Novels by jameseddie468

Jessica’s POV“I will go check the door." Mom said, wiping her hand with the large towel while I looked on.When she left, I rested my weight against the counter with my hands crossed on my chest and a relieved look on my face.I was glad she didn't ask me to go check the door as I wasn't mentally prepared to meet anyone today, most especially, my so-called stepbrother without a name, not even a nickname.Before the door bell interrupted, my mom was behind the cooker so I had to replace her but instead, I was staring blankly at the pan of eggs I was supposed to be stirring.The sizzling sound and the scent of butter should have been comforting, but my thoughts were somewhere else, in fact it was everywhere else.The conversation with my mother replayed in my head.Your stepbrother’s coming home. — She sounded like it meant anything to me.I had never met him and have never even seen a photo of him even when he was a kid.Her husband, my stepfather barely talked about his son, and when

Nate’s POVA winning streak of five in a row, it was worth the celebration so I didn't oppose it when my team members brought it up.My dream of becoming a hockey player on the national level was gradually coming to fruition.After our game, I received an email from the manager of the national team like he had promised and in a month's time, I was going to meet with him.Perfect, this was just the beginning.“Hey Nate, should I fill your glass?" Danny, my mate asked, clutching the vodka bottle."Of course. He led us to victory today so we have to spoil him the best way we can, don't you all agree?” Ethan yelled, pushing his glass forward.Laughing heartily, we clinked our glasses and while they emptied the content down their gullets, I shifted my gaze to the window but she wasn't there anymore.Jessica Cooper, a straight A student. She was the typical example of beauty with brains.She caught my attention the first class I took after my transfer. She was damn good with school work, pr

Jessica’s POVThe next morning, I woke up with a jackhammer pounding in my skull and my tongue dry as sandpaper.The world spinned as I tried to sit up, ignoring my aching head. The sunlight filtering in through the blinds was too bright and far too cheerful for someone whose heart had been stomped on a few hours ago.My room looked like it had survived a hurricane. It was exactly how I left it after last night’s emotional meltdown.Crumpled tissues littered the floor, empty beer cans rolled near my bed, and my phone lay face down on the floor like it couldn’t stand to look at me either.Everything that happened at the bar replayed like a cruel joke.Nate Lincoln, the golden boy, the star hockey player, the reason I had shown up in the first place looked me dead in the eye and told me, “You’re not really my type.”It was as if I had been auditioning for his affection, when all I did was exist… and maybe stare a little too long.I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to push the memory away

Jessica’s POVHockey, no way.Up until a few weeks ago, I had never watched that sport or even showed a bit of interest in it but here I was, sitting on the bench in the stadium packed full with people.The stadium was buzzing with bright lights glaring overhead. The sound of skates scraping the ice and the fans screaming every time someone made a shot got louder with each passing second.I should have been focused on the game, like everyone else. My mates screamed with every near goal, jumped with each hit, and cheered for the boys who were sweating it out on the ice.But me? I couldn’t take my eyes off him.Nate Lincoln; the new guy, the golden boy, the one who skated like the ice was made for him.He transferred just a few weeks ago and already had the school wrapped around his finger. Tall, with tousled dark hair that looked like it never obeyed a comb, and eyes sharp enough to slice you in two.Every time he moved, it was like watching a movie I didn’t want to end. Every girl not