Novels by Lovely Writer

ATHENAThe thick calluses on his palms pressed through the thin nylon of my track jacket, creating points of burning heat against my skin. Resting his forehead gently against mine, our breaths mixed in small, rhythmic white clouds under the harsh, buzzing overhead stadium lights."You think I’m just trying to stay on top of an investment, Athena," Jeremiah murmured. His voice scraped low across the quiet ice, carrying a weight that demanded attention. A heavy sigh vibrated through his torso, transferring the physical movement directly into my ribs. "But you don't get how this place works.""Then explain it to me," I replied. Keeping my tone hushed felt necessary, as if speaking too loudly would shatter the fragile, pressurized bubble enclosing us. "Because right now, it feels like everyone has a hidden agenda. Nobody does anything in this league without a contract or a selfish motive attached to it."Stepping a fraction closer, his skates carved a tiny, sharp groove into the frozen su

ATHENA“What?”"I’m maintaining momentum, Cole," Jeremiah fired back. His chest heaved with exertion, his dark eyes locking onto mine. "Maybe if your drill structures actually factored in realistic transition times instead of theoretical geometry, I wouldn't have to compensate for the lag.""My geometry got you five goals on Saturday." I gripped the shaft of my stick, my knuckles paling. "Your puck protection is sloppy because you’re relying on brute force instead of actual finesse.""Finesse doesn't win board battles against Westmore's defensive line," he retorted, taking a slow, menacing step closer. "But I guess you’re the expert on what Westmore wants."My jaw tightened so hard my back teeth ground together. A phantom ringing started in my ears. He knew exactly where to hit to leave a bruise. The reference to Luca and my past mistakes acted like gasoline on an open flame."Watch your mouth," I warned, my voice dropping an octave."Or what?" Jeremiah challenged, his grip tightening

ATHENAExiting the brutalist architecture of the humanities building, the humid air hit my face like a hot, wet towel. The midday sun beat down mercilessly on the concrete walkways, reflecting a harsh, blinding glare off the massive windows of the student center. Scanning the crowded plaza for Tessa’s bright curls yielded zero results among the sea of undergraduates rushing between summer lectures.Sweat prickled the back of my neck. Weaving through a pack of freshmen riding electric scooters, I dodged a guy balancing three iced coffees in a cardboard carrier. I finally spotted her. She leaned against a poured-concrete planter outside the campus juice bar, her thumbs flying aggressively across her phone screen."I’ve been tracking you for ten minutes," I said, stopping next to her and wiping my forehead with the back of my hand. "I thought you got abducted by the math department."Looking up, Tessa slid the device into the back pocket of her denim cutoffs. "Please, I’d rather go to f

ATHENAThe heavy, lingering silence from the morning's explosive fight with Jeremiah suffocated my Westwood apartment. Pacing a tight circle across the worn rug in the living room, the friction between my tightly clenched jaw muscles hadn't eased a single fraction all day. The orange hue of the setting sun filtered weakly through the blinds, casting long, stark shadows against the walls.My phone screen suddenly lit up on the cheap wooden coffee table, buzzing violently against the surface. Snatching it up, I swiped the glowing screen and pressed the device heavily against my ear."Athena?" Tessa's voice crackled aggressively over the line. "Oh my god, turn the TV down, I literally have the ultimate tea. Maya Reeves actually agreed to speak to us."Stopping dead in my tracks, my chest tightened painfully, restricting my oxygen."Wait, what?" I demanded, the phone slipping slightly against my sweating palm. "Are you serious right now? Tessa, Maya entirely ghosted the collegiate hockey

ATHENA The humid air hung heavy in Bruin Plaza, a thick, stagnant layer of smog that tasted faintly of roasted street corn, overpriced espresso, and cheap hairspray. Strolling into the center of the campus rally, the environment felt less like a university event and more like a low-budget teen movie set. Students roamed the concrete walkways in unhinged costumes—two guys sprinted past us trapped inside giant, overheating inflatable bear suits, while a group of dance majors in vintage 80s neon fitness gear practiced a routine near the steps.Tessa bumped her shoulder against mine, shaking a massive plastic cup of lemonade. "If anyone asks, I don't know the guys in the bear suits. Also, your hair looks surprisingly calm today despite the heat wave. That takes skill.""Compliment accepted," I murmured, keeping my pace steady. "Let’s just grab the rally schedules from Talia and get back to the rink before the traffic on Sunset gets completely locked up."Cutting through the dense crowd

ATHENAHe didn't stop. He sped up his fingers, pumping faster, adding a third finger now, stretching me wider, filling me deeper. The stretch bordered on pain, but it melted into pleasure, my walls clenching around his invading digits. He twisted his wrist, driving them in at a different angle, and I cried out, my nails raking down his back.His mouth left my nipple with a wet pop. He lifted his head, those dark eyes locked onto mine, his lips slick and swollen. "Look at me," he growled, his voice low and rough. I obeyed, meeting his gaze as his fingers continued their relentless rhythm inside me. He slowed, just slightly, letting me feel every inch of his invasion—the way his fingers spread, the way his knuckles dragged against my wet folds.I was trembling now. My thighs quivered, my stomach muscles clenching as that pressure built deep in my pelvis. His thumb circled my clit with lazy precision, smearing my slick arousal around the sensitive nub, not quite giving me enough pressure