Novels by L.Dreams

Darren’s POVI was running through the hospital before I even understood how I got there.One moment Stella was grabbing my arm, telling me my sister had fainted, and the next moment my body had already moved without waiting for my mind. I didn’t even stop to think about my skates. I tore them off somewhere outside the entrance, my fingers shaking so badly I almost dropped them, and I ran inside barefoot like pain meant nothing anymore.It did hurt though.I felt it with every step.The sharp sting under my feet, small cuts opening one after another, warm drops of blood hitting the cold hospital floor, but I kept going anyway because none of it mattered if I was too late.People kept stepping aside as I rushed past them, voices calling after me, nurses asking me to slow down, but everything sounded distant, like I was underwater and the only clear thing in my head was her name.Priscilla.My sister.My only family left in this world.My chest felt tight as I turned another corner too

Darren’s POV“Darren! Focus or get off my field!”The coach’s voice cut through the rink like a blade, sharp and angry, echoing off the walls as if it wanted to hit me directly in the chest. I tightened my grip on my stick and forced myself to move again, but my body was already behind my mind. Every pass I made felt late, and every step felt heavy. I could hear skates scraping ice, teammates shouting, the coach’s whistle blowing again and again, but nothing was sticking in my head properly.“Again! Pass faster! You’re playing like you’ve never seen ice before!” the coach shouted.I nodded without really hearing him and pushed forward, but even I knew I was off. My timing was wrong. My reactions were slower than usual. That was not me. Or at least not the version of me everyone believed I was.Mark skated closer during a break in the drill, leaning slightly toward me while pretending to stretch.“Bro,” he muttered, “what’s wrong with you today?”“Nothing,” I said immediately.He rai

Asher’s POVPhilip texted me the location right after the game ended, and I didn’t really plan on coming at first, but after the coach meeting about the upcoming draft talk for elite leagues, I needed somewhere to clear my head before going home.The Falcons had been beaten tonight, and everyone knew it, so the energy in the city was either celebration or bitterness depending on which side you were on.The bar was easy to find. Maybe a little too easy since it was just around the corner of the hockey ring.Music was already spilling out into the street before I even stepped in, loud enough to feel it in my chest. Inside, it was crowded, warm, and full of people trying too hard to forget things. I scanned the room once before I spotted Philip at a table near the back, already waving like he owned the place.I walked over and sat down without saying much.Philip immediately leaned in like he had been waiting all night just to talk.“You missed it,” he said with a grin. “The Falcons are

Darren’s POV“Drink! Drink! Drink!”The chant was loud and rough, bottles knocking against each other as my teammates tried to shake off the loss. Someone pushed a beer into my hand and I didn’t argue, I just took it and drank, letting the bitter taste sit on my tongue longer than it should. It didn’t help, not really, but it gave me something to do instead of thinking about the scoreboard still stuck in my head.Icebulls had won us again.I dropped the bottle on the table and leaned back, dragging a hand over my face. The bar was packed, full of noise and heat, but it didn’t feel like a celebration on our side. It felt forced, like we were all pretending we didn’t care about losing for the three consecutive times.“We’ll get them next time,” Mark said beside me, already sounding drunk.I let out a quiet scoff. “You said that last time.”“And we will say it again,” he replied with a grin, lifting his bottle.I didn’t smile back, because it wasn’t just about losing to me.It was those