Racing Hearts By Gianna Novels & Stories

‘Gabriel, come, quick-quick. “What the hell? What happened?” I felt lightheaded as I moved towards her. “Did something happen to Gianna?” “No, shh, just follow me.” I followed Anna to where Rosa was standing outside the door to the home gym slash training room. As I got closer, I heard the strains of my song; Beauty Is A Dream. I looked over their heads to watch as Gianna floated around the room to the tune and knew that I’d never seen anything that beautiful in my life before.

I wanted to forget my name, forget my heartbreak, and just feel everything. Gianna stood up from the coffee table, her eyes locked onto mine as she slowly slid her cropped sweater over her head, tossing it onto the floor. Underneath, she was wearing a sheer lace bra that showed off her perfect, perky breasts. She reached down, unbuttoned her jeans, and slid them down her legs with a slow, agonizingly hot grace. "Owen," Gianna whispered, her voice shaking slightly with her own excitement. "Get her out of that shirt."

His look softened just as she met his gaze, lips curving into a boyish grin that sent heat rising up her neck, an infuriating reminder of his ability to unravel her with a single glance. Elena bared her teeth at him, causing a burst of healthy laughter from him. Her fingers gripped the wheel, knuckles white as she took in shallow, controlled breaths, forcing herself to focus. She couldn’t afford these slip-ups—not with the attack in Rome still haunting her and her every move under scrutiny from a faceless adversary. This was her fight, and she’d stay the course, no matter how many people tried to throw her off it.

I murmur, hiding my smile. She doesn’t reply, but her pounding heart speaks far louder than words. I’ve won this round. Zion 1 – Milena 1

But my eyes were locked on him. “She wasn’t registered,” the silver racer snapped again, still shaking. “We had rules and she wasn’t part of it. This whole thing is invalid—” “Shut up,” Dante said, not raising his voice but somehow making everyone flinch. “You want to talk about rules? You tried to run her off a cliff. You think that was by the book?” Marcelli, the man with the beard and beer belly, snorted. “That’s racing, Dante, and you know it. Dirty or not, it’s the game.”

Rosa corrected, grinning. Grayson muttered, “This house is pure chaos.” Elena chuckled and slipped her hand into his. *** At the gala, Ava Harrington glided across the room in crimson silk, her eyes narrowing the moment she saw them arrive together. “Well,” Ava purred. “Isn’t this… cozy.” Elena smiled. “Careful, Ava. You’ll cut yourself on all that envy.” Gasps filled the room and Ava’s smile faltered. Grayson leaned in, his lips brushing Elena’s ear. “I think I just fell in love with you all over again.”

As I opened the DP, immediately my heartbeat quickened; there was an excitement building up. It was her. Roshini. Her belly photo with a tempting piercing was her profile picture. My fingers itched, and the urge to caress her bare waist and play with her piercing crossed my mind. Gulping down my saliva, I focused on her text. Me: How did you get my number? I typed immediately. All the restlessness flew away as soon as her text came up. My mind went to her thoughts, our moments. Roshini: Umm..all thanks to corruption?

Mom returns to her seat all aflutter about her conversation with Meera, but I don’t get to hear the details because the race is beginning. I’m on the edge of my seat the entire time. I glance over to see Jenni with her hand to her mouth, her nails perfectly manicured. It’s a moment of vulnerability I don’t often see from her. Is she as nervous about winning as I am? Thunder has been on a winning streak, and I’m not excited to see that broken. Thunder and Valentine are neck and neck for the majority of the race, and my heart is pounding as I squish the program in my clutched fist.

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.

For everyone else, I was exactly who they thought I was, some untouchable Hayes heir, the lucky boy with all the wealth. But later that night, as I walked out into the New York night with Vanessa by my side, we planned to have a wild night together after the hectic day. I slid into the driver’s seat of my black Lamborghini sports car; the smirk faltered just for a second. The cameras didn’t catch that; they never do. My world never wants to see the cracks. They just want the glitter.