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 4

EVANDER

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THWACK!

The puck slams against the wall, missing the post by several inches.

The ice cracks under its force.

My breath catches as headlights flash through the empty rink, blinding me for a second.

I don't have my helmet on, and the midnight cold bites my skin.

A huff blows through my lips. I swear under my breath.

Twentieth shot tonight. Missed.

My fingers brush the worn chess piece in my pocket.

Hockey is supposed to be my sure thing.

I am supposed to play with strategy, precision, and control, just like I do in chess.

And yet, here I am, missing shot after shot like a rookie.

I try again.

Another bloody miss.

But worse this time.

The puck ricochets dangerously close, almost hitting me in the face.

I flinch, my heart pounding.

Frustration tightens its claws around my neck.

I slam my stick down.

My feet move as I skate back and forth, running a hand through my hair to keep myself from screaming.

I take the queen out of my pocket and tap it against my palm.

There are three things I love most in the world: hockey, chess, and women.

Life used to be simple.

One-night-stands without strings. Victories on the ice, victories on the board. Grentwood Icewolves, my teammates, my brothers. Attention from lecturers, girls, NHL.

Life was perfect.

Until she showed up.

Reyna Davidson.

The memory of the first time I set my eyes on her plays in my head. The way she frowned in response to my-usually-disarming smile, then stood up and quietly walked away.

I knew then that she was different. She is different.

That blonde streak in her ginger hair, the way her cheeks flare when she's angry, making her freckles stand out more.

I'm smiling. Dammit. Fuck.

I twist the queen.

"Every move matters, son." My father's voice booms in my head.

I drag my legs to the bench, taking a sheet of paper out of my bag. The season has started already, and I still haven't drafted the team roster, like Coach asked me to.

I scold myself. Get your head in the game, Evander.

Her words echo in my head: "Don't flatter yourself. You're not my type."

I scoff. Not her type? My jaw clenches.

That disciplinary board situation? I suggested the project. I knew my reputation would make the dean bend.

Not because I wanted to help her but because my ego was bruised. Because she hit it.

The sound of skates scraping the ice pulls me from my thoughts.

A figure glides across.

Tall, blonde hair, athletic build. I groan as his smirking face comes into view.

Koshen Ron, captain and lead idiot of our number one rival college team: Brookbridge Breakaways.

He holds his stick across both his shoulders.

"I saw your ten thousand missed shots, and I must say," He tilts his head, smirk widening. "Careful, Gabriel. Your crown looks loose."

"Not in the mood, Koshen," I growl, and that only edges him on.

"Funny. You play better with an audience. Or maybe just not thinking about Reyna."

At the sound of her name, my gaze locks onto his, fury blazing in my veins. I clench my fists.

He chuckles.

Then lowers his stick and flicks my puck across the rink.

It hits the goal in one effortless shot.

Bloody hell!

A vein ticks in my neck, straining against my skin.

I pick up my bag, get up, and leave before I do something that would get me benched for a week.

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Slamming the door shut, I shove into my dorm and sling my bag onto the bed, harder than I mean to.

My hand reaches for my water bottle on my bedside cupboard, and I chug the water down furiously, in hopes that it will cool the burn in my chest.

But that proves to be a terrible idea when I feel the force of the water tighten and hook in my throat.

My face reddens as I cough, water splattering all over my jersey, soaking into my chest.

Fuck.

I feel my chest rise and fall in heaves.

Abruptly, my phone lights up on the bed. I look down.

It's a video call from... Eliza.

My bones freeze, and my throat tightens even more.

Letting go of the water bottle, I let my body collapse into a sitting position on the bed.

I grasp the phone with shaking hands.

It's 12:22 AM. A call from my thirteen-year-old sister at this time can only mean one thing.

My hand hovers over the accept button, trembling terribly.

Just one touch and I will be back in that world I keep buried. That world the spotlight must never see.

That world that I can't shield my little sister from.

I press the green button to find a scene that sends a knife stabbing into my chest.

My sister sits crouched on the floor of her bedroom with its pink walls and butterfly stickers that we painted and put up together.

"Vander..." she sniffles, her voice cracking in a soft whisper. "They are fighting again."

The knife twists.

My mother and her father-my stepfather-are fighting again. Their voices filter faintly through her closed door.

It's been this way since my biological father died and my mother remarried.

I go down on my knees by my bed, kneeling beside her through the screen.

"Eliza," I gulp to keep my voice from breaking. "Go lie on your bed, okay?"

She nods, moving to her bed as silent tears continue to streak her beautiful face.

She is like a female reflection of me. Same black hair and ice-blue eyes.

"You... you want me to sing the lullaby?"

Eliza nods, and in a second, my voice fills both our rooms.

Deep, gravelly, but quivering with anguish for what my beloved sister has to endure.

Pain clouds my vision. It feels like my heart is going to burst.

I gulp and try to keep it together. Eliza can't see me break. That would break her.

But my voice cracks and I forget a line.

I expect her to frown, but instead, she erupts into giggles, through her tears. "Vander, you forgot the line again"

A wry smile spreads over my lips "Your brother's not really smart"

Eliza wipes her face.

"But I love him like that." She says

Then hugs the teddy I gave her for her birthday, yawning. "I love you, Vander."

The reply almost doesn't come out, stifled by the ache and sorrow bubbling in my heart.

By the time I say "I love you too, Eliza," she is fast asleep.

I end the call.

Still on my knees, I squeeze my eyes shut, feeling moisture on my face.

A tear slips down my cheek.

Koshen's words echo in the void of my head, heavier than when he said them.

"Careful, Gabriel. Your crown looks loose."

I lied. There are four things I love most in this world.

The fourth is my sister, Eliza.

She's the only reason I fight. The only reason I breathe.

And yet... when I close my eyes, it's not just Eliza's face I see. I see hers too.

Reyna Davidson.

The one distraction I cannot afford.

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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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