Racing Hearts Book Novels & Stories

I gripped her face, forcing her gaze into mine. “You’re wrong. You’re worth more than you’ll ever know. Don't ever say that again." Her lips trembled, and then she breathed out the one truth she’d buried, the one thing she clung to in silence. “…But there’s one thing I know I love.” I tensed, my heart hammering. “What is it, Nyx?” Her eyes flickered,burning with a fire I hadn’t seen in her before. “Racing.” The word cracked the air between us, My chest clenched— memories of roaring engines, illegal tracks, blood debts won and lost. And now, this girl, this fragile storm in my arms… her passion was a blade aimed straight at me.

I told him and he ran to her. I plugged in my earphones and started to jog in a different direction to give those love birds some space. It was very difficult to move on from that fateful tragedy. I tried different things to keep my mind away from those dreadful memories and eventually jogging helped me. So now I have started to rely on it. No one in my family talks to me about that night except Bhai and my two best friends. The rest of my family thinks that not talking about it will make me forget about it but that's not the case. I don't want to hurt them that's why only Bhai, Adya and Aditi know about me still having those nightmares. Oh, I forgot to tell you guys, Aditi is my other best

Here is a sneak peek of what to expect in BOOK TWO, HERAT OF THE HEARTLESS. Eros and Cassandra battled with mistrust from their past, an unexpected new enemy arose, and new complications threatened to push them apart. Will they find their way back to love and fight this enemy or will the forces of these complications push them apart? Find out in Book 2 of the Heartless series.

The Rancher's Heart Copyright © InamorataFeels 2022 This novel is a work of fiction. Names and characters are the product of the author’s imagination and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental Blurb: Looking to get over a betrayal and layoff, Everest Prue Camara goes to the small town of Lucerne-Alpane County to find recluse, and hopefully, discover a new passion. When fate puts her up as a neighbour with a single father, Everest is determined to not fall for the handsome rancher. Especially not when his six-year-old had wormed her way up her heart already.

His icy voice sent jolts of shivers down her spine, how many and how much lie she'll have to utter to get away with one truth. Next morning... Daksh adjusted his foot on the gas pedal, tightly gripping the steering as his hooded gaze was anchored on the man holding a checkered flag in his hand standing on the track, the adrenaline pumping elevating his heart rhythm as he was doing the burn out, his tires emitting a dense smoke shielding the view of the racing track.

It was already there. ┊ ┊ ┊ ⋆ ┊ ┊ ★⋆ ┊ ◦ ★⋆ ┊ . ˚ ˚★ Hello lovely readers, If you're here, that means you not only love supernatural things like I do but you love the act of love too. I'm sure smokin hot alphas make a good selling point for most stories. Thank you from the bottom of my heart for deciding to read my first book, Awakening the Feral! Whatever made you decide to pick it up, I hope the writing has now since convinced you to stay a while.

The earth itself felt like it was holding its breath. Laila sat in the front passenger seat, her gray eyes fixed on the massive, dark silhouette of the volcano that loomed through the gray morning mist. The ring of silver fire around her irises was pulsing with a slow, rhythmic intensity that matched the internal vibration of the three European Hearts in her soul. She could feel the fourth engine the Eastern Heart buried deep beneath the volcanic roots of the peak. It was loud, chaotic, and erratic, its frequency a frantic, metallic clicking that sounded like a million iron gears grinding against each other without any oil.

Indigo. The crowd was roaring around me, hooting and the purring of engines filled the airㅡbut somehow it felt like my heartbeat drowned out the others. Bile crawled up in my throat and my palms felt sweaty. This was the last round of the race and my heart had been in my throat for the last two rounds. His car was already dented the last time I saw itㅡHow would he make it through the final round? When he already had a damaged vehicle?

Maybe this really was what I needed. I managed a small smile at him and then shifted my gaze to the racing ground. By now the racers had lined up by the edge of the track, each wearing different shirts with different names—obviously representing their clubs. The track stretched out before us like a horizon, filled with deadly obstacles just like the one in Blackmoore and my heart raced just looking at it. To think Jettison had raced here countless times just to raise money to start a company it couldn’t have been easy.

Once she had it in her hand, she sent it flying across the dinning hall, making it plant right into his chest, where his heart should be. ((Hello, readers! I'm writing a new book, "The Kings' Human. Please check my page @at_imagination on i*******m or Author AT_Imagination on F******k for more information. The book is in a competition and I will be needing all your support. Thank you.))