Completed • First Draft - not edited. || "You gonna sit there all night?" Luka glances at me, smirking. I glare back. "I was enjoying the last few seconds of peace before having to spend an evening pretending to like you." "That's funny," he says, unbuckling his seatbelt. "Why?" I snap. "Because I was thinking the same thing." || The rules? Easy enough. 1. Pretend to be the perfect couple. 2. Keep it professional. 3. And whatever you do, don't. catch. feelings. Simple, right? Sofia Calloway never planned on going viral for throwing a drink in Luka Mikhaylov's face. But one video, one pissed-off hockey star, and one furious university later... she's suddenly stuck in a fake relationship with the guy she can't stand. He needs to clean up his image before the NHL draft. She needs the free tuition that comes with the deal. All they have to do is smile for the cameras, hold hands at the games, and act like they don't want to strangle each other. Then come the late-night arguments that last too long. The stolen glances that feel too dangerous. The moment where "pretend" starts looking way too real. Because when you break the rules, someone's bound to lose. And this time, it might be both of them.

Mon amour, ma prière Et Allah sait ce qu'il y a dans les cœurs Par SalmaNour. Amoureuse d'un boxeur 🥊 Ehh Oui, Il est champion sur le ring, et moi, je suis une simple fille dans l'ombre. Il ne me connaît pas vraiment, mais moi, je l'ai reconnu dans mes prières. Ce livre n'est pas une déclaration. C'est un témoignage. Celui d'un amour discret, porté par la foi, protégé par le silence, confié à Allah. Le destin fera-t-il de mon cœur son ring ? Là où son âme de boxeur viendrait livrer ses combats... Chaque battement de mon cœur serait un round, Solide, prêt à encaisser ses coups sans jamais tomber. Car même blessé, mon amour ne sera jamais K.O. Voici l'histoire de mon cœur, et peut-être, un peu de celui de celles qui liront ces lignes.