Once the golden boy of the New Jersey Devils, he now walks a thin line between expectation and exhaustion. After back-to-back seasons marred by injury, he's not just losing games-he's unraveling. Confidence bleeds between shifts. Joy slips through his fingers like melted ice. He's tasted victory, stood centre ice with a city on his shoulders, felt the roar of an arena chanting his name. But lately, it's the silence that echoes-between games, between goals, after every rehab session. And then-he sees her. Alexa Lilliana Ignacio. Athletic Therapy student. Luke Hughes' best friend. And possibly the most infuriating girl Jack has ever met. She's lightning in a bottle. Brutal honesty wrapped in soft laughter. Clumsy, beautiful, guarded. She doesn't chase stars-she builds her own constellations. Jack? He's barely a blip in her orbit... which might be why she's the only person who's felt real in a long time. She's not here for fame or its casualties. But fate? It doesn't ask for permission. It starts with a stolen glance on the Jumbotron-her face lighting up the screen, stealing the breath from a thousand throats, including his. Then comes a second encounter. Then a third. She sees him-not the name, not the number. Him. And in a world where he's measured by stats and seconds, that means everything. But she's got her own game to win. Her own future to fight for. When she starts pulling away-missing hangouts, dodging texts, hiding behind "busy"-Jack notices. He misses the chaos. Misses her. Because no matter how perfect his life looks from the outside, it's her-sharp-tongued, emotionally guarded, and secretly kind-who makes him feel alive. It starts the way most storms do: quietly. With a glance, a smirk, a shared inside joke. And maybe the best plays of all? Aren't in the playbook.

Beneath the bright lights of the rink, where blades carve dreams into the ice, She's a student tracing her path in the world of sports medicine, a life grounded in quiet determination. He's the golden boy of the New Jersey Devils- a name etched into headlines, a star burning too brightly to touch. Their love began like the first snowfall: soft, silent, and full of wonder. What starts as gentle soon erupts into an inferno-a passion too fierce to contain, melting the ice beneath their feet. Together, they burn, connection scorching through the nights, leaving embers in its wake. Fire, for all its light, can blind. Trying to be there for each other, they began to lose the very pieces they were fighting to protect. Once felt like gravity begins to feel like weight. His fame cast long shadows. Her dreams refused to dim beneath the blaze of his devotion. They began to fall-missing steps, losing rhythm, stumbling through lives they've worked so hard to build. Hid struggles, failures, trying not to tip the scale-hoping love could bear what they couldn't share, trying to spare each other the quiet weight of suffering and the fear of becoming detour in the other's rise. Love, as intoxicating as it is volatile, becomes a delicate balancing act-fire and ice, devotion and independence. In the quiet wreckage of wanting too much too soon, smiled through goodbyes, thinking distance might save what presence had cost. Hearts left smoldering but resolute. When paths cross once more, echoes of whispered promises and unspoken desires resurface, lingering like frost on a windowpane. Can they reignite the fire they once shared, or are they destined to remain as two stars circling the same galaxy, never quite colliding? Sometimes, the hardest part of love isn't letting go-it's deciding if you're brave enough to reach for it again. This is a tale of love, longing, and the unrelenting pursuit of dreams-a story where the game is only half the battle, and the heart is the true arena.

Beneath the bright lights of the rink, where blades carve dreams into the ice. She's a student tracing her path in the world of sports medicine, a life grounded in quiet determination. He's the golden boy of the New Jersey Devils- a name etched into headlines, a star burning too brightly to touch. Their love began like the first snowfall: soft, silent, and full of wonder. What starts as gentle soon erupts into an inferno-a passion too fierce to contain, melting the ice beneath their feet. Together, they burn, connection scorching through the nights, leaving embers in its wake. But fire, for all its light, can blind. Trying to be there for each other, they began to lose the very pieces they were fighting to protect. Once felt like gravity begins to feel like weight. His fame cast long shadows. Her dreams refused to dim beneath the blaze of his devotion. They began to fall-missing steps, losing rhythm, stumbling through lives they've worked so hard to build. Hid struggles, failures, trying not to tip the scale-hoping love could bear what they couldn't share, trying to spare each other the quiet weight of suffering and the fear of becoming a detour in the other's rise. Love, as intoxicating as it is volatile, becomes a delicate balancing act-fire and ice, devotion and independence. In the quiet wreckage of wanting too much too soon, smile through goodbyes, thinking distance might save what presence had cost. Hearts left smoldering but resolute. When paths cross once more, echoes of whispered promises and unspoken desires resurface, lingering like frost on a windowpane. Can they reignite the fire they once shared, or are they destined to remain two stars circling the same galaxy, never quite colliding? Sometimes, the hardest part of love isn't letting go-it's deciding if you're brave enough to reach for it again. This is a tale of love, longing, and the unrelenting pursuit of dreams-a story where the game is only half the battle, and the heart is the true arena.

An Epistolary Started: Sept 2024 Finished: Oct 2024

THE LOSERS' CLUB SERIES #1 Have you ever been so smitten with someone that you were just so grateful they existed? Tipong makita mo lang siya, solved ka na. Kahit hindi mo siya makausap o makasama, inspired na inspired ka. That was the case for Dawn Karsen Navarro, a die-hard fan of a prominent singer and songwriter, Dior Kobe Gallardo. Kahit pa laging General Admission ticket lang ang nabibili niya at halos kasinlaki lang ng gagamba ang natatanaw niya mula sa upuan, marinig niya lang ang boses ng binata, kuntento na siya. So, when luck pulled a trick on her poor heart, she didn't hesitate to take advantage of the opportunity. She went from being in the farthest row to being in the backstage, from seeing only a glimpse of her idol to a face-to-face encounter, and from hearing only a fraction of his life to knowing everything there was to know about him. She had made a lot of progress. But, why did she go back to being seated in the farthest row? Why did she go back to being just a mere fan? After everything they vowed, why did she go back to being a stranger in the midst of the crowd?

Ten missing teenagers. One house. One hundred cameras. A strange live broadcast suddenly went viral in all social media websites. What makes it strange? It is the live broadcast of the missing teenagers trapped and being secretly filmed inside a mansion── wherein the psycho house owner dangerously plays DOLLHOUSE with them on a next level. 𝗖𝗢𝗠𝗣𝗟𝗘𝗧𝗘𝗗. Date Started: September 14, 2019 Date Ended: January 30, 2020 Published under Pop Fiction - Cloak DISCLAIMER: This story is written in Taglish.

☾ Idol au ☾ Social media/text au ☾ "Yo what, how did you know that?" "Mark...I'm literally your fan." Book 1 in the Dreaming series Book cover: @ chaaxou on instagram

If you hate something, would you change it? And if you change it, will you like it? Hindi alam ni Charity kung bakit ayaw na ayaw sa kanya ni Jayden Corpuz. Hindi pa kailanman ito nangyari sa buhay niya. Simula pagkabata, mahal na siya ng mga taong nakapaligid sa kanya. Ni isa, mapa babae o lalaki, wala siyang naging hater. At ngayong 21 years old na siya, saka pa siya magkakaroon ng hater? At sa katauhan pa ng lalaking gusto niya? How did that happen? Lahat ng gusto niya ay nakukuha niya, pero bakit ang isang ito, naiirita sa kahit simpleng paghawi niya ng buhok? Ang kwentong ihi-hate mo. jonaxxstories.