Caden Connelly is hot. Dumb. And possibly cursed. Every girl he dates ends up falling for someone else-usually one of his teammates-and he's sick of being the universe's personal punchline. So this semester, he's got a new plan: fake date someone completely undateable. Someone so immune to hockey charm, the curse won't stand a chance. Enter Raven Alore. She's too smart to fall for a himbo goalie and way too busy trying to win a cutthroat sports media internship, take revenge on her ex, and survive living with her backstabbing roommate. She has exactly zero time for Caden's golden retriever energy or his abs of distraction. But when fake dating him gets her: a viral PR case study a shot at the internship and her ex shaking in his cleats... Well, she's in. With conditions. No feelings. No flirting. No shirtless selfies. (Okay, maybe one shirtless selfie.) But the longer they fake it, the messier it gets-because Caden's actually... not that dumb? And Raven's not that heartless. And this whole thing? Might not be fake at all. By the time the puck drops, someone's gonna catch feelings. Let's just hope it's not cursed.

✧ 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐋𝐘𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐌𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐈 (𝐀𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐍) ✧ When I was six I was kidnapped and taken away from my family for seven months. Thirteen years later and I have little to no memory of who had taken me. Ever since then my father has been severely overprotective and never lets me out of his sight. Now that I'm somewhat on my own everything starts to change. When I finish high school and start attending New York University my life takes a turn, for better and for worse. They're back. ☆ 𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐗𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 ☆ Years ago we found our little angel. She just so happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. She was the light in our lives, until one day we lost her again. Thirteen years later and we still mourn the loss of our sweetheart, but we found her once, we will do it again. I am the head of the Russian mafia, or a professor at NYU depending who you ask. One day I raise my head to look around at the sea of students and my eyes lock on a familiar pair of ocean blue irises. ★ 𝐇𝐀𝐘𝐃𝐄𝐍 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐋𝐋 ★ I'm a heartless killer and offer no apologies for it. As the head of the Russian mafia along with being the CEO to a multibillion dollar company, my life is nothing but darkness. During the day I'm an office man, at night my knife slashes through the necks of anyone I can get my hands on. Killing is my outlet, ever since I lost her. It helps me keep my anger in check. I've never stopped looking for her. We've come close multiple times, but each time came out unsuccessful. As I put a bullet in the head of my ex-guard, Alex comes rushing into the room, and the look on his face says it all. He found her. Start: July 4th End: ///

❝𝐀𝐝𝐯𝐚𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚 & 𝐌𝐢𝐤𝐬𝐡𝐚 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐚❞ I should not feel anything for someone who is my enemy, someone who has caused me so much pain that the very thought of him should fill me with nothing but rage and bitterness. Yet, against all logic, I feel it-I feel the heat rising beneath my skin . The mere idea of his touch sends shivers down my spine, igniting sensations that I desperately want to ignore. This isn't right. I shouldn't crave the presence of someone I despise, but my body betrays me, responding to him in ways that my mind fiercely rejects. He stands so close that his breath fans across my face, warm and intimate, stirring emotions that I refuse to acknowledge. A slight movement is all it would take for our lips to meet, for this unbearable tension to shatter into something far more dangerous. His hands are braced on either side of my head, trapping me, yet he doesn't need to touch me to make me feel trapped. His body hovers just out of reach, yet I can sense him, every inch of him, as if the air itself is an extension of his presence. I shouldn't desire this man. I shouldn't want to close the gap, to feel the press of his body against mine. I should be repulsed, disgusted by how my thoughts betray my hatred. But my body doesn't listen to reason , it yearns for what it shouldn't, driven by instincts I can't control. I despise him-my enemy- My rival-but the line between hatred and desire is blurring, and I'm terrified of which side I might fall on. {𝖠 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝖾 } | | Mature content 18+| |

I walked into his class. I didn't know I'd already been in his bed. (Preview main story for sale)💦

One night. One room. Everything changed.

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"Ju, I can't take anymore heartbreaks..." "You ain't gotta run I'm here to help you..." --- "Every bond comes with a price, some more than others..." "What you understand, I don't have to explain..."

" 𝘽𝙞𝙩𝙘𝙝 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠 𝙮𝙤 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙜𝙖, 𝙝𝙤𝙚 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙨 . 𝙔𝙪𝙝 𝙨𝙖𝙮 𝙮𝙪𝙝 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙮𝙞𝙣? 𝙎𝙚𝙚, 𝙝𝙤𝙚 𝙮𝙪𝙝 𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙥𝙥𝙞𝙣 . " " 𝙄 𝙘𝙖𝙩𝙘𝙝 𝙮𝙪𝙝 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙚𝙢? 𝙄 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙢𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙠𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙚𝙢 . '

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