Practice makes perfect, and when you're fighting to be the best in your sport that is especially true. Ryder and Francesca are no exception. They are dedicated to their sport and refuse to let anything distracted. But when a scheduling conflict forces the two to share the ice, staying focused becomes just a little harder. TW// mentions to abuse & scenes of verbal abuse

Hope Kingston. She calls him Asshole. Hope has just come back to her hometown after 2 years in New York and magically landed herself the picture-perfect boyfriend, Jonah Calvin. But what happens when his best friend and Hope have a history? Blake Rivers. He calls her Princess. Blake and Hope were best friends growing up and then one day, she was just gone. Poof. Little lovesick Blake was crushed, but that disappointment turned into hatred over the years and now he isn't happy to see her. He's willing to do anything to piss her off as much as he can and annoys her for pure entertainment. But it's Christmas time. And with Christmas come mistletoes. With mistletoes come stolen kisses. With stolen kisses come feelings. Feelings like love, hate, envy, hurt. All because of a stupid mistletoe. . . . . . ALL RIGHTS RESERVED Follow my Instagram if you have any questions or wanna DM me for anything. @nikki_k123

A competitive figure skater is forced to trade places with a rival hockey player in order to avoid being kicked out of the rink. Blurb- "I see you have met Aiden," Mr. Hansen said to me, popping his head over the railing from the the top of the bleachers. He looked quite ecstatic that Aiden and I were already talking. "If you don't already know, Zoe, Aiden is going to be joining the hockey team starting effective next week with the new sponsorship." I forced a fake smile onto my face, gritting my teeth. "How did we get so lucky?" I turned my attention back onto Aiden, quirking an eyebrow as I looked him over- just trying to get an input of who this guy was. The man was stupidly handsome - if you managed to get past the oversized ego that sat on his shoulders. "Enjoying the view?" His sexist comment snapped me back into reality, resulting in me letting out a not-so-ladylike snort. "Please, the only reason I have to look at you is to try and figure out just what it is exactly that would make you so smug, but as far as I can tell, you have absolutely nothing going for you." Despite my effort to get a response out of him, he smirked as if accepting the challenge. "Besides the fact I am the number one center in the state of Massachusetts?" "Am? Don't you mean was? Now was looks bad on a resume." Aiden's jaw clenched, and in that moment I would have been dead if looks could kill. I was pretty sure that if it'd been legal for him to hit a girl, he would have already been on the ice by now. But it wasn't, and I'd clearly just won. I felt quite satisfied with myself and decided it'd be fun to rub some salt in his freshly wounded ego. I turned and sprinted across the ice before looking back over my shoulder and blew him a fake kiss, lifted my left leg up, and smacked my butt in a sense to let him know that he can just kiss my ass before I'd let him take over this rink.