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 5

REYNA

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I GASP.

The evening air cuts sharp against my lungs as I stare at the sight before me.

I had been sitting on a bench in the city outside campus, headphones muffling the city's hum, sketchbook balanced on my lap.

My pencil traced the outline of the high-rise building across the street, its windows catching the sun's setting light.

The sketch was almost finished.

Then my sketchbook slipped and fell.

And before I could grab it, a stray dog barrelled past, so fast its paws tore straight across the open page.

Now, I lunge for my book, but before I can salvage it, the sketch rips off.

My perfect high-rise crumples beneath my fingers.

I glare after the dog, but it's already gone, its tail disappearing into the dark.

Something about the way it ran, like it was being chased, leaves a cold twist in my stomach.

I sink back onto the bench.

The plate of Gulab Jamun I made glistens beside me like tiny suns covered in syrup.

I pop one into my mouth.

But the usual sweetness tastes wrong, thick in my throat.

It pulls memories of sharing these with Varna.

Memories I don't want to touch tonight.

A sigh escapes my lips.

Varna Soni was my first real family.

She was nothing like my biological parents, who always threatened they'd dump me in an orphanage.

Those monsters.

I notice a pigeon feather at my feet, pale against the fading light.

I pick it up, slipping it into my tote.

I always take souvenirs from the places I sketch.

But this one... this one feels different, wrong.

Like a bad omen.

I start to pack my bag.

But my body goes rigid.

I glance over my shoulder, my eyes darting as I scan my surroundings.

There's a strong, tangled feeling in my stomach.

Like...

Someone or something is watching me.

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A pungent shiver crawls up my spine as I head back to the dorm, taking hurried steps as cold air bites my cheeks.

The field between the city and the dorm is deserted, lined with trees that cast looming shadows upon me.

My fingers clutch my bag tighter.

I glance over my shoulder.

I am very certain. Someone is watching me.

Then-

My phone buzzes with a call.

I jump with a yelp.

Then I realize it's just him.

My nostrils flare.

Evander.

Memories of Varna immediately flood my head, momentarily replacing the sinister feeling of being stalked.

My chest tightens with anger, and my knees weaken with pain.

I don't even remember giving him my number.

Tears blur my vision.

I sniffle them away and ignore the call.

But the idiot keeps calling.

Again.

BUZZ...

And again.

Finally, I hit the answer button.

"What?!" I snarl.

"If it isn't my favorite grumpy neighbor." Evander's voice is calm, and I can hear a smile in it.

CRUNCH!

The sound comes from behind me. Like twigs snapping beneath feet.

I feel my face turn pale.

The feeling of being watched comes back, stronger this time.

My chin begins to tremble.

I clutch my bag even tighter, my knuckles turning white.

Quickening my pace, I glance back.

But there's nobody.

Still, my chest rises and falls rapidly, and I focus on getting to the dorm as fast as I can.

Facing forward, I try to strain my ears for more movement, but Evander won't stop talking.

"I'll call you back later," I say, cutting him off and ending the call without looking at my phone screen.

What I hear next sends my heart dropping into my stomach, and my stomach... into my feet.

A metallic scrape of metal on the ground.

Behind me.

Slow. Deliberate. And dragging.

Like...

A chain.

Ice slides down my spine.

Every single hair on my body stands.

With a heart thumping against my ribcage, I turn around.

~~~

A girl stands there.

Her green eyes are narrow, her face red as she glares at me.

At first, I don't recognize her.

Then memory clicks.

It's the girl from the hallway.

The reason Evander kissed me.

My stomach twists.

Ó cac.

Her eyeliner is smudged, like she'd been crying... for a long time.

Her blonde hair is matted and tangled, and she's barefoot.

With a face twisted with rage, she looks like she crawled her way out of a nightmare.

She steps closer.

I gulp and stumble back.

"You think you can take what's mine?" She growls, voice slurred, like she'd been drinking too. "You think you're special?"

I hear the metallic scrape again.

She brings the weapon out from behind her.

I gasp with wide eyes.

A heavy metal chain glints in the moonlight.

My mind snaps into survival mode.

I've seen this pattern before. She's impulsive. Volatile. Borderline psychotic.

Psychology lectures blur into my instinct.

Fight or flight. Don't freeze.

Breathe, Reyna.

Watch her hands, her stance.

Every second.

Calculate, Reyna.

Bloody breathe, Reyna!

But I see the length of the chain and realize making any sudden movements could be the end of my life.

She could whip my head off in a second.

Beads of sweat trail down my forehead.

My voice trembles.

"I... nothing's happening between Evander and me," I stammer.

She stalks closer and starts to circle me like... I'm prey.

"He's mine!" She snarls, and I jerk. "He never looked at me like that! Not after practice. Not ever!"

Her breathing is heavy, desperate... terrifying.

Her bare feet crunch the grass.

She drags the chain like she enjoys the sound.

Then she stops, less than six feet away, in front of me.

Her brows furrow as the next words come out in an anguished whisper.

"He's never even let me get close... talk more of kissing me!"

I back up.

My shoes scrape dead leaves.

My brain yells at me.

Run, Reyna, Run!

But... running could make her swing the chain.

Standing still, I try to think fast.

But before I can-

She raises the chain above her head, holding it like a garrote.

Her eyes flash in hatred and an intense stare.

"I'm going to squeeze the life out of your throat."

Then, like a raging lion-

She leaps-

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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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