Novels by Stella Friday

Hazel’s POVA low beam of sunset sliced through my window blind, hitting the screen of my laptop just as my fingers hovered above the keyboard. I stared hard at the blinking cursor.Author: WildLifeOnCampusTitle: The Stick That Rules the RinkI groaned and collapsed back onto my pillows, I was anxious as if I was about to commit a felony.I should’ve been studying for my psych quiz. Instead, I was writing about Jaxon Carter’s abs and his endowment.Jaxon Carter might be the reason why half the girls on campus suddenly care about hockey. But it's not just the way he skates and flips the puck like a god or the fact that he can score blindfolded.No. It’s what that jersey hides underneath.I’m talking about real abs and there are rumors about what’s in his shorts, and if they’re true? Let’s just say he’s got enough stick to break more than hearts.Blogging was never meant to get this personal.When I started WildLifeOnCampus, it was just a way to whisper the things no one else dared say

Hazel's POVI didn’t know what burned more, my cheeks from the kiss, or the fact that half the school had just seen it.The second the locker room door slammed shut behind us, I yanked my arm out of Jaxon’s grip.“I don't mean to sound ungrateful but what the hell was that?” I snapped with a shaky breathHe leaned against a row of lockers like nothing serious had just happened. “You’re welcome.”I should’ve been furious but all I could think about was the way my heart had stuttered when his lips brushed mine.I blinked at him, stunned. “You told them we’re dating!”He raised an eyebrow, annoyingly calm. “And?”“And?” I repeated, stepping toward him. “Pretending to be boyfriend and girlfriend wasn't part of the deal!”He shrugged. “Would you rather everyone believe your little love story was about your stepbrother?”My stomach twisted.“Didn’t think so,” he said, his voice quieter now.I turned away, pacing a few steps, trying to think, trying not to freak out, my sneakers squeaking a

Hazel’s POV By the time I got back to my dorm, my head was spinning. I didn’t even bother taking off my sneakers. I just collapsed face flat into my bed, burying my face in my pillow and hugging it tight. My heart still hadn’t calmed from everything that happened today at school.Jaxon stealing Trey’s moment on the rink, Trey barely acknowledging me in the locker room, Jaxon discovering both of my secrets–my anonymous blog and the crush I had never dared say out loud. Then Tiffany’s icy threat echoed in her ears like a ticking bomb.I rolled over to my side, grunting out loud and hugging my other pillow tightly to my chest.“How did all these happen to me today?” I whispered into the cotton. For the first time, I hated the thought of school the next day. I miss being a wallflower except for when Trey was on ice. Now, I was in the middle of all these dramas that I wanted to explode***The next day, I tried to act normal. I forced myself through my classes, pretending like my inside

Hazel’s POV“Give it back! Please!”My voice came out shaky, thinner than I wanted it to be. My legs refused to move and my lungs forgot how to breathe.Jaxon Carter held the papers between his fingers like it was a trophy, his smirk curling at the edges of his lips.“He looks like a god gliding through the ice, when he hit that hat trick my heart fluttered a thousand times…” Jaxon read it aloud with his eyes flickering across the page dramatically.I lunged for it with panic surging in my chest. “Give it back!” but I couldn't quite reach him.“Holy shit! Hazel.” He chuckled darkly, backing off. “You wrote this? I didn't know you were such a good poet”“Then he continued reading out loud, “He holds that stick expertly, that I wonder what he could do with his own.” At this point, Jaxon's voice was full of immense mockery, and I lunged at him again with my shaky hands, but to no avail.My stomach twisted into a hard knot, the same way it used to before oral presentations. My palms were

Hazel’s POV“That game was supposed to be your victory lap,” I said hasteningly clutching to my clipboard while Trey leaned lazily against the locker, his attention totally buried in his phone. Why did his silence hurt like a slap? He always makes me feel invisible even when I try to be his biggest supporter.I had rushed into the locker room immediately after the buzzer blared to cheer him up, to remind him that he was still the star player no matter what.“Jaxon totally stole your moment,” I continued, stepping closer. “It’s so not fair…”“It’s done,” he cut me off sharply, “Nothing I can do about it.”My heart climbed into my throat as he brushed past me. I should be used to him ignoring me by now. But every time he did, it felt like I’d been erased all over again.“You are still my star player,” I shouted even if he had already disappeared from the locker room.Just like that.No thanks. No smile. Not even a glance.The locker room door clanged open and shut as players passed thr