Novels by Rinna R

I got up in the early morning and dragged myself into my bathroom to take a much needed cold shower. Half an hour later, I returned to my bedroom.I reached for my towel, rubbing my hair dry, already planning how quickly I could get dressed and disappear from the house.As soon as my hand clutched the bottle of lotion, there was a knock at my door.The sound made my shoulders tense instantly."Come in", I called facing the door.I didn’t bother turning around. I assumed it was my mother, maybe reminding me to eat something, maybe asking if I was leaving early.The person who entered inside immediately made my anger to rise. It was no else but Sophie.Why did she arrive so early?.The sight of her standing there ,fully dressed, hair neatly done, suitcase probably already unpacked somewhere downstairs sent irritation flaring through me like a struck match. Too early. Too soon. Too close. I hadn’t even prepared myself to exist in the same space as her yet, and somehow she was already in

“Liam, where were you?”My mother’s voice followed me up the staircase and down the barely lit hall. I startled so badly when I heard that dominant voice of hers suddenly behind me. I nearly knocked over the antique vase perched on its pedestal near the landing, one of her prized possessions that no one is allowed to touch.I caught the vase just in time and exhaled.When I turned, she was already there, arms crossed, watching me with that look, the one that said she’d been worried but would never admit it outright.“I was at school practicing but we lost again,” I said with a groan, tilting my head back until it brushed the wall. “And Hudson got on my nerves.” I added.She clicked her tongue softly, clearly unimpressed, and followed me as I pushed open the door to my room. She stood near the doorway for a moment, then moved closer, perching on the edge of the chair next to my bed.“I don’t like it when you come back late,” she said, softer now. “I get worried.”“I’m fine, Mom,” I mut

Pretending he didn’t exist, I undressed quickly , turned away and headed for the showers.My own smell finally hit me instantly and it made my nose wrinkle. I stepped behind the curtain and twisted the knob, turning the water hot instead of cold for once.I needed it.The heat poured down over my shoulders, sinking deep into aching muscles, loosening knots that felt carved into my body. I stayed there longer than usual, letting the water beat against me until the tension dulled and my wild thoughts slowed.When I finally felt relaxed , I shut the water off, wrapped a towel around my waist and made my way back to my locker. I pulled on basketball shorts, a loose T-shirt, and slipped my feet into my tennis shoes. Then I sat down, elbows resting on my knees, staring at the floor.It had to be around nine by now and my mom was probably worried about me.Fatigue settled over me and my eyelids drooped despite my best efforts. I hoped I wouldn’t nod off on the drive home, though that was un

My heart felt like bursting out of my chest.Every breath I took in made my throat raw, dry and desperate, like my body was begging for water and being cruelly ignored. The muscles in my legs screamed with every step, a deep, throbbing ache that traveled from my calves straight up into my hips. I felt unsteady, like if I slowed down even a fraction more, my body would simply give up and fold in on itself.I was right on the edge of shutting down. It was miserable, bonedeep, all-consuming exhaustion and it made the anger burn hotter.Hudson Capaldi, on the other hand, looked infuriatingly composed.He ran ahead of me at an easy, steady pace, posture relaxed, strides smooth, like this was nothing more than a warm-up. Every time I glanced at him, it felt like someone was tossing more fuel onto the already raging fire in my chest. He didn’t even look back. Didn’t acknowledge the punishment, the loss, or the fact that this entire situation was his fault.I was seriously considering the po

LIAM'S POVSweat practically streamed down my face like a waterfall, soaking into the padding of my helmet and sliding down my temples as I angrily bit down on my mouth guard.We were in the last minutes of the game but I was completely fed up.It was just a friendly match but my team was losing so badly. I groaned at the sensation, when my teammates gathered around me during the brief pause, helmets off, sweat-soaked and panting. A few of them patted my shoulder, some of them gave me a tight nod, silent gestures of encouragement, of shared misery and moral support.It didn’t help.We all knew how this was going to end. You could see it in their eyes, in the sag of their shoulders, in the way no one bothered pretending otherwise. The loss was already settling in.My eyes shifted and landed on one person, someone who irritated me throughout the entirety of the game - number 12.Of course.He stood a few yards away, hands on his hips like he owned the damn field, chest rising steadil