Heartbreak On Ice

Reyna has one mission... And it is definitely not falling for the guy who ruined her best friend's life. Reyna Davidson is twenty and torn when her best friend, Varna Soni's heart gets broken by Grentwood's hockey-star-playboy, Evander Gabriel. His betrayal sparks a chain effect, driving Varna into drugs, and eventually, psychiatric hospitalization. Reyna, overtaken by grief and anger, sets her vengeful eyes on Evander. She transfers to Grentwood College, armed with one mission: Get close, make him fall, then crush his heart until it bleeds and he feels the pain Varna felt. But things take a dark turn when she starts to see cracks beneath Evander's perfect playboy mask. And she becomes the target of a psychopathic girl who is obsessed with him. With growing feelings, a mentally ill best friend, and the psychopath, Reyna is about to discover that there is more to her mission... than revenge.

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Chapter 2

REYNA

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EVANDER GABRIEL is kissing me!

Not figuratively. Literally!

And the worst part?

I think he knows exactly who I am.

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A few minutes ago...

The dormitory hallway buzzed with the sound of gossip, hushed yet loud enough to make my blood boil over with anger.

Two girls were huddled in a corner.

The shorter one whispered, "I heard Varna tried to seduce one of the professors to get him to boost her grades... but he rejected her, and that's why she dropped out."

The other girl burst into a ripple of cruel giggles.

I froze mid-step. My grip on my dorm key tightened until the metal edges dug into my palm, creating marks.

My hands shook. My heart squeezed into my ribs.

They didn't know her. Not the real her.

Not the girl who stayed up all night watching Gilmore Girls, the girl who loved paal cake to death.

And now they had reduced her to a filthy rumor?

By the time I reached my door, my chest burned with fury. I just wanted to get inside, slam it shut, and scream into my pillow.

But the key just wouldn't fit.

I shoved it again. And again. But each time, it scraped uselessly against the lock.

Then, out of nowhere, a deep, gravelly voice came from behind me:

"Funny..." he said, "...I've heard things about you."

I spun around.

Evander Gabriel stood there, hands in his hoodie pockets, hood shadowing that stupidly magnetic face.

My pulse jumped.

Did he know?

"Th... things?" My voice cracked. "What things?"

He gave me a lopsided smile, the kind that said he was holding cards I couldn't see.

"I won't tell," he murmured as he shook his hood off. "But on top of that, you're trying to break in now, sweetie."

The word "sweetie" landed in my stomach. Badly.

"What do you want?" I asked in a voice so steely, it could have ripped his charming face right off.

He grinned. "Aside from trying to get into my room..." His eyes skimmed over me, shameless. "...maybe your number."

My stomach twisted with disgust.

If he knew my real reason for being here and was still flirting, then he was trying to play me.

And if he didn't... then he was still the same snake who thrived on power games and using women.

For a flicker of a second, I saw Varna again, brown eyes sparkling, feet propped on the cafeteria chair, laughing so hard she snorted.

I blinked, and the image went away.

Evander's words registered fully in my head.

"Wait, you said your room?"

"Yes love."

"Don't call me that." I hissed, turned around, and tried to open the door, but it still wouldn't budge.

Suddenly, I felt warmth and big hands on mine. Evander's.

"Baby," he said, "...if you want us to move to the bedroom, I have the keys."

I snatched my hands away like his touch was a match that had burned to the tip.

A chuckle left his lips. Throaty and attractive, but for the monster he is.

He slipped a key into the lock and opened it in one clean turn.

"This is 32, my room. That," he said, pointing across the hall, "is 23, your room."

My eyes widened, realizing my mistake and worse, my fate.

A groan rose in my chest, eventually coming out as a mutter. "Great. They gave me the room directly across from you, of all people."

His smile dropped and his eyes narrowed. "You knew me before."

It wasn't a question. It was a statement that made my eyes go wide and my heart double over in my chest.

Shit. Slip up.

As quickly as I could, I cleared my throat, calmed my breathing, and looked him in the eye.

"Your reputation precedes you, Evander Gabriel," I said calmly.

His mouth curved into an amused smile. "And so does your beauty, Reyna Davidson."

I narrowed my eyes, filing away his tone, his posture, and the way his gaze lingered like he was mapping me.

Fine. If he wanted to play, I'd make him think he was winning.

I stepped closer, tilted my head, and lowered my voice like a twenty-first-century Marilyn Monroe.

"Don't you think it's too early in the season to be asking around about a girl, Captain?"

His eyes sharpened, studying me the way a wolf sizes up whether the prey will run or bite back.

I let my wavy ginger hair fall over my shoulders, close enough for him to smell the faint trace of my perfume.

My looks are the one good thing I got from my parents. My mother's amber eyes that shine almost golden in the sun. My father's ginger hair with a blonde streak in the front. And both their freckles, dusting my nose and cheeks.

I'll be damned if I don't use all these to milk Evander Gabriel in.

Inch by inch, I leaned in to him, our breaths mingling, our noses almost touching.

Letting him think something sweet was coming. Letting him relax, let down his guard, and lean in, his ice-blue eyes dilating in anticipation.

Just when he tilted his head, about to go in for the kill, I pulled back with a calm sigh. "Not every girl wants to kiss you, Evander."

He smirked, like I'd set him up for his own punchline. "Oh, but deep down, you know you do."

"Don't flatter yourself. You're not my type."

Immediately those words left my lips, I knew I'd hit him in the guts.

For a split second, something dark flickered in his eyes. My words were a bruise to his ego.

I smiled internally.

But just as fast, he masked it under a smug grin.

"I am everybody's type."

As I was about to reply, a singsong, female voice called from around the corner: "Evander...?"

A girl my age appeared wearing very revealing clothes.

Immediately he saw her, Evander's hand grabbed my waist and his body closed the space between us.

His lips were on mine, before I could react.

~~~

Now.

I gasp, stumbling back into the wall as his lips press firmly into mine.

His scent-clean, expensive, masculine-crashes into me. His mouth moves, slowly but with deliberacy, not romance. Like this too, is a move on his chessboard.

No. I can't let this happen.

But then his arms slip fully around my waist, pulling me in, deepening the kiss. Heat licks at my skin.

Reyna! What are you doing?!

He pauses, just enough for his lips to brush mine as he murmurs huskily, "You're a good liar, Reyna. But not better than me."

My eyes go wide. The words hit harder than the kiss.

Then, without giving me space to breathe, he claims my mouth again.

My brain screams at me to shove him away.

But my body betrays me, cataloguing the warmth, the press, the rhythm-

And I have no idea if I have already botched my plans before they even began.

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Adventure Mafia Romance

8.8

From Trash To Treasure: Masked Heiress

8.8

I was the invisible failure of the Goff family, hiding my medical genius behind a report card full of Fs and a slumped posture. One rainy night, I found a man bleeding out in a dark alley behind the school gymnasium, a knife protruding from his gut. To keep the police from digging into my secrets, I dragged the dying stranger to my bedroom and stitched him up using a hidden surgical kit. I thought I was being careful, but my cousin Cleora caught a glimpse of the blood and immediately alerted my fiancé's wealthy family. By morning, my world collapsed as my future in-laws stormed the manor, throwing an annulment agreement at my feet. They called me a "loose woman" and "million-dollar trash," while my own housekeeper gleefully testified against me. At school, the word "SLUT" was spray-painted across my locker in jagged red letters, and the boy I was supposed to marry looked at me with nothing but cold revulsion. I didn't understand why they were so eager to destroy me before even asking for the truth. I was the one who had spent years protecting this family's reputation, yet they were throwing me to the wolves over a single misunderstanding. I felt a surge of cold fury as I realized my loyalty had been met with nothing but betrayal. Everything changed when the "dying" stranger finally walked down the stairs, shirtless and bandaged, revealing himself as Braylon Lancaster, the most powerful man in the city. He didn't just defend me; he froze my fiancé's entire family fortune with a single phone call. As my in-laws fled in terror, a courier arrived with a five-carat pink diamond from the head of the city's most dangerous crime syndicate. The note read: "The debt is acknowledged." Suddenly, I wasn't just a failure anymore-I was the most sought-after woman in the underworld.

Adventure Billionaire Modern

7.1

Hot For My New Stepbrother

7.1

I never should have let my mother hold my future hostage. She paid my tuition with his father's money. Locked my birth certificate, my transcripts, every scrap of paper I need to survive in a safe I'll never open. And the one thing I had left of my dad, his old watch, she dangled like a noose. Run, and I lose my education. Fight, and I lose the last piece of the man who actually loved me. So I moved into the Hunters' mansion. Into the lair of the boy who spent years making my life hell. Chase Hunter. Six-foot-five of pure venom wrapped in muscle and money. The senior who cornered me in empty hallways, who whispered filth in my ear just to watch me flinch, who smiled that sharp, cruel smile every time I broke a little more. I thought graduation meant freedom from him. I was wrong. Now he's my stepbrother. He hates that I'm here. Hates my mother for sinking her claws into his father. Hates me most of all, for breathing his air, for walking his halls, for daring to exist where he can reach me. But hate isn't clean anymore. It's tangled up in heat. In the way his grey eyes strip me bare every time they land on me. In the way his hand closes around my throat, not to hurt, but to own. In the way he punishes me over his lap, in his car, against walls, until I'm shaking and soaked and furious at myself for wanting more. He calls me Little Lamb like it's poison on his tongue. I call him every name I can think of under my breath. How long until we stop fighting the deadly inferno raging between us and finally let it consume us both?

Action Adventure Modern

7.3

Married To The Thorn In My Flesh

7.3

Alexander Thorne is vice-danger wrapped in billions, immorality, and a smile that feels like sin. And unfortunately for Sophia Rose, he's the man she's been arranged to marry. Sophia may be young, spoiled, and rich, but she's done having her life dictated for her. With her father's crumbling empire and society waiting to feast on their downfall, she has only one escape left: RUN. But no one warned her that Alexander would become her weakness. She shouldn't want a man like him. She definitely shouldn't marry him. However, Alexander is so deliciously irresistible. He makes it his mission to claw his way into her heart, her thoughts, her fears. Every private moment with him leaves her breathless, wanting more, and tangled deeper in his hands. By the time Sophia realizes that he's the thorn that will ruin her life, she's far too trapped to run. ~ Content Warning: This book contains mature and sensitive themes, including sexual sins, exploitation, and manipulation, addiction, trauma, violence, and emotional struggles. These topics are portrayed with honesty and care. Characters wrestle with serious issues on their journey to healing and light. Intimate scenes are sensual but not explicit. Please, read with discernment.

Adventure Billionaire Romance

7.2

Mated To The Possessive Wolf Admiral

7.2

I am a top-tier Alpha from another universe, but a spatial jump error dropped me straight into a high-security military isolation chamber. Right in front of me was a terrifying, silver-haired wolf-beastman Admiral, completely losing his mind to a lethal biological heat cycle. To survive in this strange dimension where my powers were restricted, I had to pretend to be a helpless, terrified girl. Surprisingly, my mere presence and scent instantly cured his incurable madness. But this backfired horribly. He became obsessively possessive, treating me like a fragile, priceless treasure. When I managed to sneak out to the city's lawless slums to gather intel and accidentally saved a dying panther boy, the Admiral went completely feral. He brought an entire war fleet, blotting out the sky, just to "rescue" me. He nearly slaughtered the boy out of blind jealousy, forcing me to throw myself into his arms and cry fake tears to stop the bloodshed. "I'm taking you home. No one will ever hurt you again." He brought me to his flagship's secret medical bay and ordered the Empire's chief doctor to run a full genetic classification test on me. I panicked. If they discovered my true identity as an off-world Alpha, I would be dissected or executed. I immediately commanded my AI system to fake my blood data, aiming for a perfectly average, forgettable Omega result. But as the machine processed my blood, the alarms blared, and the system overloaded. The old doctor fell to his knees in absolute worship, and the terrifying Admiral looked at me with wild, starving eyes. My system had overcompensated. I wasn't registered as average. I was just classified as the only SSSSS-grade Omega in the history of the universe.

Adventure LGBT+LitRPG Sci-Fi Werewolf

7.9

My Montana Escape: A New Beginning

7.9

The cool metal of the gurney is the last thing I'll remember. One more session, the doctor said, and the past ten years of my life will be wiped clean. It all comes back to that night. I walked in to find my fiancé, Alex, kissing my half-sister, Kalie-the girl I raised since she was fifteen. When I confronted them, Kalie shoved me. I hit my head on a steel model, bleeding on the floor of the studio we designed together. But Alex didn't rush to me. He rushed to comfort her. She lied, painting me as the attacker. My best friend, my entire world, turned against me. Alex, my Alex, had me committed, signing the papers that subjected me to brutal, punitive electroshock treatments. He wasn't just erasing my memory; he was erasing me, punishing me for a crime I didn't commit, all to protect her. Now, waking from the final, consensual treatment, I find a note I left for myself. It's a plan. Sell the firm. Sell the house. Disappear to Montana. And this time, I won't just be erasing the memories. I'll be erasing them.

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