𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐘𝐀 𝐒𝐊𝐘𝐄 has always been used to running alone. Volleyball captain, track star, and the kind of girl everyone admires from afar, she thrives on control-both on the court and on the track. But at home, her parents' wealth can't mask the cold, suffocating cruelty that defines her every day. She's learned early that no one will show up for her... and that's exactly how she likes it. 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐈 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐎𝐍 has the opposite problem: everyone shows up. Football star, track sprinter, and all-around golden boy, he's surrounded by friends, family, and a little sister who worships him. He's used to support, praise, and having people rely on him. Life has always been... easier. They're both popular, in the same tight-knit friend group, and everyone expects them to get along. But Freya and Malachi don't. They clash at every practice, tease each other relentlessly, and can't seem to sit still in the same room without tension sparking between them. What happens when the girl who's learned to survive on her own meets the boy who can't stop trying to protect her? When rivalry becomes something more, and shared spaces-late-night practices, team hangouts, and races that leave them both breathless-force them to confront what they're really running toward... and from? A slow-burn, rivals-to-lovers story about resilience, family, and the courage it takes to finally let someone in. #1 field (08/02/26) #4 freyaskye (08/02/26)

Freya has always been the supportive best friend-the one who cheers from the sidelines, who listens to every heartbreak and triumph. But with her best friend dating Malachi, everything changes. Because Freya isn't just watching from the sidelines anymore she's falling, Caught between loyalty and desire, Freya knows the rules never cross the line, never betray her best friend. Yet every glance, every laugh, every fleeting touch from Malachi makes the line blur. Forbidden and dangerous, their connection is electric-but is it worth risking everything for a love that shouldn't exist? In a world of secrets, unspoken feelings, and stolen moments, Freya must decide whether following her heart is worth shattering the life she's always known.

Five years ago, Freya Skye and Malachi Barton were inseparable-high school sweethearts with dreams bigger than their small town. Freya wanted to sing, Malachi wanted to race, and somewhere between late-night drives and stolen kisses, life pulled them apart. The fight that ended it all still haunts her: words said in anger, dreams that demanded sacrifice, and a storming exit that left both hearts fractured. Now, Freya has made it as a singer-songwriter, performing on stages she once only imagined. Malachi is a professional F1 driver, traveling the world, living the adrenaline-fueled life he always wanted. Success hasn't erased the memories-they linger in lyrics she writes in quiet moments, in the flash of his laugh she remembers, in the ache she can't quite shake. When their worlds collide again, old feelings rise with a force neither expected. Freya sees the boy she loved in the man he's become; Malachi realizes the girl who always had his heart never really let go. Friends on either side-Sway and Meg for Freya, MK and Milo for Malachi-watch the sparks, the awkward tension, and the quiet longing, knowing this story isn't over yet. A story about love lost, success gained, and the lingering question that neither can escape: what if they had found a way to stay together? Based off of the song "WYD now?" by Sadie Jean NONE OF THIS IS REAL!! I DO NOT OWN THE COVER!!

They said loving him would be loud. Chaotic. Impossible. They were wrong. Loving Malachi Daniel Barton was quiet- the kind that happened in empty hallways, late-night conversations, and moments the world never saw. Freya Skye Jones never asked for spotlights or headlines. She only wanted a life that felt like hers. But when a global star learns to breathe in the silence she brings, and a girl who avoids attention becomes the center of it, something has to give. Because when love is real, it doesn't need an audience. That's so true.

She's going off to college, majoring in dance. But she's doing a dual degree. Dance and Sports Journalism/ photography. He is the well known football player. Majoring in kinesiology. He is known for getting around. She sees him on the field. Instantly knows he's trouble but is interested in him. He sees her walking to her class one day. He is also interested in her, just not the way people think. It's like he actually sees her. How they meet? How she sees him. After orientation, it's dark. She wonders around trying to find the dance room. She finds it, but he's in there with a girl. She walks away before they see her. But he saw her. Couple days later at a party he stops her and asks if she saw him and that girl. They keep running into each other. On the field, classes, hallways, parties.

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Two empires. One throne. No mercy. Freya Skye is the "Ice Queen" of the London underground-a woman who built a kingdom on silence and sharp steel. She doesn't bow, she doesn't break, and she certainly doesn't belong to anyone. But when a high-stakes deal brings her face-to-face with Malachi Barton, the ruthless, silver-tongued heir to the New York Syndicate, the ice begins to crack. Malachi doesn't just want her territory; he wants the woman behind the crown. He's a man used to total submission, and he's decided that Freya will be his greatest prize. He'll strip away her titles until there's nothing left but her breath against his skin. He'll teach her that in his world, she isn't the boss-she's his. Freya thought she was untouchable. Malachi is about to prove her wrong. She can fight it all she wants, but by the end, she'll be the one begging to wear his mark... and calling him "Daddy." "In this game, Freya, you either rule by my side or crumble at my feet. Which will it be?"

𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝓁𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒟𝑒𝓈𝒸𝑒𝓃𝒹𝒶𝓃𝓉𝓈 𝒵𝑜𝓂𝒷𝒾𝑒𝓈 𝒲𝑜𝓇𝓁𝒹𝓈 𝒞𝑜𝓁𝓁𝒾𝒹𝑒 𝒯𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓌𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝒻𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓂𝑜𝓃𝓉𝒽𝓈 𝒶𝑔𝑜. 𝒮𝑜 𝒹𝒾𝒹 𝑀𝒶𝓁𝒶𝒸𝒽𝒾 𝐵𝒶𝓇𝓉𝑜𝓃. Freya Skye, the rising singer-songwriter, has turned her silence into platinum. Every track on her debut EP-especially the devastating slow-burn anthems 'Golden Boy' and 'Whyd You Have to Call'-is a public letter to the actor who cut her off. She's healing, she's thriving, and she's finally stopped checking her phone for a call that never came. But Malachi is in Vancouver, filming Coven Academy through a very white Christmas, and he's hearing every single lyric. The whole world thinks he's perfect, but his silent, snowy isolation is being soundtracked by the painful truth in her voice. When a surprise twist of fate (and a little holiday chaos) forces them onto the same snowy street in British Columbia, they find themselves tangled up in the very connection they tried to bury. He went quiet. She wrote a masterpiece. Now, as the Christmas break approaches, they have to face the real, messy question: --- "Used to talk all the time, now we don't even speak." _______ Is he a stranger she needs to walk away from, or the golden boy she still desperately wants to kiss?

✎ᝰ. 𝑰'𝒍𝒍 𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝒅𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒊𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒆𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖. 𝑨𝒍𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝒇𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖 Freya Skye and Malachi Barton had everything money could buy-designer clothes, private drivers, and last names that carried weight in every social circle. But being born into wealthy families came with strings attached. When a business deal between their parents needed a little extra "convincing," the solution was simple: pretend their children were dating. Neither Freya nor Malachi asked for this arrangement. She thought he was arrogant, he thought she was impossible, and the last thing either of them wanted was to share the same spotlight. But with both of them attending the same prestigious school, the façade became their daily routine. Keeping up appearances was supposed to be easy. Yet between whispered rumors, staged hand-holding, and the pressure of living under constant watch, lines began to blur. And soon, Freya and Malachi would find out that faking something in public doesn't always mean it stays fake in private.

Malachi had never believed in the idea of fate-not until the moment he first laid eyes on Freya. It wasn't anything dramatic. No slow-motion entrance. No perfectly timed background music. She was just there, quietly tucked into a corner of a bustling café, her attention fixed on a worn sketchbook and the lines she carefully traced across its pages. She didn't look around or try to be seen. She was completely content in her own little world-and that was exactly what made Malachi stop mid-step. There was something magnetic about her. The way she carried herself-calm, self-contained, almost unapproachable-wasn't from arrogance, but from an inner peace he couldn't quite understand. She wore headphones, one earbud in, the other draped over her shoulder like she couldn't decide if she wanted to be part of the world or escape from it entirely. To anyone else, she might have seemed like just another quiet girl minding her business. But to Malachi, she was an unanswered question he suddenly needed to solve. From that instant, it wasn't a matter of if he'd try to know her-it was how. Something in his gut told him this wasn't going to be easy. She didn't seem like the type to trust quickly. She had walls, and he could sense them. But something about her made him want to climb those walls, no matter how high they were. He hadn't even heard her voice yet. And still, Malachi knew: He needed to get close to her. He needed to know who she was. And he'd do whatever it took to make that happen.