Racing Hearts By Gianna Novels & Stories

When he got into the car, he maneuvered the car and went at full speed. We almost hit some of the cars along us, but the bastard didn’t seem to mind what he’s doing. My heart went racing every time we almost hit a car. But, I didn’t let him know that I felt a little scared for my life.

It was all such a blur, but I knew we were running fast. I had to watch every single step I took. The area was all covered with woods and maybe traps. I did wish to get stuck into one, but who knew what Natalia would do if I did? So I just kept running. After a few minutes of running like hell, we get to the road which was highly populated because of a concert nearby. I look around, thinking if I should run away, but suddenly, Natalia placed the gun on my stomach.

“Don’t worry, Max. Everything is taken care of. Just enjoy your fame for now.” After ending the call, Gianna tossed her phone onto the bed. Her smile wasn’t as wide as before. She knew Max was nothing more than a profit-hungry coward, but she didn’t care. The storm had already been unleashed, and she would make sure Ashton Knight drowned in it, no matter the cost. ***

It's in my blood. We discuss more about some pack business but my mind is somewhere else. I can't help the niggling feeling that Gianna might meet her second chance mate during the full moon and she will leave me. The thought of losing her makes me feel like a cat is gnawing at my heart. I feel like someone has stabbed a knife through my chest. Anger threatens to consume me and Titan stirs in my mind. I don't know why thinking of Gianna meeting her mate upsets me.

Gianna turned around and struggled to let herself free. Then one of the other two suddenly threw his sword like a spear aiming at Gianna’s heart. Struggling to get rid of one killer, Gianna had to avoid that too. But she could not completely stop the sword from hurting her. It flew near her and ended up giving her right wrist a huge cut. “Ah…” Gianna screamed. Though she was training to be a warrior, that was the first time she faced a real enemy, someone who truly wanted to harm her. Shifting the dagger to her left hand, Gianna tried to fight with the assassins, but she suddenly fell down as a killer kicked her injured arm.

She has an exceptional beauty that I have always admired right from the very first day I saw her at the traffic. The moment she banged my car, she knocked my skull off with her banging fury. I wrote her off that day and assumed she was just some clout chaser seeking for attention, but to be honest, I couldn't get her image of my head for days. I tried everything I could to forget her, including sleeping with other girls but my brain processed the sex workers as Tife.

Alessio said. "By the way, are you two going to the race now? Or would you go straight to Italy?" I glared at Alessio who couldn't shut up. He grinned. Laila raised her brows and frowned, "Seriously Alessandro? Italy? Never care to bring that up? And a race?" She eyed Alessio then turned back at me grinning sadistically, "I'm in but I will be driving and I will forgive you for the Italy part." She winked. I grunted, "My race bambina not yours si. Pero, we will see." She grinned and hugged Alessio on the way out but whispered something to him that made him chuckle. I ignored them and headed straight for the exit.

Their blood still hot, their adrenaline spiked, but their hearts were steady and intertwined. They pulled back, foreheads resting together. “This,” Gianna whispered, “is what we’re fighting for.”

Anda whispered to him running to the track. " I heard you've been playing royalty lately..don't they lock you in a cage or something?"one of the racers asked. " What's that?I hear fear...let's race Gutsy and stop trying to get into each other's nerves.. goodluck,you're gonna need it"Anda smiled and pulled on her helmet getting on her motorcycle. " The rules still remain..do not tackle your opponent is..stay in lane and ...win"Baron said. " Okay babes..are you ready to get yourselves some real cash .on your marks..get ready"A beautiful girl in bikini raised the gun above her head and shot.

My steps hastened as I walked away my stilettos clicking sign at the marble floor, and I failed o notice the person approaching me. Suddenly,my body collided with a tall muscular figure,and the impact sent me to the ground my ass coming in contact with the flooring. The sound of shattering glass filled the air,followed my the smell of champagne and the gasped of guests my hands remained in the cold hard floor as tears of humiliation pricked my eyes. I lifted my gaze and my eyes met the piercing stare of non other than Kairos Morano,the host son and the richest bachelor in New York his piercing eyes met mine and he made me feel like he could see right through me.