Deviant On The Ice
Everyone at the university knows Jarrah Vance as the untouchable captain of the hockey team. Rich, ruthless, and brutally cold, he commands the ice and controls the campus with an iron fist. Nobody dares cross him, and nobody knows the dark realities behind the locked doors of his seaside estate. Until Marlo Cleary stumbles into his sanctuary and finds a velvet box hidden beneath the floorboards. Inside lies a decade’s worth of unmailed letters all written about her. Every letter details moments she believed were completely private: the night her home burned, the shadow that protected her in an alleyway, and the exact moment he swore she would belong to him. When she confronts him, expecting denial or rage, Jarrah doesn't flinch. He calmly steps into her space, locks the door, and hands her a choice: walk away and pretend she never saw his obsession, or step into his violent, high stakes world and discover why the most dangerous man in Melbourne has been waiting for her all along. But as a web of lethal betrayals closes in around them, Marlo realizes the monster stalking her in the dark might be the only thing keeping her alive.
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Chapter: The Velvet BoxMarloI couldn't breathe. I couldn't move. My knees were pressed hard against the floorboards, my bleeding fingers still trembling over the horrific photograph of Aunt Siobhan handing cash to a masked hitman and having a hand to the fire accident My brain was shattering into a million pieces. The woman who had brushed my hair, the woman who had held me while I cried over my dead parents, was the monster who had paid to kill them.And the real monster of Monash University was standing right behind me.I heard the slow, heavy scrape of his boots on the thick Persian rug. He didn't rush. He didn't grab me. He just walked closer, his massive presence sucking all the remaining oxygen out of the dark, claustrophobic study.I finally managed to drag a breath from my burning lungs. I tried to scramble backward, to get away from the hidden hole in the floor, but my back hit something solid. Something completely immovable.Jarrah’s legs.He slowly crouched down right behind me. The heat radiat
Last Updated: 2026-09-11
Chapter: The SanctuaryMarlo I slammed my fists against the heavy door until the skin on my knuckles split."Let me out!" I screamed, my voice tearing through my raw throat. "Someone, please! Let me out!"My frantic cries bounced off the cold walls of the surveillance room, swallowed by the suffocating silence of the underground. I spun around, my back pressing hard against the locked door. My chest heaved, my lungs burning as I stared in absolute horror at the glowing monitors.On the largest screen, the masked man standing behind Aunt Siobhan hadn't moved. He was just a dark, towering shadow in our small, worn out living room. Siobhan was still calmly sipping her tea, her fragile, silver haired head resting against the back of the sofa, completely unaware that death was standing mere inches away from her."Auntie, turn around," I whispered, hot tears spilling down my cheeks. I pressed my hands to my mouth to muffle a sob. "Please, just turn around."As if the masked man could hear my desperate prayers th
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Chapter: Midnight ShiftsMarlo The weather outside was unnatural. A freak Antarctic blast had slammed into Port Phillip Bay, burying the coastal campus of Monash University under a heavy, blinding snowstorm. The wind against the reinforced glass of the athletic centre.I was shivering, my fingers numb inside my rubber gloves. But the cold wasn't what made my chest tight. It was the memory of last night.Jarrah’s voice still echoed in my ears. That was the most terrifying part. After trapping me in his study with a decade of his dark obsession, he had simply smiled, unlocked the door, and told me to run. Was it a game to him?. A predator giving his prey a head start.I should have never come back. I should have packed my bags, grabbed Aunt Siobhan, and fled Melbourne. But the harsh, humiliating truth of poverty is that it traps you long before a monster ever could. The heating bill was three weeks late. Siobhan’s cough was getting worse, and her pharmacy tab was maxed out. I couldn't afford to lose this clean
Last Updated: 2026-09-11
Chapter: The Ice King of MonashMarloI hated the cold, yet here I was, spending another Friday night breathing in the freezing air of the Monash University athletic center.I twisted out a heavy mop into the yellow bucket, my knuckles aching. The harsh fluorescent lights of the corridor buzzed above me, offering no heat, only a blinding headache. Through the thick glass doors at the end of the hall, the roar of the crowd was a muffled, continuous thunder.It was just a Friday scrimmage, a practice match before the real season started, but the stands were packed to the rafters. Everyone on campus worshipped the ice. More specifically, they worshipped the monsters who owned it.I pushed the mop down the hallway, keeping my head down. My oversized hoodie swallowed my frame, and I instinctively tugged the left sleeve down to cover my wrist. The thin silver scar there was a permanent reminder of the night my life burned to the ground. A reminder of why I needed this miserable, minimum lwage cleaning job. Forensic psycho
Last Updated: 2026-09-11
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