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Surrounded

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last update تاريخ النشر: 2026-06-03 21:57:54

ZAYDEN

Sweat formed on my palm, my breath turning heavy, coming in short ragged pants.

The room blurred before my eyes and I felt something wet trickle down my nose. I touched it. Another blood. It was quickly wiped with my hankerchief, and I exhaled.

I took a step forward, my eyes sweeping through the room. There was no sign of Kael. Wasn't he here? I stylishly moved between rows, coming closer to the players.

I didn't want any possibility of missing him when he's actually there. He's not
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  • Hate to love you: The star's forbidden obsession   Mad with pain

    ZAYDENEven pulling on my shorts felt like hard work with one arm dislocated. I managed to pull on my underwear and track suit. I don't think I will be able to manage pulling on my skinny jeans with the current situation of my arm. My locker had quite a good amount of clothes in them. The bloody ones I pulled off were stored in a zip lock bag and thrown into the lower section where I kept my sports shoes. The pain in my arm was going straight to my heart, confusing me.The pain felt stronger than normal. What's going on? Was it because I initially had an impact on it when Liora hit me earlier in the day? The double impact must be taking a toll on it. “At least I'm right handed. It shouldn't restrict me from doing much.” I muttered, reaching for the vest which I had previously laid out on a chair close to me. I felt a presence behind me and turned. It was Ronan, dressed in a black sport shorts, with the band of his underwear visible above it. As if he wanted everyone to know he was

  • Hate to love you: The star's forbidden obsession   Strange relief

    ZAYDENMy breath hitched, lower lip clamped between my teeth as I did my best not to show how much I was enjoying this anomaly. His other hand moved up my torso, casually brushing against my ni*ples. His breathing was warm against my ear. “Not enough. I'm not getting enough.” I heard him mutter, just in time to feel his hard thrust behind me, and his hardness grinding against my backside. I bit back a moan, feeling the current move up my spine. He reached for the soap again and began to rub it against my length. He moved around me, and stood before me. I looked up at him, bracing my hand against the wall, eyes dark with desire. Our eyes met and he chuckled. “Don't look at me like that, Mercer. I will never go down on you here. The bathroom floor is more filthy than not.”I rolled my eyes and stayed silent. He returned the soap to its original spot, and pulled me into his arms. “Zayd, can I kiss you?” My heart skipped a beat at his question, and I tried to pull back. He tighten

  • Hate to love you: The star's forbidden obsession   Addicted to the rival's touch

    RONANHot! Fucking hot shit! A cleansing warmth to the dirty memories in my head, memories of crazy bitches. A sweet treat to the palette. Gosh! This. Hearing Zayden whisper my name, his voice, a strangled half moan, sent shards of electricity down my spine. Desire burnt my chest, and my eyes flamed even hotter. My gaze moved to his round milky ass, then his spine filled with wounds, welts, and purple bruises. Whoever hit him didn't hold back. Maybe I'm psychotic, because I wanted to kiss them all away. He froze, then turned around, still holding his co*k, a hint of confusion on his face. “Ronan? What are you doing here?” He was more bewildered than frightened about getting caught, moaning my name while beating his meat. “What else?” My cadence was raspy, hoarse and thick with an emotion I refuse to name. “Someone called for me, and I appeared to make it happen.”I pulled off my jacket, and let it fall to the ground. My shirt followed. Then my watch. His eyes widened as he watch

  • Hate to love you: The star's forbidden obsession   Seeing things

    ZAYDENI don’t know for how long I stayed on the rink. Time bled out with me. All I was conscious of was the fact that I played till my hands went numb and I stopped feeling my fingers. They were just dead things gripping the stick. As I lay there on the ice, the cold seeping into my back through the torn vest, the tightness in my chest eased. Like someone finally took their boot off. But the heaviness in my head didn’t move an inch. It sat there like stone. My limbs were also locking together, spasming, jerking against the ice like I was being electrocuted.A slight sound attracted my attention, a light crinkle. I turned toward it but saw nothing. Just empty stands and shadow. After a few more minutes of catching my breath, lungs sawing, I stood up. My knees shook. I made my way to the bathroom, leaving a trail of wet, red footprints behind me.Our school hockey unit was all state of the art. Top technology and utilities. The hockey team brought back a lot of glories for UCLA. Banne

  • Hate to love you: The star's forbidden obsession   Shouldn't feel pity for a rival

    RONANI watched Zayden play on the rink, carving through the ice and leaving trails of his blood behind him. Each drop hit the white surface and bloomed like a wound. Every single one a sharp stab to my heart.His face was bruised red and purple. Swollen at the cheekbone, split at the brow and upper lip. His left arm was hanging awkwardly, shoulder sitting wrong, probably dislocated. What the hell was he doing? Playing hockey with a hand like that will probably damage it for good. Snap something that won’t grow back right.Blood soaked his white vest until it was pink, then red, then black at the edges. I could see little shards of bottle in his shoulder, glass glinting under the rink lights like teeth. He was walking funny, favoring one leg, but his movement on the rink was similar to that of a ferocious beast; wild, unhinged, and very furious. No technique. Just rage with skates.Dried blood was on his hair and face, flaking at his temple. Same with many other parts of his body. Knu

  • Hate to love you: The star's forbidden obsession   Drowning in pain

    ZAYDENI looked around me, and realized I was at the rink. After one hour of walking, feet dragging, breath shallow, my foot brought me to this place. By instinct. Like a wounded animal crawling back to the only den that ever felt safe.The cold air hit my lungs first, sharp and clean. The one place in this world that can give me peace of mind. The one place that didn’t ask me to be Zayden, Slade’s son. It just needed me to let loose and be myself, without anyone to burden me with responsibility and sad lives.My fingers hooked into my jacket collar, and I tore it off. Fabric ripped, buttons popped. I let it fall to the ground in a heavy heap. Shards of broken bottles still dug into my back, the glass consistently sending Slade’s favorite message. I picked out the ones I could reach, wincing as my skin pulled, and threw them into the trash.I watched as more blood flowed out of the wounds, warm and slow, staining my already soaked vest a darker red. My hands were coated in a sticky

  • Hate to love you: The star's forbidden obsession   Taste her lips on mine

    RONANThe moment Zayden walked inside, the kind of satisfaction that had washed over me was almost terrifying. The first phase of my plan had succeeded. Even though I knew he would feel like he was being torn apart by a thousand blades, I wanted him to see it clearly. The kind of trash he'd treasur

  • Hate to love you: The star's forbidden obsession   A knife straight to the heart

    ZAYDENRonan relaxed back into the seat, arm outstretched, giving her unrestricted access to his body. His eyes were fixed on me, a victorious smirk on his face. He was waiting for me to make a fool of myself, snap and drag Liora off him, becoming the butt of jokes for the rest of the semester. I'

  • Hate to love you: The star's forbidden obsession   Truth or dare

    ZAYDENMy chest tightened, and I felt the room closing around me. Yet I managed to keep my face blank, mindful of my expression. More than fifty pairs of eyes were trained on me, waiting for a crack in my armor, sniffing for weaknesses. “Yo! Saint Mercer, didn't you hate clubs? How come the school

  • Hate to love you: The star's forbidden obsession   Blackmail

    ZAYDENMy eyes moved around, trying to understand what they were saying. Truth be told, I wasn't paying attention to their discussions. “I told you it wasn't a good idea.” Ryan leaned back against the chair, looking disappointed. “What do you mean?” I finally asked. “You weren't even listening.”

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