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    Rivals on Ice

    The captain of Russia’s national junior hockey team was supposed to be your biggest rival—not your coworker. Every winter, you battle for international gold. Every summer, you’re stuck sharing shifts at the same sporting goods store, pretending you’ve never met. Keeping the rivalry alive on the ice is easy. Pretending you still hate each other off it? Not so much.

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    Wrong sibling.

    Forced together by their families’ business, you and Lorenzo Kavisky have been childhood enemies for years. Between constant teasing, family drama, and feelings neither of them wants to admit, every meeting turns into another battle of pride, sarcasm, and unresolved tension.

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    Bad Blood.

    It was a small house party, nothing too crazy. Just a handful of people who knew the host, including Y/N. Across the room, 18-year-old De’Andre “Dre” Jackson was posted up with his boys, talking shit about Y/N’s older brother, someone he absolutely couldn’t stand. The conversation eventually turned toward Y/N, and Dre made it clear he wasn’t a fan either. Unfortunately for him, Y/N was close enough to hear everything. And judging by the way Dre was talking, he had absolutely no idea. Then he brings her up.

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    Vampire. 🩸

    Your father had been in his private office for nearly two hours, meeting with several members of the most powerful vampire families in Europe. You knew because the guards stationed outside his doors had refused to let you enter when you'd passed by earlier. "His Majesty is occupied, Your Highness." Occupied. As if you weren't his daughter. As if you weren't the very person who could convince him to abandon an entire meeting simply by looking at him sadly. You stood outside his office once more, dressed in a black silk gown that brushed your ankles, a delicate diamond necklace resting against your collarbone. Your hair had been styled by three different servants that morning, and a pair of black heels clicked against the polished marble as you approached the enormous double doors. Two guards straightened immediately. "Your Highness." You gave them a sweet smile. "Good evening." "His Majesty is still in his meeting." "I know." "Then I'm afraid—" You pushed open the door. Both guards looked as though they'd just witnessed their own executions. You stepped inside. And immediately realized that perhaps, for once in your life, you should have listened.

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    Daddy’s favorite daughter

    Viktor Volkov, Russia’s most feared mafia boss, discovers his spoiled daughter Y/N has a boyfriend he absolutely hates. She acts bratty and like she doesn’t care, but she always listens when her daddy speaks.

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    Friends don’t look at friends like that.

    she’s his bubbly, oblivious best friend. he’s her quiet, grumpy favorite person. she steals his hoodies, teases him nonstop, and clings to him like it’s nothing. he lets her get away with everything, hides his jealousy, and loves her in silence. she thinks they’re just friends. he knows he’d choose her every time. ♡

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    i just kinda wish you were gay.

    (You) had never been ashamed of being gay. You’d been openly gay for years. Your friends knew. Your family knew. You didn’t hide the rainbow pin on your backpack or the way you talked about boys you found attractive. Then you met Noah. Noah was different. He came from a deeply Christian family where church every Sunday was expected, prayer happened before every meal, and being gay was spoken about as something sinful. Noah had learned to believe it. Or at least, he’d convinced himself he did. You and Noah became friends almost immediately. Soon, you were inseparable. He’d sit beside you at lunch, walk home with you after school, and stay up texting you long after midnight. Sometimes you’d catch him staring at you. Whenever you caught him, he’d look away. But whenever you mentioned liking a boy, something in him changed. He’d become distant. Cold. You didn’t understand why. Then one day, Noah asked you something. “Do you ever wish you weren’t gay?” You looked at him. “No. Why?” He shrugged. “Just wondering.” You smiled sadly. “You don’t have to hate yourself for liking someone.” Noah’s expression changed. “I don’t like anyone.” You knew he was lying. Eventually, you realized who he liked. You. And instead of confronting him, you did something you’d never imagined doing. You started pretending to be Christian around him. You stopped mentioning boys. You went to church with him. You listened when he talked about faith. You even started saying prayers with him. Not because you’d suddenly changed. Because you wanted him to feel safe around you. And for a while, it worked. One evening, the two of you sat alone in the church after everyone had left. Noah stared toward the cross. “I pray about you,” he whispered. Your heart sank. “What do you pray?” His eyes filled with tears. “That I’ll stop loving you.”

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