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FREE STORY WITH EXCLUSIVE CONTENT. This is *not* a Paid Story. Eighteen-year-old hockey prodigy Elliot Wexler has three goals for senior year. One: somehow graduate with a 3.5 GPA. Two: hide his bipolar disorder from his peers. And three: make it into the NHL with no scandals. Piece of cake. What he doesn't expect is to find Lucy, a homeless girl, hiding from the winter frost in his dad's shed. Elliot's busy, complicated life doesn't permit room for error, and falling in love with a girl from a totally different world sounds like the opposite of a good idea. But Elliot can't help but be drawn to Lucy and her elusive ways--even when she seems to vanish from his life non-stop, each time leaving him with a bigger hole in his heart. But Elliot is determined to break down Lucy's barriers. And when he does, he discovers that her life is more complicated--and dangerous--than he could have imagined. With drafting season approaching, and Elliot's fragile mental health deteriorating, he's forced to face a difficult question: Is first love supposed to hurt so much? *** PLEASE DO NOT ADD THIS STORY TO GOODREADS.

Car accidents and a blizzard? Claudia's plans for winter break did not involve strangers or snow storms. She wanted a quiet escape to her family's cabin to finish her novel. But after crashing in a ditch, everything changes and Claudia is forced to rely on Colton, a stranger who lives in town, to look after her. Trust doesn't come easily for Claudia, and worse still, Colton is hiding something. Will Claudia learn the truth in time or will it be too late for both of them? New Cover By: Kelly Anne Blount Original Cover By: Lucy Rhodes Edited By: Mary Iamandi

"I'm officer Benson, what's your name ma'am?" One of the officers questioned as the fireman went back inside. "Zoey Tucker." I know they only asked my name, but everything just kind of came flooding out of my mouth due to panic. "The boys name is Owen Price. He told me he was stabbed by some people that murdered his father this morning and said I couldn't call 9-1-1." "Calm down, everything will be okay." Officer Benson assured me. "What's your relation to him?" "Uh," I started. What even was my relation to him? "He goes to my school, I don't really know him all that well though." I don't remember much after that until some time later when Owen Price was being wheeled out of my house on a gurney. One paramedic was pumping an oxygen mask thing and another was wheeling the bed to the ambulance. ~