Racing Hearts By Gianna Novels & Stories

Gianna Lynn is 5'3 in height, slim, and alabaster white with brown eyes and coffee-brown hair that she loves dying green. She's an excellent friend of Caitrona from Sicily who newly moved to Milan for her new job. Gianna frowns. “You scared me. So what exactly happened? How did you fall?” she folds her arm to her chest. Who else could it be? It indeed those devils, I will undoubtedly settle this score with them. But I should not tell Gina for the time being, or else she will worry. She thought.

Where does that leave me? I’m so deep in my own self-deprecating thoughts, that I don’t even notice my name being called until I eventually hear it. I turn around to see Gianna running up behind me; she’s a gorgeous petite Italian woman with bright blue eyes and thick raven locks. A sick thought settles in my stomach that she’s the submissive type Maxim likes - then a stab of jealousy enters my heart. “Hey,” she says with a sweet smile as she approaches me. “Are you okay?”

“You will go nowhere alone, not even the girls’ bathroom.” She gave up trying to get out of it quickly. It was something I admired about her. She weighed her options and made a plan that she stuck with. It was Gia’s eyes looking at me now and not whatever character she needed to get her through this meeting. Now her eyes looked haunted. Her words changed what I thought I saw. “I won’t fall in love with you, Alessandro Brambilla, but you might fall in love with me, so guard your heart.” “Il mio tesoro, you should know by now, I don’t have a heart. I’ll see you at school.”

It broke my heart seeing that, after Collins died I was hoping I would be able to make more friends in this pack but it seemed I might never be able to make one. “I am done,” I told Daniel as soon as he raised his eyes at me. “Yeah, come on.” Daniel held my hand and we went out together. I could hear his mate fuming behind me, I knew she wanted to tear my head apart but she would rather not get hurt since she knew what I did to Gianna. “Why did Gianna think she can challenge me though?” I asked as we walked to the racing center. “She is angry, she acts very stupid many times and I have warned her several times,” Daniel replied, walking to the front still holding my hand which I wasn't even p

Hale. The latter didn’t reach over and stayed on the ground. Gianna eyed me in the crowd and I blinked my eyes. She appeared nervous. Gianna had been a part of the pack, but not entirely. She didn’t take part in the bleeding ritual. She couldn’t connect with any of us via mind-link. She was learning. I didn’t know what had been going through her brain. I blinked at her. I assured her. She was going to do her best. She had to. She was a brave girl. Our eyes met and she smiled her best smile sparkling her set of white teeth. I recalled Ashton’s words. She indeed appeared chubbier.

“I can’t. Mr. Carter wouldn’t be too happy about this.” “Oh, fuck James Carter!” she spat suddenly, her voice sharp. “He doesn’t want me anyway. I want you, Atlan.” And then, with one slow motion, she unclasped her bra. It slid off, her breasts spilling free as she arched toward him, daring him. “Fuck,” Atlan muttered, jerking his head away, his gaze fixed firmly on the wall. “I’ll call you tomorrow, Lila. Just… be safe.” His voice cracked, raw with strain.

Whoever it was knew the terrain, slipping between blind corners like water. Cass cursed under her breath. “They’re not running away,” she said, realizing it was too late. “They’re leading us.” Leo’s eyes snapped to hers. The truth hung between them, chilling. She didn’t wait for orders—she vaulted from the rooftop fire escape, boots slamming against metal, the chase tearing through her blood. Leo was right behind her, the rhythm of pursuit echoing off the concrete. Sirens wailed faintly in the distance, swallowed by the city. Cass turned a corner—and froze.

She was wearing a short satin nightwear. Like she had no care in the world. Like nothing mattered. Her eyes landed on me instantly and then, she smiled. A slow, knowing smile. She lifted her hand. Waved and winked. My chest tightened so suddenly, it hurt. Everything around me felt like it was collapsing. Again. Luca stepped beside me. He had seen everything. “Come on,” he said quietly. I didn’t argue. I couldn’t. I let him guide me to the car. My body felt numb and heavy. Like I wasn’t fully there anymore.

We have to work to survive and we must uphold our names because that's all we have. No one understands that more than Rae Carter. Rae Carter is a twenty-eight-year-old black woman living in a small town in the state of New Jersey. Right now she is running her mother's gas station. Her mother left the gas station to her in her will. Her mother passed away in June. Since her mom has passed, Rae literally eats, sleeps, and breathes work. She doesn't care about anything else.

Bang! The starting gun fired. Elio's modified Maserati shot off the line like an uncaged black beast. He barely slowed for the corners, its tires screaming against the pavement in a shrill cry that pierced the entire tunnel. His driving was just as I remembered from when he'd pursued me: wild and commanding, every overtake a gamble with death itself. On the final lap, the car nearly went airborne as it tore across the finish line in first place. The underground racetrack erupted in a deafening roar of shouts and whistles.