Novels by Nuluuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

Hi, reader! You've gotten to the end of the book. I'm really grateful to everyone who read this far, thank you so much. You guys are the bestI'm quite sad and a tad bit emotional. Writing the stories of, Luke and Dre really took a toll on me.To the readers who cheered for them, cried with them, got angry at their mistakes, and rooted for their happy ending — this story exists because of you. Whether you read every chapter as it came out, binged it in one sitting, or left comments that kept me motivated on tough writing days, your support meant everything. You saw Luke’s sacrifices, Dre’s strength, and the complicated mess of young love mixed with real trauma. Luke taught me (and hopefully you too) that we shouldn’t keep our feelings bottled up forever. If you’re secretly in love with your best friend, tell them. Even if it’s scary, even if it might hurt or risk the friendship—do it. Because at the end of the day, love is worth every single sacrifice. The what-ifs and “maybe one day

EPILOGUE LUKE’S P.O.V (ONE MONTH AFTER SATs AND GRADUATION) “Happy birthday, beautiful!” Dre lies on top of me, her hands planted on either side of my head; her perfect face blocks the rising sun. The light shines through her curls, warming up her skin nicely. She watches me wide-eyed, her lips stretching into a smile. I blink, eyes slowly adjusting to the light, but I explode with joy when I take in the surroundings—I’m glad we’re still here. I brought Dre back to her favourite place in the world, as she’s said countless times since our last visit. The same open grass under the same wide sky. A place I want to make new perfect memories with just her—memories we’re currently making. We camped here last night, just the two of us, taking picture after picture on my vintage camera — laughing, kissing, wrapped in blankets, making love under the stars. “Happy birthday, Luke,” Dre chimes again, her smile growing wider as she notices I am more awake. I smile warmly, pull

DRE’S POVA soft glow cast over Luke’s sleeping face. He looks so peaceful, his lips slightly parted, chest rising and falling steadily under my cheek. My mind keeps replaying what he confessed in the tub several nights ago. His wild secret fantasy.*Holding him down. Being mean. Taking what I want.*A thrill runs through me. I’ve never done anything like that before, but the idea of reducing Luke to nothing but desperate moans underneath me? It’s making me wet already.I shift carefully, straddling his waist. He stirs, eyes fluttering open, hazy with sleep. “Dre…?”“Shh.” I press a finger to his lips, then lean down, my hair falling around us like a curtain. “Don’t move unless I tell you to.”His eyes widen, pupils blowing dark with instant arousal. I feel him twitch beneath me through the thin fabric of his boxers. Good.I grab his wrists and pin them above his head, using my weight to hold him there. He’s stronger than me, but he doesn’t fight it. He ‘lets’ me, a mischievous grin t

DRE’S P.O.VThe celebration party for the Westfield Eagles is absolute chaos, and I love every second of it. Music thumps through the house, bodies grind on the makeshift dance floor, and red solo cups are everywhere. Luke is the hero of the night. He’s been carried on the shoulders of his teammates, toasted endlessly. His championship-winning shot replays on someone’s phone every ten minutes and the same excited reaction erupts like it's the first time witnessing it. “Here’s to Ford,” someone bellows, throwing another cup above his head. “Fuck, I don’t think I can drink anymore,” Luke whispers, smiling against the rim of his cup. “I’m sure you can drink just a little," I nudge him. "You earned it,” I giggle.He rolls his eyes, playful but puts the cup away regardless. “I’m driving.”Ian comes around and to my surprise he's with, Silver. He pulls Luke in for a hug. “You deserve this,” he mutters, holding Luke firmly on his shoulders. Silver smiles softly, pulling me for a hug to

LUKE’S P.O.VWestfield Eagles 52 – Reddians High 58. We’re playing against the undefeated teams in the whole region, and we’re losing.It’s the final quarter, six minutes left in the game that will decide the regional champions. The most anticipated game in the entire season. As Coach would say, it's “the game that means everything.”The court is electric, the roar of the crowd vibrating through the floorboards and into my bones. Reddians' supporters fill the away team's bleachers, and Westfield, the home team, is equally packed. College scouts line the sidelines, clipboards in hand, eyes sharp. I wipe sweat from my brow, jersey clinging to my back, feeling heavier than usual. Vincent, captain and my assist for one last time, claps me on the shoulder as we huddle up.“You good, man?” He asked, voice low but steady. “We’ve got this. Just like we practised.”I nod, jaw tight. “I won’t fail you again. I promised.”The drama about the sender had spread like wildfire the moment I return

LUKE’S P.O.VThe truth is out. The nightmare is finally ending. I lay on my back in Dre’s bed, the room dark except for the soft glow of the bedside lamp. Dre’s curled on top of me, her head resting on my chest, legs tangled with mine. My arms wrap securely around her waist, hands splay on her back. Her curls spill across my shoulder and neck, and every time I breathe in, I catch that intoxicating sweet vanilla scent that is so uniquely her. It grounds me. For the first time in months, the ugly burden is gone, and I can finally breathe again. It’s crazy how something that’s been haunting me for months could be unravelled in barely a couple of hours. I have Dre and her intuition to thank for it.No more texts from an unknown number. No more paranoia every time I left her house. No more lying awake wondering if today would be the day her life got destroyed because of me. And now, here we are.I stroke my thumb gently along her spine, careful not to wake her. But she does anyway.“Ar

VERA’S P.O.VHunter's eyes widened instantly, his features hardening."What did you say?" He demanded. He was forcing me to repeat it, even though he had heard me perfectly the first time.I really should have just stayed quiet. But how could I? I had known for weeks. He had let it slip completely by accident, and at the time, I hadn't known what to say or do with that information. All I knew was that Hunter always spat the truth whenever he was drunk, and his current reaction only proved it."You told me Mary was murdered," I murmured. "You were drunk.""Vera, I would never tell you something like that. When was this?" He asked, sitting up abruptly.So it’s true. Mary didn’t just die, she was killed..."Vera," Hunter called out sharply, dragging me out of my train of thought. "How do you know about this?"I blinked. Was I not supposed to know? Did he honestly plan on keeping something this severe away from me?"You were drunk," I repeated."God... no one knows about this." He ran a

VERA'S P.O.VThe phone rang, and I answered immediately, pressing it to my ear."I’m out front. Can you let me in?""Sure, I'm coming."The call ended. After putting on a night robe Ginger and I walked quietly across the room and down the hallway to the front door. I turned the key twice and pulled the handle. The door swung open, revealing Hunter standing there at two in the morning. He had changed into a hoodie, and his hair was a lot shorter too. Unfortunately, he didn't dye it light brown. I really missed his brown buzz cut."Hey," he said, noticing my silence, since I had just spent the last minute checking him out."Oh, sorry," I mumbled, stepping aside so he could come in. Ginger circled between my legs, keeping his sharp, glowing eyes fixed on Hunter. Hunter noticed the kitten straight away and smiled, though he kept a respectful distance without attempting to play with him. "He’s grown," Hunter noted as he followed us to my bedroom.I looked back over my shoulder and shrugge

HUNTER'S P.O.VVera adjusted her dress, then reached up to my face, her thumbs wiping away a stain of lip gloss from the corner of my mouth, teasing my lips. She smiled softly when she was done, and I took a small step back.Who the hell was I fooling when I wrote that damn note? Staying away from her was completely impossible for me. When she wanted distance, at least she was disciplined about it—she kept control and repeatedly begged me to leave her alone. But me? Not a chance. All she had to do was dart out her tongue, and I was completely done for.“What trip?”I blinked twice, slightly confused, and rubbed my head a little. The throbbing didn't feel as bad anymore; the triptands were finally kicking in.“What trip?” She repeated.Oh, fuck.Just like the gala, I had straight-up asked her to follow me somewhere without planning how to answer any of her follow-up questions. I couldn’t just tell her the truth—I wasn’t even allowed to. She hadn’t actually agreed to come with me yet, b

VERA’S POVI hadn’t even finished forming the invitation on my tongue, pill still glistening, lips parted, eyes locked on his—when Hunter crashed into me.The impact drove me back a half-step until my shoulders met the door. His mouth claimed mine in one hard, parting my lips with his and thrusting his hot tongue into me. His tongue swept into my mouth, searching for the pill as it reached the floor of my mouth. It found the pill at the base of mine and stole it clean. I felt the brief, slick drag of it leaving me, then he pulled back just far enough to swallow, throat working once, dry and sharp.A half whine, half plea left my mouth as my knees went liquid. I locked them harder and still swayed, gripping the front of his collar with both hands, light but desperate, the only thing keeping me upright. The fabric bunched under my fingers. I could feel the heat of his skin beneath it, the hard line of his collarbone.Hunter came right back.His mouth covered mine entirely again, deeper

HUNTER’S P.O.VThe added pressure only intensified the drilling pain throbbing constantly in my head. It had been three days since I asked Vera to return my medication, but it seemed she took pleasure in torturing me. For days, she had watched me suffer. She actively avoided me in class, left early with Charles so I wouldn’t get a chance to confront her, and once even ran off, disappearing into the crowd.Trying to get a refill so soon would definitely raise suspicion with my doctors. They would be determined to find out why the last dose had finished so quickly, and they'd likely assume I’d become addicted and stop prescribing them altogether. Were they addictive? I doubted it. All I knew was that my head was an absolute mess without them.The door swung open without a knock, flooding the office with a wave of bright, unwelcome light. Caught completely off guard, I flinched hard, struggling to shield my eyes from the glare.A familiar voice spoke in that sweet, delicate, and deceptive

HUNTER’S P.O.V“I said I’ll never hurt again, but her father...he’s the one making me do things that’ll hurt.”I rubbed the heel of my palm hard into my forehead, trying to ease out the pain I’ve grown used to knowing. Dr Raymond sat and watched, arms folded across the room. I’ve been losing my mind over Mr Haven’s demand, and I had no one to talk to for advice. When she asked if there was anything I wanted to discuss, I blurted it all out. I told her about Mr Haven, the mess I was in, and how I was caught between him and his daughter."“Everything I say here…” I slowed, suddenly cautious. “It’s confidential, right?”“Yes,” Dr Raymond said gently. “What you share with me remains confidential, except in situations where there is an immediate risk of serious harm to yourself or someone else, or where I’m legally required to report something.”I nodded then continued.“I thought putting distance between us would help.”Dr Raymond tilted her head slightly. “Help with what?”I shrugged, st