This story begins with Conrad in California, detached and disciplined, carrying the familiar weight of being the responsible one-the son who absorbed pressure, grief, and expectation until love felt indistinguishable from obligation. He is older now, sharper, angrier, and more self-aware, but still haunted by his past: his mother's death, his father's failures, and the wreckage left behind with Belly and Jeremiah. Everything fractures the night he meets Valeriya-brilliant, commanding, emotionally guarded, and immediately unreadable. Their connection is instant and volatile, built on challenge rather than comfort. Valeriya doesn't soften Conrad; she exposes him. She calls him out, refuses to be managed, and meets his intensity with her own. What starts as mutual fascination quickly spirals into something obsessive, physical, and deeply binding. Their relationship becomes the emotional center of the story: fierce loyalty, constant proximity, and an intimacy that is not gentle but deliberate. They move fast-not recklessly, but with certainty-building a shared life that feels private and impenetrable. Sex becomes routine, grounding, and expressive rather than impulsive; domesticity becomes just as charged as conflict. Conrad finds himself choosing her again and again-not out of duty, but desire. But as their bond deepens, the past fights back.

𝑶𝑶. ' 𝑖 𝑔𝑜𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑔𝑖𝑟𝑙 𝑓𝑎𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑎 𝑡𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑠𝑘𝑖𝑟𝑡 ' 𝐎𝐑 𝑰𝑵 𝑾𝑯𝑰𝑪𝑯 riley walter discovers her heart has found its home, but fate has a twist-it resides with her brother's best friend. ---- { fem oc X dylan newsome } { season two - season tbd } *i do not own mlwtwb, only my character and changes made.*

❝Every time I think about you, I touch myself. And what I mean by that is, I rub my temple because you're a fucking headache.❞ Nova Argent is used to running. New names. New towns. New lies. She doesn't know how she ended up in this world-or why the Volturi, an ancient vampire coven, are hunting her like a prize they're owed. All she knows is there's something inside her that should've never survived. Power. Rage. Something worse. Now she's in Forks, pretending to be normal. It would've worked... until she met Paul Lahote... Arrogant, infuriating, and way too close for comfort. She hates him. He pushes every button she has. But when the monsters come knocking, Paul might be the only one who sees the truth: Nova isn't human. She's a weapon. And someone is about to pull the trigger. 𝑷𝒂𝒖𝒍 𝑳𝒂𝒉𝒐𝒕𝒆 x OC #1 Jacobblack - October 5, 2025 #4 Twilight - September 26, 2025 #3 paullahote - November 8, 2025 #5 Quileute - November 8, 2025 #6 Imprint - November 13, 2025 #7 Paullahote - October 19, 2025 𝐓𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭: 𝐍𝐞𝐰 𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧 ✔ 𝐓𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭: 𝐄𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬𝐞 ....

DANGEROUS LIAISONS. ❪ shane hollander & ilya rozanov ❫ ❛loving you is a risk i'm willing to take❜ ❪ heated rivalry❫ ❪ season one ❫ ©Noirecherie ©Jacob Tierney

Shane Hollander x Ilya Rozanov x Hayley Rogers When Hayley Rogers lands her dream job as a reporter covering the NHL, she expects late nights, breaking stories, and a front-row seat to hockey's fiercest rivalries. What she doesn't expect is them. Shane Hollander and Ilya Grigoryevich Rozanov are legends on the ice-sworn rivals, relentless competitors, and two of the most dangerous men in the league. Their hatred is explosive, their chemistry undeniable, and somehow, Hayley finds herself right in the middle of it all. One interview turns into tension. One glance turns into temptation. And suddenly, the rivalry isn't just about hockey anymore. Caught between two rivals who refuse to lose-on or off the ice-Hayley must navigate ambition, loyalty, and feelings she never planned to have... before everything she's worked for spirals out of control. Disclaimer: I do not own Heated Rivalry or any of its characters. All original characters and storyline elements belong to their rightful author. This fanfiction is purely for creative and entertainment purposes. Hayley Rogers is my original character.

heated rivalry.

Irina Rozanova-Hollander had been told she was wearing the blades of glory all of her life. As the only daughter to hockey legends Shane Hollander and Ilya Rozanov, she had always been in the spotlight, just like her dads and as Canada's most prestigious teen athlete in figure skating, she also finds her greatest passion on the ice. It all would have been so perfect, only if it wasn't for that one junior hockey player making her life hell, and an unknown number watching her every move.

At twenty‑two, Sadie Ross is learning that adulthood doesn't come with a playbook. Between buying a new house, juggling a full‑time job, and supporting the two partners she loves, she's suddenly responsible for more than just herself. As life gets busier and choices get heavier, Sadie realizes she can't coast on instinct anymore. Growing up means stepping up for her future, her career, and the people who've stood beside her through every season.

Ilya Rozanov is a jerk. As the captain of the Boston bears, he is the cockiest, most infuriating player in the NHL-at least according to Shane Hollander. For years, their legendary rivalry has defined the league: a relentless cycle of trash-talk, hard hits, and mutual hatred. But for Charlotte Hollander, the rivalry is becoming a major headache. Charlotte only has two priorities:leading her university volleyball team to a national championship and being the supportive sister Shane needs. She's supposed to hate the man who makes her brother's life a living hell. She should want nothing to do with the arrogant Russian superstar. The problem? Ilya Rozanov is sexy as hell, and he knows it. When Ilya realizes that the key to finally getting under Shane's skin is his little sister, he decides to play his most dangerous game yet. He starts showing up at her matches, flirting in the hallways, and making sure the cameras catch every wink. It's supposed to be psychological warfare against Shane. But Charlotte isn't just a spectator-she's an athlete with a fire that rivals Ilya's own. She fires back at every one of his taunts. Everything changes one night in a Montreal bar. Fueled by a crushing losses and too many shots of vodka, the masks finally slip. In the dim light of a corner, Ilya and Charlotte trade dangerous truths and hotel room numbers, blurring the line between "enemy" and "obsession." Now, Ilya realizes he's no longer playing for the spite-he's playing for her. And Charlotte is caught in the ultimate trap: a secret agreemeent with the one man who could destroy her brother's career, and her own heart.