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Prove A Point

Auteur: Succy
last update Date de publication: 2026-11-09 14:33:50

The agony tearing through my entire being; the dizziness threatening to pull me to my knees; the blood I had lost, none of that mattered as I saw the fire licking through my house. The pain didn't matter as I raced up the stairs, calling out to her, searching for her with one hand covering my nose.

“Siri!”

I burst through the door of my room with my shoulder, and there, right in the middle of the room, was Siri, lying unconscious on the floor, surrounded by the flames. The frame of my bed was
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    Lillian stepped in alone, her eyes filled with tears. She looked just as bad as my father, but she still managed to smile.“You poor thing,” she whispered as she came to sit beside me, holding my hand softly even with the thick bandages. “Lillian,” I said softly, my throat and chest tight, but no tears came to my eyes. “Jackson…”“Is fine.” She scoffed softly, gently wiping a tear that had trailed down her cheek. “Well, as fine as he could be in this place, but his heart is still beating, and his condition isn't critical. So he’s… fine.”I nodded, aching to see him, to see with my own eyes that he was really okay, but that was impossible with the amount of pain I knew I'd feel once the painkillers wore off.“You’ve been through so much,” she choked out, her hand stroking my hair, a small, sad smile on her lips. “You’re so young, and yet you’ve been through it all. I wish there were some way I could take your pain. I wish I could take both your pain and burdens, so all you have to thi

  • Falling For My Hockey Stepbrother    Shocked And Panicked

    LILLIANSiri was the first to wake. It’s been over twenty hours, and I was with Jackson. He had fewer burn wounds on him, but he had suffered a gunshot wound and severe blood loss, so I couldn't even celebrate him having less serious burn wounds. My eyes were swollen from how much I'd been crying, and a headache was piercing through my skull, and yet I couldn't stop crying.“My boy,” I whispered as I cupped the side of his face, my tears blurring my vision of him. “My sweet boy.”It was hard to hold myself together, but I needed to. Marshall had already fallen apart. He hasn't moved from Siri’s bedside for twenty hours, so I needed to keep myself together. For all of us. News of what’s happened has spread all over the internet and TV channels, and I kept receiving calls from his friends, his old teammates, and even his new ones. The endless calls made it worse. It was making it so hard to hold myself together and not fall apart right there. But I couldn't… If I did, I wouldn't be

  • Falling For My Hockey Stepbrother    Prove A Point

    The agony tearing through my entire being; the dizziness threatening to pull me to my knees; the blood I had lost, none of that mattered as I saw the fire licking through my house. The pain didn't matter as I raced up the stairs, calling out to her, searching for her with one hand covering my nose. “Siri!”I burst through the door of my room with my shoulder, and there, right in the middle of the room, was Siri, lying unconscious on the floor, surrounded by the flames. The frame of my bed was coming down, spreading the fire faster. A part of the room was already gone, and the smoke was so thick that I had to hold my breath, my eyes burning. I didn't think, didn't pause to get my body wet; I charged right in. The heat was overpowering, like it was melting into my bones. I grunted as I raced to her, gritting my teeth and crying out in agony as I bent down to pick her up, away from Michael’s arms. I picked her up, straightening with pure, hot pain tearing through my very soul, but some

  • Falling For My Hockey Stepbrother    Hold On

    JACKSONEARLIERThe shot had come out of nowhere. One second, I was running towards him, and the next I was on my knees, a sharp, piercing pain tearing through my side. I looked down at my side to see blood. I pressed my hand to it, but the blood just seeped through my fingers. It took my mind quite some time to register what had happened, that I'd been shot. The gun hadn't even made a sound. I didn't hear a thing, but I was bleeding, on my knees, experiencing a new kind of pain I'd never experienced before. I heard those footsteps, but I couldn't look away from the blood soaking through my shirt, my fingers.“You’ll die here,” Michael said, his voice low. “Alone. With your name being slandered all over the internet. What a way to go.” He got close to me, standing in front of me while I remained on my knees, my breathing harsh, my hands shaking. He ripped my hand away from my wound, rubbing the gun all over my bloodied hand, and throwing it to the side. I stared at him with my jaw

  • Falling For My Hockey Stepbrother    Gave You Everything

    “FUCK!” Michael roared as her teeth tore right through skin, and she went in deeper, harder. “You bitch!”He hit her back, and she grunted, but didn't let up. He struggled, trying to throw her off him, but she had her legs pinned down, her arms locked around him, and she didn't budge. He hit her back over and over again, still trying to throw her off, and finally she let go, but not without taking a chomp off his neck with her teeth. “Fuck!” he screamed as he pressed his hands to his neck, trying to stop the blood, but it was bleeding so much.She staggered to her feet, losing her footing for a second, before she balanced again. She stared down at him with her lips stained red with his blood, her teeth even more red. She spat out the blood, and it landed on him. “If I have to lose the last bit of my soul, I will,” she snarled, swaying on her feet, wiping her mouth with her arm. “I will lose it, as long as I get to damn you to hell.”The blood wouldn't stop. She had torn through a ve

  • Falling For My Hockey Stepbrother    Say My Name

    “Jackson, this,” Michael snarled, his grip tightening on her hair, and she winced. “Jackson fucking that. How about you call out my name for fucking once? Huh?” He shook her by the hair, and when she winced again, he was tempted to let go. But then she whimpered, and any thoughts of letting go fled from his mind. “Call out my name, Siri.”But she kept silent, just stared at him with those eyes filled with fear and hate. Hate… finally, there it was, not that pathetic fear. Hate suited her eyes better, making them shine bright and so beautifully. “Come on, Siri,” he whispered as he leaned in closer to her face, so close he could taste her breath; he could feel that heat she always carried. That heat only he was capable of bringing out. “Say it. Whisper it like you whisper his name. Worship it. Say it like a prayer.”Her jaw moved, and he thought she was about to do as he said, but it turned out she was gathering saliva to spit on his face. He closed his eyes as the hot liquid landed on

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