Novels by Inkspired

Selena’s POVWhen I woke up that morning, it was the first time in days I didn’t feel like running.For a few blissful seconds, I just lay there under the covers, staring at the faint light spilling across my ceiling, and thought about the way all Dominic's kisses had felt.God.My cheeks went hot just thinking about it.How his hands had held my face so gently, but his lips had been anything but gentle. How he’d leaned in close and said my name like it mattered.I pressed the back of my hand to my mouth, half to hide my smile even though no one was there to see me.I couldn’t believe it.Dominic.Kissing me. Why did I suddenly have those thoughts?And then walking me all the way home after, like I wasn’t just some stupid girl who got in his way.For once… I didn’t hate mornings.I even took a little extra time brushing my hair, choosing my nicest hoodie, putting on lip balm just in case.I wasn’t sure what we were, but I couldn’t stop thinking about how he’d looked at me last night —

Selena’s POVI still don’t know what came over me.I can’t stop thinking about it. Even now my hands feel kind of… hollow. My fingers are cold but sweaty at the same time. My head feels light, like I’m walking around half-asleep, except my heart won’t calm down.It was just a practice. Just another stupid hockey practice. I shouldn’t even have been there. I could’ve gone home. I should’ve gone home.But no.There I was. Sitting on those hard bleachers with Sara, pretending to care what she was saying, pretending not to keep sneaking looks at him like a complete idiot.And I did.I looked at him.Over and over.I can’t help it.I hate it.The way he skates. The way he doesn’t even have to try to look like he owns the ice. His shoulders broad, his jaw tight, his stupid messy hair sticking to his forehead when he skates too hard. He doesn’t even see me there most of the time.Or maybe he does.God.I don’t know.I was staring when it happened. That’s what gets me the most — I didn’t even

Dominic’s POVI swear to God, she’s gonna kill me one of these days.I don’t even know what the hell’s wrong with me anymore. I’ve never been this sloppy. Never. Hockey’s the one place I don’t screw up. It’s the one place I can just move and hit and breathe and not think about anything. But ever since she started showing up… hell, even before that, even before she knew my name… she’s been in my head like some damn parasite I can’t get rid of.And there she is now.Right there. On the bleachers.Sitting with her little friend Sara, laughing quietly about something. Her hair falling into her face when she looks down. I can see her lips from here, curved soft and pink, and my chest tightens up like an idiot.I almost drop my stick.“Dominic! Focus!” Coach is barking from the sidelines.I grunt back something that might’ve been a “yeah” but probably wasn’t even a word. My teammates give me weird looks.Pull it together. Pull it the hell together, Lakes. You don’t feel anything. You’ve nev

Selena's POV It was morning by the time I finally dragged myself back home.The sun was already climbing up over the rooftops, burning gold and blinding me as I walked down our street. My shoes scraped against the sidewalk and I could hear my own heartbeat in my ears like a clock ticking too fast. Every step felt heavier.I didn’t even know what time it was. I didn’t even care.Last night was still a blur. Dominic’s arms catching me when my knees gave out. His voice calling my name over and over. That stupid worried look in his stupid eyes.I hated how much it had all stuck in my head.I pushed the front door open quietly, hoping maybe I could just sneak upstairs and sleep for a year. But of course, she was waiting.Glendolyn.She was leaning on the wall by the stairs, arms crossed. Her eyes cut into me before I even said anything.I froze.“Where were you,” she said, her voice flat. Not even a question. Just… ice.I tried to laugh it off. “Out.” My lips cracked when I smiled and it

Selena’s POVI woke up to the strangest smell.Like clean sheets mixed with something warmer, faintly smoky, faintly like the way the air feels after it rains.I blinked and the ceiling above me wasn’t mine. It wasn’t my soft cream walls or my glow-in-the-dark stars. It was dark wood and some posters on the far side, a hockey stick leaning against the corner.I jolted upright too fast and my head throbbed.“What the hell—”“Relax.”His voice.I froze.Dominic was sitting on the edge of the desk right by the bed. His arms were folded and his eyes were fixed on me, sharp but soft at the same time. He didn’t even flinch when I caught him staring.“You fainted. Again. You’re welcome, by the way.”I swallowed. My throat was dry.“You… brought me here?” I croaked.“No,” he said, then smirked. “A magical fairy picked you up, tucked you in, and I’m just here for the vibes. Of course I brought you here.”I dropped back on the pillow and groaned. “God, you’re so annoying.”“Yeah? You weren’t sa

Selena’s POVI couldn’t breathe.I didn’t know if I was screaming or not but my chest felt like it was caving in.The nightmare was worse tonight.I saw him again. Like every other time.Dominic.He stood there, his face twisted in pain. There was blood on his hands. My blood? I couldn’t tell anymore. It was always the same — he struck his sword through my chest, my heart bursting in my ribs, his cold eyes watching me fall.But this time… it was different.He was crying.Tears — no, blood — ran down his face.“You fool,” he said, his voice cracking and broken, “don’t you know I’ll kill you again?”I froze. My feet wouldn’t move.“Run,” he sobbed, his hands shaking, the blade still glinting in his grip. “Run away from me. Please… run away from me.”I tried to speak but nothing came out.Then the sword flashed again and pain ripped through me and everything went black.I bolted upright in bed, gasping, clawing at my sheets like they were choking me.My whole body was shaking, my hair st