Racing Hearts By Gianna Mga Nobela at Kwento

0 – Emotional exposure – One admits growing feelings, tension mixed with vulnerability. 59. Rainy Balcony – Heated exchange – A balcony encounter during a storm leads to intimate contact and mutual temptation. 60. Library Nights – Quiet passion – Alone among shelves, lingering kisses and soft touches ignite hidden desire. 61. Unexpected Sleepover – Bodies close, hearts closer – Accidental shared sleeping arrangements increase intimacy and tension. 62. Late-Night Tease – Flirting escalates – Teasing texts and stolen touches drive them both wild. 63. Conflicted Hearts – Pride vs. passion – Both struggle with admitting attraction while maintaining rivalry.

But those who had helped him get here. And who no longer needed to touch him. Because they didn't have to. He was carrying himself now. The hallway before the ring was cool, dim, heavy with a dull, pulsing anticipation. The rubber floor swallowed every step in silence, yet it seemed like every step under Lennox Graves' soles echoed—not outside, but within. His heart didn't beat faster. But harder. Each thump was a command to his body: this is the minute. The arena doors opened slowly ahead of them.

Not hearing anything, she carefully opened the door just a crack to make sure there was nothing to hear over the pounding of her own heart. Once she confirmed that the coast was indeed clear, Gianna pushed back her wolf and stepped quietly into the hallway. Making sure that the door was covered, she quickly made her way back to their rooms. Peaking around the last corner, Gianna was relieved to see that no one was in the hallway. Good, she thought to herself, they have not had a shift change yet. Gianna quickly sprinted to the door and closed it softly behind her and leaned against the door for a moment to try to slow the rapid beating of her heart. She wasn’t out of shape by any means, she

She felt Raven's heartbeat near her ear. His heartbeat was racing a bit faster than usual, which was understandable given the chaos around them. Gia placed her free hand over his heart, gently stroking it, trying to coax it to a calmer rhythm. "Haze..." Raven seemed like he wanted to say something, but he held back, merely letting out a quiet sigh. With that sigh, Gia noticed Raven's heartbeat had accelerated even more. She tightened her embrace, trying to find another way to calm him down. However, his heartbeat continued to tumultuously race.

Gianna's POV My heart wouldn't stop pounding. The sound of it filled my ears, drowning out everything else until all I could hear was that frantic rhythm beating against my ribs like it was trying to break free. I'd done what Dante told me. I'd pressed myself to the floor of that car with my cheek against the cold leather and listened to doors opening, shoes hitting pavement, the sound of men repositioning themselves around us like a chessboard. I sucked in a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves.

CATERINA My biggest nightmare is taking place right before my eyes. I can't get my feet or body to move fast enough as I frantically throw myself between them again, shielding Gianni's body with my own. I immediately notice the splotch of blood on his shirt and follow the trail oozing from his split lip, then his nose and the cut above his eye. He's bleeding. The memory of racing through that basement while Gianni was bleeding out makes my heart race painfully, pumping adrenaline throughout my body.

My heart skipped a beat, my tears moist right then. I dropped to a crouch and held him, pressing my ear against his chest again. I could hear his heartbeat, thumping powerfully through his thin shirt. It was such a familiar sensation. It was Stan's heartbeat. As I closed my eyes, my tears flowed ever so quietly. We stayed like that for a while, and as I wiped my tears, I held Nathan firmly in my arms once more. "Please live a good life with Stan's heart." - Nathan walked with me to the gates of the orphanage, but I never once turned to look at him again.

Ellie chased after Gianna, relentlessly. “Anna, stop running, slow down." Suddenly, Ellie eyes widened in horror. “Anna. Look out, there's a car…” By the time Gianna reacted, it was already too late. She had run out onto the main road and a speeding car was racing towards her. For a moment, Gianna wanted to get hit by the car. She felt too tired. Too drained. She couldn’t understand the purpose of her life anymore. Just in the nick of time, she felt herself being pushed away by a huge hands.

“What the fuck are you talking about? Missing?” Camilla, standing beside me, gently tried to pry my hand from Tray’s collar, placing a soothing hand on my back. “Marco, calm down. Everyone’s watching. Let’s go inside and talk to Tray, okay?” Her voice, always a source of comfort, only intensified the anxiety building inside me. I shook her off, dragging Tray away from the dance floor. “What the hell happened to Gianna? Why the hell would she board a ferry to London? How the hell could a girl with a heart condition escape from your watch, Tray?”

Despite how much I attempt to stop the flow, my heart feels like an open wound that won't stop bleeding. My mind was bombarded with memories of everything that had taken place between Gianna and me in the form of a vivid flashback. My thoughts were all over the place, and I couldn't put my finger on what was making me so anxious. It's possible that it was because my nerves were all frazzled and wound up tight. Gianna and I struck a deal, and I will carry and deliver her child in exchange for payment.