "Protect his mate and may he get what he deserves in hell." I muttered, before I sat back up and took a bite out of his heart. I was still eating it, when Marlowe and the rest of the crew came back with crates. I could smell blood coming from one. Pigs blood. I ate the last of the heart and stood up.

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Asher knew he'd probably hate it, but if it meant he would gain access to the royal family to get favors for Grandfather Robert, then he would do it. Anyway, since tonight was the fourth racing of the season, Asher and the members of his racing team had just arrived on the outskirts of the city, their headlights brightening up the dark. The other race team were hosting so they had to use this abandoned road with cracked asphalt. Asher slid his car into place after a few tight circles that had smoking drifting from his tires. His engine purred beautifully and Asher pulsed with adrenaline. The gathered crowd roared his name and the rush Asher got...nothing in this life could ever give him that