His Dangerous Love On Ice
"Let's play a game."
"What game?"
"One that involves you not screaming."
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I'd been the perfect girlfriend to my star hockey player for two years.
Stood in the rain at his practices. Drove hours just to watch him warm benches. Wore his jersey like it meant something.
And he repaid me by fucking his way through half of Chicago-including the sister of the one man he's been obsessed with for years.
Zane Mercer.
The NHL's most dangerous player. My stepfather's worst enemy. And the man who looked at me like I was something worth destroying the world for.
One impossible offer.
One desperate bet.
One night that changed everything.
Zane doesn't do fake. He doesn't do half measures.
When he tells me I'm his for two months, he means it. In every way that matters.
But Zane has secrets buried so deep they connect to my family's past in ways I never imagined. Dark secrets. Deadly ones.
What starts as a transaction turns into obsession.
What starts as revenge turns into something I can't walk away from.
And what starts as a lie might be the only truth that matters.
They say some men are too dangerous to love.
They're right.
But I was never good at following warnings.
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This book contains explicit sexual content, dominant/possessive behavior, morally gray characters, family conflict, and themes that may be triggering. Intended for mature readers 18+.
This isn't your normal hockey romance. It's dark, raw, and unrelenting-where obsession, desire, and power collide, and nothing is off-limits.
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Chapter 9
Chapter 9: ZANE's POV
I sat on the balcony, cigarette between my fingers, half-listening to the guys lose their minds over tomorrow's game.
The team had decided to throw a party the night before our biggest match of the season. Because apparently, getting drunk and high before a championship game was peak athletic performance.
Idiots.
Nike was going on about how this was his first big paycheck. How he was going to buy his mom a new car and pay off his sister's college tuition. Noble. Cute. Boring as fuck.
I took a drag and let the smoke fill my lungs, eyes fixed on the city lights stretching out below us.
The last thing I wanted was to be here.
But I had to be. Had to play the part. Had to sit here with these boys and pretend I gave a shit about their dreams and their families and their fucking first paychecks.
Because if I didn't, I'd do something stupid.
Like walk into her suite. Climb through her window. Press her against the wall and make her understand exactly why rejecting me was the worst decision she'd ever made.
Three days.
I'd given her three days to come crawling back.
And she hadn't.
Stubborn little thing.
I smirked, ashing the cigarette over the railing.
She thought she could walk away from me. Thought she could stand there in that hotel room, all fire and fury, and tell me to "find someone else to play chess with."
Like I was just some bored rich boy looking for entertainment.
She had no idea what game she'd walked into.
The door to the suite opened, and the room went silent.
I didn't even have to look to know who it was. I felt the shift in the air-the way tension crawled up everyone's spine when he walked in.
Hunter Sinclair.
The kid whose slot I'd bought with a single conversation. The one who'd sold out his sister for a chance to play in the big leagues.
I remembered how I'd arranged a meeting with him. How he'd frozen when he saw the very man he couldn't withstand. How I'd offered him that proposition, ensuring he knew I gave no fucks about him and all I was interested in was his stepsister.
How he'd accepted with trembling hands. So quick. So fast. So easy.
I glanced over my shoulder.
He stood in the doorway, jaw clenched, eyes locked on me like he wanted to put his fist through my face.
I raised my cigarette in a mock salute.
His jaw tightened further.
Yeah. He still hated me.
Good.
Beside him, another figure stepped into the room, and my smirk faded.
Cole Maddox.
The walking, talking embodiment of everything I despised. The kind of man who slithered his way into women's lives, used them, and discarded them the second someone more useful came along.
The kind of man who'd destroyed my mother.
And now he had his claws in my sister.
Cole's eyes lit up the second he saw me. Like a fucking puppy seeing its owner. He nudged past Hunter, settling onto the couch with an eagerness that made my stomach turn.
He wanted my approval. Wanted to be close to me. Wanted to prove he belonged.
But I wanted to drag him to the underground club and let my boys work him over until he confessed why the fuck he was still sniffing around Sophia.
But not here.
Not yet.
I turned back to the balcony, taking another drag.
"Okay, men." Ryan's voice cut through the tension, loud and obnoxious as always. "We need to talk about women."
I rolled my eyes. Of course we did.
Ryan was my cousin by blood, but I'd disown him if I could. The kid had been handed everything-his slot on this team, his trust fund, his entire fucking life-and still acted like he'd earned it.
My father had only brought him on because Ryan's mother-my aunt-had begged. Said her son needed a "real opportunity."
What he needed was a personality transplant.
"So I met this woman," Ryan continued, leaning forward like he was about to share state secrets. "A very hot-ass woman."
The guys leaned in, grinning. Someone passed him a joint.
I stayed on the balcony, but I was listening now.
"And I made a bet with her." Ryan took a hit, exhaling slowly. "If she can't get the attention of someone in this room, I get to do whatever I want with her. And I mean whatever."
The room erupted. Guys cheering, slapping Ryan's back, laughing like he'd just told the funniest joke in the world.
My hand tightened around the cigarette.
"So who is she?" someone called out.
Ryan paused, his eyes flicking to me.
And something in his expression made my blood run cold.
That little shit.
"Can't say her name yet," Ryan said, grinning wider. "She's new around here. But God, she's sexy as fuck. Dark hair. Green eyes. Ass so perfect that if she sat on your face, you'd cum every day for the rest of your life."
My cigarette snapped between my fingers.
Dark hair. Green eyes.
I turned slowly, eyes locked on Ryan.
He was still talking, describing her like she was a piece of meat he'd won at a fucking carnival. And the guys were eating it up, howling and making crude gestures.
But I wasn't listening anymore.
Because my eyes found Hunter.
And Hunter looked like he'd been punched in the stomach.
His face had gone pale. His jaw slack. His eyes wide with horror as he stared at Ryan.
He knew.
Hunter knew exactly who Ryan was talking about.
Olive.
Ryan had made a bet. With Olive.
Suddenly, my phone buzzed in my pocket.
I pulled it out, and my chest tightened.
Olive Monroe.
She was calling me.
I stared at the screen, watching her name flash over and over.
She'd rejected me three days ago. Told me she didn't need my help. Didn't want my games. Walked out of that hotel room like I was nothing.
And now she was calling.
Which meant something had changed.
Which meant she was desperate.
I should answer. Should pick up and hear that fire in her voice, that desperation she was probably trying to hide.
Feel how the desperation would make my cock rock hard.
But I didn't.
I let it ring.
Once. Twice. Three times.
Then I swiped to decline.
Because I'd given her three days, and she'd wasted them.
Now she'd have to earn it.
Ryan was still talking, describing her body, her eyes, her attitude. And the guys were laughing, imagining what they'd do if they won a bet like that.
I stood, crushing the broken cigarette under my boot.
Hunter's eyes snapped to me, wide and panicked.
And I smiled.
Not the polite smile I used for press conferences or charity events.
The smile I used in the underground club when someone owed me money. When someone had fucked up. When someone was about to learn exactly who they were dealing with.
Because Olive had just walked into a game she didn't understand.
And Ryan-stupid, arrogant Ryan-had handed her to me on a silver platter.
She'd rejected my deal.
But now she needed me.
And this time, I wasn't going to make it easy.
I slipped my phone back into my pocket and walked past Ryan, past Hunter, past Cole.
"Leaving already?" someone called out.
I didn't answer.
I had work to do.
And a very stubborn woman to teach a lesson.
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Told in luminous prose and steeped in spiritual symbolism, The Everflow is a sweeping saga of faith, unity, and the unyielding strength of divine love. It is a story for every heart that has ever felt dry - and for every soul still longing to remember that the river never truly stopped flowing.
When faith becomes a current, hope a journey, and love the water that carries us home - the Everflow begins.
9.2
My world shattered twice. First, the ocean claimed my son. Then, the mountain road took another, a direct sacrifice to the man I loved and the woman he chose. In the hospital, beeps marked the emptiness where my second son used to be, echoing the first loss, both involving Holden and Giana.
During the car crash, I was pinned, bleeding, and trapped. Holden, my partner, looked me in the eyes, then chose to save Giana, abandoning me and our unborn child.
Soon, I overheard Holden praising Giana for turning our tragedy into a PR win. His hollow apologies and focus on Giana’s "miracle work" reignited the brutal memory of her push and his past denials.
A decade of sacrificing my life and two children for a man who saw me as a liability left a bitter taste. His choice was clear; only profound abandonment remained.
But this time, I was choosing me. From my profound loss, a dangerous spark ignited: I would not just survive; I would find freedom and make him pay.
8.4
Kenzie, the former leader of the Aegis Alliance, opened her eyes to find herself reincarnated as a freezing, abandoned infant in a wet cardboard box.
She was rescued from the rain by Devin Ayers, a ruthless billionaire, and rushed to a private hospital, but a deadly threat was already waiting for her.
The ER doctor, Desiree Dillon, approached her with a syringe. Through a sudden burst of telepathy, Kenzie read the doctor's dark thoughts. Desiree wasn't trying to cure her fever. She deliberately ignored the safe dosage, drawing a lethal amount of Diazepam to permanently silence the crying baby and disguise it as sudden infant death.
"This will make it all go away," Desiree smiled gently, the needle glinting as it moved inches from Kenzie's arm.
Trapped in a weak, paralyzed three-month-old body, Kenzie couldn't run, fight, or even speak. She could only watch the poison inch closer.
How could she survive death only to be assassinated in a hospital bed by a corrupt doctor? She used to command armies. The sheer injustice and terror of dying completely helpless in this tiny body ignited a blinding rage inside her.
Refusing to be a victim again, Kenzie pushed her newborn brain to its absolute limit and unleashed a desperate telepathic scream directly into the billionaire's mind.
"Poison! She's trying to kill me!"
Devin, who had been looking away, suddenly froze, his icy gray eyes locking onto the doctor's wrist.
8.1
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8.1
Blood Moon – Story Description
Blood Moon is a dark, thrilling tale of forbidden attraction, supernatural rivalry, and the fine line between predator and prey. Set in the seemingly ordinary Silver Hollow College, the story unfolds in a world where vampires and werewolves secretly coexist alongside humans, each hiding their true powers while battling their own instincts, rival clans, and the pressures of legacy. In this shadowed world, every glance can hide a threat, every conversation can carry hidden meaning, and every full moon can unleash the beast within.
At the heart of the story are Catrine Nella, a powerful young vampire, and Edwardo Zee, a disciplined yet conflicted werewolf. Catrine is sharp, cunning, and deadly, raised under the constant pressure of her ambitious step-sister who insists she feed on human blood to grow stronger. Catrine's natural talents in both magic and combat make her a force to be reckoned with, yet she struggles with morality, identity, and her own desire for control. Edwardo, on the other hand, is torn between his instincts as a wolf and the manipulations of his ruthless step-brother, who demands that he become a killer to claim alpha status. Edwardo wants to be a true alpha, not through bloodshed, but by protecting others and leading with honor-an ambition that sets him apart from his family and makes him both a target and a misfit among his kind.
The story begins with a violent, electrifying encounter between Catrine and Edwardo in the forest during the full moon. Both are drawn by their own impulses-Catrine performing a vampire ritual, Edwardo struggling to control the wolf within-and the resulting clash is fierce, brutal, and unforgettable. This first meeting ignites a dangerous rivalry, with each recognizing the other's extraordinary abilities while also sensing something forbidden and magnetic between them. Though enemies by instinct and heritage, the connection they forge amidst conflict sets the stage for a tension-filled enemies-to-lovers narrative that drives the series forward.
As the story unfolds, Silver Hollow College becomes a battlefield not just of physical strength but of intellect, cunning, and emotional power. Catrine and Edwardo test one another constantly-through subtle glances in class, tense encounters in crowded hallways, and increasingly dangerous confrontations in the forest. Each battle pushes them further, revealing vulnerabilities and strengths, and slowly transforms their relationship from animosity into fascination, grudging respect, and eventually, desire. Amidst this, both characters are confronted with the pressures of their families. Catrine's step-sister threatens her with weakness if she does not feed on human blood, while Edwardo's step-brother pressures him toward ruthless dominance, creating a constant tension that challenges their morality and tests the limits of their powers.
At its core, Blood Moon is a story about choice and identity. It explores the struggle between instinct and conscience, power and restraint, hatred and attraction. It examines what it means to be strong-not just physically, but emotionally and morally-in a world where strength often comes at the cost of humanity. Through fast-paced action, supernatural intrigue, and the slow-burning, dangerous pull between Catrine and Edwardo, the story blends romance, suspense, and fantasy into a gripping narrative. It is a saga of blood and moonlight, of predators and secrets, of rivalry and passion, and of two young supernatural beings whose lives are forever intertwined by fate, desire, and the power of the Blood Moon.
7.7
Rejected by the Lycan King, Awakened as Luna
One Night. One Rejection. One Child Who Will Rewrite the Moon.
She was never meant to survive the night she spent with the Lycan King.
Drawn into the heart of Lycan territory under a fractured moon, she crossed paths with the most feared ruler of their world-a king forged in dominance, command, and ruthless control. One night of instinct and forbidden desire bound them together in a mate bond neither could deny.
By dawn, he rejected her.
Cold. Public. Absolute.
But his cruelty hid a truth he could never speak-a prophecy written in blood and moonlight, one that promised her death if he claimed her. To protect her, he severed the bond with his own hands and cast her out, knowing she would hate him... and believing hatred was safer than love.
Banished into the snow, wounded and alone, she did not beg. She did not break.
As the cold claimed her strength, a single thought anchored her will: "I must survive."
And beneath her numb fingertips, silver light flickered-unseen, unrecognized, awakening.
She survives the exile only to discover the impossible. She carries the Lycan King's child.
A child conceived under a fractured moon. A child whispered to be born not of love, but of dominance and defiance.
While the world believes her broken, her body begins to change. Her power is not claws or combat-but something far rarer. Lunar healing flows through her veins, mending bodies and binding loyalty. Empathy awakens with it, allowing her to sense emotions, calm rage, and later... bend dominance itself. In exile, she becomes a quiet force-saving lives, gathering allies, and growing into a leader no one expected.
When the Lycan King learns the truth, regret does not drive him.
Obsession does.
He does not ask for forgiveness. He demands possession-only to find the woman he discarded no longer kneels to kings. Every forced reunion becomes a war of wills, every near-touch burns with unresolved desire, and every step closer ignites the truth he has avoided: she is no longer his weakness.
She is becoming the Luna that the moon itself has chosen.
As enemies rise within the Lycan court and rival Alphas circle the child who could unmake kings, the Lycan King faces a reckoning no crown can shield him from. To claim her heart, he must surrender more than pride. He must sacrifice power. Reputation. His throne.
And she must decide whether love-once broken-can ever be earned again... or whether her destiny lies in ruling without him.
This is not a story of gentle mates or easy forgiveness.
It is a dark, obsessive romance where survival becomes strength, power awakens through pain, and love is forged through sacrifice.
She was rejected.
She survived.
And now, the moon answers only to her.
8.8
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