Novels by Sugar Writes

Akira’s POV I couldn't stop smiling. Maybe it was because Justin had been reinstated on the hockey team, maybe it was because things between us had become so easy lately. Or maybe it was simply because I was in love. I sat beside Justin during lunch, my shoulder pressed against his as we shared a sandwich. “You're eating my food again,” he complained. I looked at him innocently. “Your food tastes better.” “You said that yesterday.” “And I'll say it tomorrow.” He laughed and shook his head. I smiled at him. There was something about the way Justin looked at me lately. His eyes always seemed softer whenever we were alone. “You're staring,” I whispered. “So?” “So it's embarrassing.” “I don't care.” I rolled my eyes, but I couldn't stop smiling. Justin reached underneath the table and took my hand. “I'm glad I'm back on the team,” he said. “Me too.” “Mostly because I get to see you waiting for me after practice.” I laughed softly. “You're so cheesy.” “And you love it.” I lo

Kael's POV “Justin?” I stared at Coach. He nodded. “Justin.” “But why?” Coach sighed and handed me the paper. “He isn't being removed permanently.” I looked at him, confused. “Then what is this?” “His grades.” I blinked. “His grades?” “Yes. His chemistry grade dropped badly, and the school has a policy. Any student-athlete whose grades fall below the required level has to sit out until he gets back on track.” I looked at the list again. “So he can't play in the championship?” “Not unless he fixes it.” My heart sank. The championship was only weeks away. “Coach, Justin has been working hard.” “I know.” “He's one of our best players.” “I know that too.” Coach sighed. “But rules are rules.” I nodded slowly. “Can he get back on the team?” “Yes.” “How?” “He needs to improve his grade and pass the next assessment.” I smiled. “Then he'll be back.” Coach gave me a small smile. “That depends on him.” I folded the paper. “I'll talk to him.” “Good.” As I walked away, I couldn'

Camila's POVThe room went quiet after Dad asked the question.“Who is Adrienne?”I swallowed. I hadn't meant to say his name. “I... I was talking about someone at school.” Mom looked at me for a moment before smiling softly.“Your father isn't asking because he's angry, sweetheart.” Dad sighed. “We're not trying to pressure you.”I looked at him. “Then why are you talking about marriage already?” “You're still in school,” he said. “Nobody is asking you to get married tomorrow.”I blinked. “Then what is this?” Mom lifted the envelope.“It's simply an invitation. His family wants both families to have dinner sometime this weekend.” I stared at it.“That's all?” “That’s all.” Dad nodded.“We thought it would be nice for you to meet him properly. Nothing is decided.” I released a breath I didn't realize I'd been holding.“So I can say no?” “Yes.” Dad's answer came immediately. “If you meet him and you don't like him, you don't have to continue anything.”I looked at Mom. She nodded.“You

Camila's POVI stood outside the house for almost a minute before I finally opened the door. My mother's words were still ringing in my head.We need to talk tonight. I already knew what the conversation was about. The arrangement. I walked into the living room.Mom was sitting on the couch, and Dad was beside her. The moment I saw them together, my stomach tightened.“Camila,” Dad said. “Hi.” “Come and sit.” I slowly sat across from them. Mom reached for my hand. “We've been discussing your future.” I swallowed.“My future?” “Yes.” Dad leaned forward.“You're old enough to understand that some decisions cannot be left until the last minute.” I nodded slowly. “What decision?” Mom exchanged a glance with Dad.Then she smiled. “We've found someone suitable for you.” My heart sank. I looked down at my hands.“Mom…” “Please listen first.” “I know what you're going to say.” Dad frowned. “You don't know anything yet.”“Yes, I do.” I looked up. “You want me to marry someone.”Silence.Mom si

Adrienne's POVI stared at Camila's message for what felt like forever. I'm scared of what will happen if you find out.My first instinct was to call her, my second was to ask what she was talking about. But I remembered her other message. Please don't ask me about it tomorrow.So I didn't. I simply typed: You don't have to tell me anything you're not ready to say.I watched the typing bubble appear. Disappear. Appear again. Then her reply came. Thank you.I smiled faintly. Whatever she was hiding, I wasn't going to force it out of her. If it took time, I'd give her time. If she needed space, I'd give her space.But I wasn't giving up on her, not yet.>>>>>>>>Camila's POVI put my phone down and stared at the ceiling. I shouldn't have sent that message. Now Adrienne would be curious. He'd start asking questions. And eventually, he'd discover everything.I closed my eyes. My parents had always planned my future. They had always told me what was best.Who I should associate with, what

Adrienne's POVI don't know when it started. Maybe it was the way Camila laughed whenever someone said something stupid, maybe it was the way she always pushed her hair behind her ear whenever she was concentrating. Or maybe it was the way she somehow made even the most boring school mornings feel less boring.Whatever it was… I was in trouble.I sat at the back of the classroom, pretending to read my notes while watching Camila across the room. She was talking to Akira. She laughed. And I smiled without even realizing it.“You're staring.”I nearly jumped. Kael dropped into the seat beside me.“I wasn't.” He followed my gaze, then he looked back at me.“Oh.” I frowned. “What?” He grinned.“You're staring at Camila.” “I am not.” “You absolutely are.” I looked down at my notebook.“I'm just looking around.” “Right.” He leaned closer. “Should I call her for you?” “No.”“Why not?” “Because there's nothing to call her for.” He laughed.“Adrienne.” “What?” “You like her.” I rolled my eyes.