Invisible To Her Bully
Unlike her twin brother, Jackson, Jessa struggled with her weight and very few friends. Jackson was an athlete and the epitome of popularity, while Jessa felt invisible.
Noah was the quintessential “It” guy at school—charismatic, well-liked, and undeniably handsome. To make matters worse, he was Jackson’s best friend and Jessa’s biggest bully.
During their senior year, Jessa decides it was time for her to gain some self-confidence, find her true beauty and not be the invisible twin.
As Jessa transformed, she begins to catch the eye of everyone around her, especially Noah.
Noah, initially blinded by his perception of Jessa as merely Jackson’s sister, started to see her in a new light. How did she become the captivating woman invading his thoughts? When did she become the object of his fantasies?
Join Jessa on her journey from being the class joke to a confident, desirable young woman, surprising even Noah as she reveals the incredible person she has always been inside.
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Chapter: Chapter 173NoahBy the time the final bell rang, all I wanted was silence.Not because the day was hard academically — I couldn’t even remember what half my teachers said — but because the whispers were getting under my skin in a way that made me want to break lockers.Jessa and I walked out of the cafeteria together — not holding hands, but close enough that people noticed.Which, apparently, was a crisis.I heard:“Why her?”“He can do better.”“She’s not even that pretty.”“She doesn’t wear makeup.”“Dude, he’s desperate.”Every whispered word felt like it hit me directly, even though the comments were about her.And she heard them too.I could see it in the way her shoulders tensed… relaxed… then tensed again.She was trying so damn hard not to let it show.I hated that for her.I hated that for me.But mostly?I hated that people seemed to think they had some say in who I wanted.Spoiler:They didn’t.⸻Practice rolled around, and the locker room felt loud enough to crack concrete.Jackson
Última actualización: 2025-12-07
Chapter: Chapter 172MariahThere are moments where I sit back and think,Damn… my best friend is actually handling this.And today?Jessa was doing exactly that.The whole makeup conversation, the whispers, the sideways comments — she handled it without shrinking into herself. For the first time all year, she wasn’t folding like a cheap lawn chair.I was so proud I could’ve cried.I was leaning forward mid–eye roll at Shane’s rant about contouring when something brushed lightly across the small of my back.Not a hand.Jackson’s hand.He was already sitting beside me — had been since the start of lunch — but now he shifted closer, thumb gliding once before he pulled away like he hadn’t meant to do it.My stomach flipped.I shot him a tiny smirk, one only he could see.He pretended nothing happened, staring hard at his tray like his mashed potatoes had personally offended him.Cute.Very cute.Before I could say anything snarky, Chris brought up Homecoming.“So we’re still on for the group thing, right? Sa
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Chapter: Chapter 171JessaBy Monday, it felt like the whole school had watched that kiss in slow motion.They probably had.I’d had an amazing weekend — which, honestly, still felt weird to think about. Saturday, Noah and I hung out on his back porch, sharing junk food and listening to music while his little sister made fun of us for “being disgusting and in love.” Sunday, we spent way too long on the phone, talking about nothing and everything until my battery died mid-sentence.For once, I didn’t dread Monday.That lasted… about fifteen minutes.Because apparently, Ridgeville High loved nothing more than a new storyline. And this week’s trending topic was:Noah Carter is dating Jessa Lombardi.I heard it the second I walked through the doors.“No way, did you see them on the field?”“Yeah, he kissed her. Like full-on movie scene.”“Maybe he lost a bet.”“Or maybe he has a type?”“What type? She’s not even—” whisper, whisper, giggle.By lunchtime, the whispers had gotten sharper.“Honestly, what does he
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Chapter: Chapter 170JessaThe stadium lights always made everything look unreal.Too bright. Too sharp. Too much.But tonight, standing in the packed Ridgeville stands with Mariah practically vibrating beside me, everything felt even louder. The kind of buzzing energy that makes your pulse flutter and your breath come short.It didn’t help that every time Noah stepped on the field, my stomach flipped over like it was trying to do gymnastics it had no business attempting.It also didn’t help that Mariah noticed.“Oh my god,” she hissed, elbowing me. “You’re glowing. You look like you swallowed Christmas lights.”“I do not!” I whisper-yelled.“You absolutely do.”I tried focusing on the scoreboard, the field, literally anything else… but my eyes kept going back to him.Noah Carter.Shoulders like armor. Determination in every step. Mud streaking his jersey. Focus carved into his face like the world depended on this game.And when the announcer had said his name at the start, he looked up toward the stands.
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Chapter: Chapter 169NoahThird quarter, their offense scored on a busted coverage. 21–14. Crowd groaned. Clear Springs’ section went nuts.On the sideline, my muscles thrummed with restless energy. Every time we got the ball, I dug in harder. Hit harder. Drove my guy off the line like he’d insulted my family.Somewhere in the third, on a timeout, I dared a quick glance at the stands.Jessa was still there. Standing now. Hands clenched around a foam finger, eyes glued to the field, lips moving like she was whispering prayers or curses or both. Mariah was yelling at the refs, obviously.I wanted to do something for her. For them. For all of this.Fourth quarter. Clock bleeding down.We were still down by seven.Coach pulled us in on the sideline after a defensive stop. 2:10 left. Our ball. Time for one real drive.He looked at Jackson first. “You good?”Jackson just nodded once, that locked-in QB face on.Then Coach turned to me. “Carter.”“Yeah, Coach?”“This series is on both of you. Keep him upright. Ma
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Chapter: Chapter 168NoahFriday nights always smelled like cut grass, sweat, and somebody burning hotdogs too long on the grill.Normally that calmed me down.Not tonight.First game without Daniel.First snap without his stupid commentary. First warmup without his voice echoing across the field, hyping himself up louder than anyone else.The air felt different.Lighter.Tighter.Both.I stood on the sideline in full gear, helmet in my hand, watching the stands fill up under the stadium lights. Ridgeville blue everywhere. Posters. Painted faces. The band warming up in the corner like they were ready to go to war with brass.Coach blew his whistle to get us into a huddle.“Clear Springs is going to hit hard,” he said, eyes sharp, visor pushed up. “They’re pissed they lost your golden boy last week.”Golden boy.Daniel.A couple of the guys shifted uncomfortably. Nobody said his name, but we were all thinking it.Coach scanned our faces. “We are not walking into this like some soap opera. You hear me? They
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Breaking The Ice Between Us
Four years ago, Harper Lane swore she’d never fall for a hockey player—especially not him.
Logan Shaw was everything she promised herself to avoid: arrogant, talented, and allergic to anything resembling feelings. Back in freshman year, he was the rising star of Hartwell University’s hockey team. She was the quiet girl who saw through the charm and walked away before he could bruise her pride.
Now it’s senior year, and Logan is co-captain of the team, living in the infamous Ice House where parties, hookups, and rivalry rule. He’s got NHL scouts watching, his best friend as captain, and a reputation that keeps him safely unattached. He likes it that way—until Harper steps back into his world, no longer the shy girl he remembers.
She’s confident, smart, and infuriatingly composed—President of her sorority and laser-focused on grad school. Harper doesn’t have time for Logan’s games. But when campus tradition forces their worlds to collide, the line between old tension and new desire starts to melt.
What begins as banter and rivalry turns into something that neither of them planned—and something Logan isn’t sure he deserves. Because breaking the ice between them means letting her see the cracks underneath the surface.
And Harper knows that once she lets him in, there’s no going back.
It’s the last year, the last chance, and maybe, just maybe, the last time they can pretend not to care.
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Chapter: Chapter 43Logan POVThe second she says, “I don’t want to pretend,” something in my chest snaps.I’ve taken hits that knocked the air out of my lungs. None of them compare to that.She doesn’t even say it loud. It’s barely more than a breath, but it lands like a body check straight to the ribs.I’ve spent years pretending with her. Acting like she’s background noise. Acting like I only see one kind of girl. Acting like I don’t notice every time she walks into a room.And now she’s standing here in my house, flushed and furious and shaking, saying she doesn’t want to pretend anymore.“Say that again,” I hear myself ask, because I need to be sure I didn’t imagine it.She wets her lips, eyes blown wide. “I don’t want to pretend.”Yeah. That does it.My hand finds her lapel before I can think better of it, fingers curling hard in the fabric like she’s the only thing keeping me upright.“Take it off, Harper.”The words come out deeper than I intend, low and rough and way too honest.Heat rushes up h
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Chapter: Chapter 42Harper POVHis mouth is on mine and suddenly every rule I’ve built for myself collapses like a bad card house.This was supposed to be a conversation.A confrontation.Me demanding answers.Instead, I’m pinned against the wall of the Ice House, my fingers tangled in the front of his hoodie like I’m the one holding him there, like if I let go he might vanish.He kisses me like he’s been holding back for years.Too much.Too intense.Too good.My brain keeps whispering this is a bad idea, this is a bad idea, this is a terrible idea—But my body doesn’t care.His hand tightens at my waist, fingers curling into the fabric of my coat. I feel the heat of his palm even through all the layers. Every nerve under his touch lights up like someone flipped a switch.I tip my chin, part my lips, and he groans into my mouth, low and rough and desperate. The sound sinks straight through me, settling low in my stomach, hot and heavy.“Logan,” I breathe against his lips, not sure if it’s a plea or a wa
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Chapter: Chapter 41Logan POVCold air hits my lungs like punishment as I walk, hands shoved deep in my pockets, head down. The streets between campus and the Ice House are quiet at this hour—just the hum of passing cars and the crunch of gravel under my sneakers.I should feel good.We won. I played my ass off. I shut everything out and became exactly what I’m supposed to be.But the second the noise faded, the second the guys pulled me into that bar full of neon and bodies and too-sweet perfume, everything crashed right back in.Every fucking thing about her.I didn’t even last twenty minutes before I bailed.Now I just need to breathe. Or break something. Or sleep for ten hours.Preferably all three.I cut across the parking lot, the Ice House glowing faint behind the trees. Almost there.Then I hear it.“Logan!”I stop.That voice. Sharp, breathless, maddeningly familiar.I turn and see her jogging toward me, red coat unzipped, hair bouncing around her face, cheeks flushed from the cold.Harper Lane.
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Chapter: Chapter 40Harper POVThe bar is louder than it has any right to be on a Friday night — loud enough that the floor vibrates under my boots when we walk in. Warm bodies crowd the front, and the smell of beer and fried food hits like a wall.I’m immediately regretting this.Kenzie practically shoves me through the doorway. “Relax, Harper, we’re here for school spirit!”“Right,” Mia snorts behind me. “Spirit. Definitely not because a certain hockey captain might be here.”Lila loops her arm around mine so I can’t escape. “You promised not to be boring.”“I didn’t promise that,” I mumble.But it doesn’t matter — because as soon as my eyes adjust to the dim lights, Lila gasps.“Oh my God. I see Marco and Cole.”Of course she does.Of course.Before I can even form a protest, she drags me across the bar, dodging two drunk freshmen and a couple making out aggressively against a pillar.Cole spots us first, lifting his chin in a silent greeting, wearing that easy smile that somehow always makes me relax
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Chapter: Chapter 39HarperThe car is still warm from the heater when we pull out of the arena parking lot, the windows fogged at the corners, the air buzzing with leftover game hype.Kenzie’s driving like she’s in a Fast & Furious audition, music low but thumping.Mia is in the passenger seat scrolling TikTok.Lila and I are in the back, her arm hooked through mine like she’s afraid I’ll bolt.“Okay,” Kenzie announces, slapping her palm on the steering wheel, “I vote we go out.”“No,” I say immediately.“Yes,” Mia says at the exact same time.Lila pats my thigh. “Harper, come on. It’s Friday, we just dominated on the ice, you wore your cute red scarf, and the bar’s probably packed with people celebrating.”“Exactly why I don’t want to go,” I mutter.Kenzie snorts. “You literally just watched a hundred hockey players skate around for two hours.”“That was different.”“How?” Mia twists around in her seat to stare at me. “Because you weren’t three feet away from the one who kissed you?”I sink lower in the
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Chapter: Chapter 38LoganVictory tastes like cheap beer and bad lighting.The bar near campus is packed—students, locals, a few alumni who still act like they’re twenty-one. The music’s loud, the floors sticky, and the booths overflowing with bodies pressed far too close.Classic post–game chaos.The guys are eating it up.Marco’s already got two girls in his lap, both batting their lashes like it’s a sport. Zack’s at the dartboard showing off his “deadly aim” to a blonde who keeps giggling even when he misses by a mile. Cole’s somewhere near the bar charming a waitress into giving him an extra basket of fries.And me?I’m sitting at the edge of the booth, sipping Coke instead of beer, pretending this is fun.Pretending I’m fine.Because that’s what I’m supposed to be after a win.Loose. Loud. Ready to celebrate.Except all I feel is restless.My knee won’t stop bouncing. My jaw keeps clenching. Every laugh around me grates like sandpaper.One of the girls hanging off Marco’s shoulder leans over and tra
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The Cursed Alpha’s Wolfless Omega
Elara has spent her entire life as nothing more than a shadow in the Bloodfang Pack.
Born wolfless, she is considered cursed, lower than even the weakest omega. Beaten down, starved, and treated as a slave, her only goal is survival. Until the night she learns the unthinkable—she’s to be traded to a rival pack as part of a ruthless bargain.
Alpha Kael of the Ironhide Pack is feared across the territories. Known for his unmatched strength and merciless rule, he is whispered about like a monster from the old tales. But Kael hides a secret of his own: he is cursed. His wolf is a savage, uncontrollable beast, and only a mate strong enough to bear his bloodline can break the darkness threatening to consume him.
When Kael claims Elara, it’s not for love or kindness—it’s for power, for heirs, and for his pack’s survival.
Torn from the only home she’s ever known, Elara enters a world even more dangerous than the one she left behind. Surrounded by enemies, she must navigate Kael’s harsh court, where loyalty is earned through blood and betrayal lurks in every shadow.
But Kael is nothing like Garrick, and Elara soon realizes there is more to the feared Alpha than his brutal reputation. Underneath his icy control lies a man fighting against his curse—and fighting against the unexpected pull he feels toward the fragile, defiant omega he claimed.
She was supposed to be a tool.
He was supposed to be her captor.
But when destiny intertwines their fates, Elara and Kael must decide whether their bond will be their salvation… or their destruction.
The Cursed Alpha’s Wolfless Omega is a dark, slow-burn, fated-mates romance filled with danger, passion, and redemption.
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Chapter: Chapter 94TiberiusThere are some truths the wind brings whether you ask for them or not.Tonight, it brought me here.I didn’t choose to step into Kael’s fortress. The choice was made long before I was born, long before Kael, long before Elara ever drew breath under a stolen roof.The moment her light split the witch’s fog, I felt it.A crack.In the curse.In the Veil.In the lie we’ve all been living.The world shuddered.I was standing on the cliffs above my own lands, watching a storm roll in from the north, when it hit me. My wolf dropped to his knees inside my chest. My bones hummed with recognition.The bloodline has awakened, the wind whispered.The hidden heir has chosen.Elara.I knew her name before I met her.I knew Kael’s too. I’ve been watching that boy since he was barely more than a pup — angry, haunted, already marked by a curse he didn’t understand. A curse meant for a king.It settled on him instead.Because the world never misses an opportunity to be cruel.So when the Veil
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Chapter: Chapter 93RoninThe night air is wrong.I’ve patrolled these forests since Kael was barely old enough to shift. I know every path, every deer trail, every Wildwood gust. But tonight the trees whisper with something colder.Something watching.I tighten my grip on the double-edged knife sheathed against my thigh. Not because I need it — my wolf is more weapon than blade — but because the instinct settles the unease twisting in my gut.Kael is in the fortress.Elara is with him.And I can’t shake the feeling that something is coming for both of them.I exhale slowly, testing the wind.Smoke.Pine.The faint metallic tang of magic.Magic that does not belong in our lands.My wolf rises under my skin.Find it. Destroy it. Protect Alpha and mate.Yeah. That’s the plan.I angle left, toward the ravine. The moon is high, the shadows deep. But even in darkness, I catch it:A flicker.A glint of something silver hanging on a thorn branch.I approach slowly.A scrap of fabric.Not cloth — something tough
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Chapter: Chapter 92Sleep does not take me gently.It drags me under.One moment, I’m lying in Kael’s bed — his scent wrapped around me like armor, his heat still lingering on my skin from where he held me until exhaustion claimed him. The next, the world tilts sideways and my vision blurs.My wolf tries to push through the dark.No. Not again. Don’t go.Stay with mate.But I can’t.Something pulls harder.Not the witch.Not Kael.Something woven deeper into my bones.Blood.A shadow inside my blood that wasn’t there before tonight.My breath disappears.The darkness cracks—And I fall.Cold.That’s the first thing.Cold so deep it wraps around my bones and squeezes.I open my eyes and I’m standing in a place I’ve never been, yet recognize instinctively.Stone floors.Broken pillars.A ceiling lost to darkness.Wind that whispers through ruins in a voice that sounds almost like… sobbing.I’m in a throne room.No throne.No king.Just echoes.My wolf snarls at my feet, fur bristling, golden eyes sweeping
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Chapter: Chapter 91ElaraKael doesn’t let go of me, even when Myri tries to fuss with poultices and herbs.Even when Ronin pokes his head into the healer’s wing, sees my tear-stained face pressed against Kael’s throat, and immediately backs out without a word.Even when the torches burn low and the room empties.He holds me like I’m something fragile.I hate it.And I need it.My fingers curl into the fabric of his shirt, feeling the steady rise and fall of his chest beneath my cheek. His heartbeat is slow, powerful — not calm, no, Kael is never calm — but steady enough to anchor the parts of me that feel like they’ve been torn open.I breathe him in. Pine. Iron. Smoke. And something warmer underneath. Something I don’t know the name for yet.He murmurs against my hair. “Elara.”I don’t answer at first.Because if I open my mouth, I don’t know whether I’ll cry again or scream.My wolf presses against my ribs, curling herself around Kael’s warmth.Mate. she says with stubborn certainty.Safe.Ours.But a
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Chapter: Chapter 90KaelThe scream shatters the hallway.Sharp. Raw. Terrified.Her voice.My body reacts before thought catches up.One moment I’m in the corridor just outside the war room, speaking with Lucian about border rotations.The next—I’m running.No—not running.Shifting.Fur ripples down my spine, claws erupt from my fingertips, teeth elongate in my mouth as I slam into the healer’s wing doorway shoulder-first, splintering wood, growling like a feral beast.I don’t remember choosing the shift.I don’t remember breathing.I only remember her.“Elara!”My voice is half-human, half-wolf, a twisted snarl of fear.Myri jumps aside so fast she nearly trips on her own staff. The curtain is still swaying when I rip it away with enough force to tear the fabric from the ceiling.Elara is thrashing in the cot.Her back arched.Fingers clawing at the sheets.Eyes squeezed shut.Sweat glistening on her brow.Her breath comes in gasps like she’s drowning.My heart stops.Stops.Then slams back to life w
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Chapter: Chapter 89ElaraI’m not sure what wakes me.The healer’s wing is dim, lit only by dying embers in the wall sconces. Kael isn’t beside me anymore — not touching me, not hovering — but his scent still saturates the air, anchoring me more than the mattress beneath me ever could.My fingers curl into the blanket.I don’t like waking without him.My wolf stirs, stretching beneath my skin like she’s been dozing lightly, waiting for me to rise.Mate close. Not far. Safe.That should comfort me.It doesn’t.Because something else stirs with her.A whisper.Soft.Faint.Like wind dragging itself through thin branches.My breath catches.I sit up too fast, pain flaring through my ribs, but I push through it. My eyes scan the room — Myri asleep in her chair, a few herbs drying near the windows, the sound of distant footsteps echoing faintly from the halls.Nothing threatening.Nothing strange.Except the whisper in my blood.Elara…My wolf snaps her head toward the sound — not with fear, but with instinct
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