Novel & Cerita Racing Hearts Book

Their wedding had been a legendary affair, attended by every notable figure in the city. Whispers erupted around them at once. Matthew tightened his grip on Danielle's waist and frowned. "Ms. Landry, you're not needed here. Go back to the office." Meghan ran off in tears under the judgmental glares of the guests. Matthew gave Danielle a gentle kiss on her forehead and guided her to their seats, but she could clearly sense his irritation. As several items went under the hammer, his gaze drifted, and his leg bounced restlessly beneath the table. When the gem known as Radiant Heart appeared, Matthew raised his paddle and placed an aggressive bid. He then stood up to excuse himself. "Danielle, I

Outside the window, the city lights blurred, and I understood, with cold certainty, that the real fight hadn't happened in that boardroom at all. It hadn't even started yet.

Against his chest, I spoke, “It’s not your fault.” For now, I just wanted to calm myself. My heart was still pounding so fast, as if it might burst out earlier. And in the silence, I realized I could hear a heartbeat—loud and strong. I tilted my head to the right, and at that moment I could feel Raven’s heartbeat racing so fast. Amazing. I didn’t expect Raven’s heartbeat to be just as wild as mine. I couldn’t believe he would react like this, considering how calm he usually was. Biting my lip, I figured maybe it was because he was used to his heart racing during competitions, so he could handle it well.

Amaia sincerely stated. "You asked me awhile ago what am I doing here... Well, let me answer that question as well. You see, I want to give this book to the woman who has been on my mind and my heart for the passed two years. I want to make her fall in love with me for real, and not just for reel." Kei explained, while giving the book to Amaia. Amaia gasped softly when she read the title of the book. "My Girl, Amaia."

I heard Mother whisper pleadingly to Marco and Ricardo as I walked to my study. I met Silas briefly. And then here I was—on the racing street, wearing the racing suit, gloves, and helmet. Racing. I loved racing. It was the only thing that cleared my head. I had to act fast—just like I drove. The three engines roared. We exchanged glances through the car windows. Then I raised my hand to start. We drove side by side, shadowing each other through every turn. That’s exactly how we lived our lives—three demons tearing through the road together.

HAZEL My heart races like a wild horse as I find myself trapped in a nightmare come to life. Alpha Hunter looms over me, his presence suffocating, his intentions dark and sinister. Every single thing in me screams to run, to fight, but his grip on my arm is like an iron vice, holding me in place against the cold, unforgiving wall.

Anything. Her fingers grasped a small, forgotten journal. She threw it across the room, the pages fluttering like wounded birds. Moments after she threw it, a forgotten memory resurfaced, and her head snapped to where the book landed–just in front of the door. She rushed to pick it up as a fresh wave of memories crashed down upon her. Her fingers slowly grazed over the cover, nostalgia settling in. A small, strained sigh escaped her lips as she tentatively opened the book.

Gilbert tensed up, and my heart skipped a beat. There was a crystal sneaker hanging from the chain. It was supposed to be a pair, but I lost it at the riverside that night. I tried to search for it, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't find the other shoe. Gilbert jerked his head up. Before I could say anything, he darted out of my house, and he almost staggered on the way. That was defeating. I plopped down on my couch as the world around me started to crash and burn.

Fights popped up, but irrespective of it all, we learned to manage our differences and compromised so we could meet at the same angle and understand one each other better. SEQUEL There is a sequel for this book. It will feature Alex and Tife's, kids. It is going to be a celebrity love between the star and the manager. The blurb has not been written but you should grab popcorn and soda and wait for my brake light. By the power invested in me as an author, I now draw down the curtains and give a vote of thanks. THE END.

I said and they left. As soon they left I was scared. It was all so beautiful when I planned it in my head but why my heart is beating so fast when I am actually going to do it? *****