Novels by Tomiie

GIDEON’S POV“Affogato and cookies,” the barista called out my order.I went to the counter, scrolling through Instagram, reading all the blogs and comments about Maren's relationship. I was worried about her. Her page was filled with a lot of bad comments. After paying, I walked out of the coffee shop.I walked into the meeting area of the headquarters. Maren, Rylee, and Eamon were already waiting.Rylee was pacing around the room, Maren's hands clasped together. “Good morning,” I greeted and walked towards Maren. She smiled and returned my greeting.I placed the paper bag in front of her. Her eyes lit up.“Thank you,” she murmured.“You were late,” Rylee said sternly.“Traffic,” I replied and sat next to Maren, who had already opened the paper bag.“You should keep up with time, Patton,” Mr. Eamon scoffed.“We have a little problem,” Rylee started, and it didn't look like a little problem to her. She was nervous. She had been pacing around when I arrived. “And I have a perfect solut

Maren pov “And I am done” Jaxon slammed his chopsticks on the table, he just finished another bowl of chow mein noodles. He and Rylee decided to bet on who could finish two bowls of chow mein noodles faster. It was funny to watch but I enjoyed their batters. Gideon has been silent since we have been here. He picked at his food, he was awfully quiet. He looked angry. I wanted to say something but when he is in this mood for me I would rather not say anything. Was it his game ? He didn't seem that bothered about it earlier. Or wasn't it because Rylee joined us? No he can't be angry about that Rylee was supposed to go on a date tonight but it got cancelled, that was why I asked her to join us and she agreed, I wouldn't want to let her be on her own. “ Miss Hugo, you are officially owing me a hundred dollars,” Jaxon said, his voice breaking me from my train of thought. Rylee shot him a look, fuming and brought a hundred dollar bill from her purse. “Wow, how much cash do you carr

.Gideon's pov The crowd cheered as we made our way into the rink. It was a home game today just three days after the first game of the season.“And we have our star goaltender…Number 3… Gideon Patton” one of the commentators announced, our Fans erupt into another loud cheer. Many of them stood up, pushing up some cardboards.I smiled and waved, I scanned the lower bowl seat. Where I reserved for Maren, we haven't seen each other since we both left California. She was there, then I saw her making her way to her seat with Rylee.She saw me looking at her and waved and I did the same thing. I was about to skate towards the rink glass to say hi when Jaxon pulled me back. “It is time for the national anthem, lover boy.” He said, I glared at him before joining the forming queue, my eyes wandered off again and landed on Maren.She looked better than the last time I saw her. I remember her going pale after reading something on her phone, she withdrew from her lively self. At first I though

Maren’s POV:My head throbs with a dull, rhythmic ache, like someone had drummed on my head throughout the night. The feeling was familiar. I sat up and opened my eyes a little bit. Thankfully, the curtains were closed and the lights were dimmed. Hangovers and lights don’t work together.I slapped a hand to my throbbing head and scanned the room. It was an unfamiliar room. Wait. I am not in my hotel room! Did I sleep with someone?I glanced down at my clothing and I was still wearing the gown which I wore to the party.I heaved a breath of relief as my clothing was intact. The door opened and Gideon stepped in.“You are awake,” he smiled, moving further into the room. “Good morning.”“I don’t think I am having one,” I replied. My throat feels scratchy and my mouth dry and sour. How much did I drink last night?Gideon chuckled. It was smooth and low. He turned towards another direction.“What is funny?” I asked. Did I look cratered right now? Oh my God, a hangover face is the worst. I

Gideon's POV:I tapped my foot against the floor as I leaned against the wall outside of Maren's hotel room, waiting for her to come out so we could head to the club. We had just come back from the beach about two hours ago.I took a couple of pictures of her at the beach. She looked so beautiful in the pictures; she was calm and had a bright smile on her face, gentle and soft. The door opened and she stepped out. She had changed her clothes from earlier to a short burgundy gown, and she even had her makeup done.Her hair was down. I don’t know which one suits her better, her hair down or up. She looks beautiful both ways.“I am ready,” I heard her say, which cut me out of my thoughts. I cleared my throat; I must have been staring like a creep.“Yeah… yeah, let’s go,” I tried not to sound weird.She gave me a smile, the one that doesn’t look strained, and I smiled. Then she burst into laughter.“What?” I frowned. “Why are you laughing?” I asked. “What is funny?”“Your hair—” she wheez

Maren's pov I realized at an early age, I do not have a mom or dad. A real one. Foster homes are not easy, to live or to be happy. I was never happy.I never had luck in a good foster home despite changing foster homes about ten times before turning eighteen.Those years are not the best times of my life, No friends or a good relationship with foster parents, when Dante asked about where I am from, I felt like my whole world stopped.That question always comes with bad memories that I don't want to remember.I fondled the hem of Gideon’s jersey, it was large, big and smelled like him. He had brought it to me this morning before going to warm up with his teammates.I sat in the coordinate section provided by the host team, the games had not yet, the speculators were just arriving.I have only been to a hockey game once with Dylan, when I used all my savings to get tickets to the Icehawks game for Dylan's birthday. God l was stupid, too stupid.Even though I don't understand the game, I