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CHAPTER 126 - GRAVITY
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2026-05-22 04:53:52
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PUCKED BY MY STEPBROTHER: A FORBIDDEN HOCKEY ROMANCE CHAPTER 126 - GRAVITY
“You’re right.”The words tasted like swallowing glass. Because saying them meant holding myself responsible for the collateral damage even though I was also the wreckage. I was both. That was the cruelest part.“People are fighting because of me. And I’m sorry.”Miles didn’t move. His shoulder still pressed against mine. The porch still beneath us. His friend’s family still laughing at something inside the house – the TV, normal life, the sounds of a world that hadn’t noticed us sitting in the dark.I wanted to explain. Wanted to lay out the investigation and the notebook and the sabotage and the months of manipulation that led to this porch. Wanted to say it’s not that simple and Caleb did this and I’m not the villain the campus made me. I didn’t. Because Miles was thirteen and he hadn’t asked for a case file. He’d asked for the truth. The simplest version. The one that fit in a sentence.“I’m not going to promise everything will be fine because I’m done lying to you.” A callback to
PUCKED BY MY STEPBROTHER: A FORBIDDEN HOCKEY ROMANCE CHAPTER 125 - COLLATERAL DAMAGE
My phone rang during a sentence I wasn’t reading.Mom.The name on the screen making my stomach tighten before I answered – every call from my mother lately had been either silence or sadness, the careful neutrality of a woman who’d stopped asking questions because the answers were all too heavy. I almost let it go. Almost pressed decline and texted call you later and turned back to the paragraph of Victorian criticism I’d been staring at for twenty minutes without absorbing a word.I picked up.Her voice was wrong.“Miles is gone. He’s not answering his phone. He’s not at the rink, he’s not at home, he’s GONE, Naomi.”My body went cold. The temperature dropping through my hands, my face, the backs of my knees, the way it always did when the world shifted under me without warning. Miles. My brother. Thirteen years old. The one person in my life I hadn’t broken yet.“How long?”“I don’t know. He went to the rink after school to pick up gear. That was four hours ago. Four HOURS, Naomi.
PUCKED BY MY STEPBROTHER: A FORBIDDEN HOCKEY ROMANCE CHAPTER 124 - NOT JUST PHOTOS
I woke up wearing his hoodie.Not deliberately – I’d pulled it on at 2 AM, half-asleep, reaching for it the way your hand reaches for a glass of water in the dark. Muscle memory. The fabric sliding over my head and for three seconds I was in his apartment with his arm heavy across my waist and his breathing slow against my neck and the world was the size of a bed and nothing outside it existed.Then I woke up fully. The smell hit me – coffee, his deodorant, something underneath both of those that was just him, that I’d never asked the name of because I liked not knowing, liked that it existed without a label. And the absence hit harder. The sleeve where his hand used to find mine. The hood that still held the shape of the last time he’d pulled it up over my hair. The fabric growing fainter every night because my own skin’s chemistry was slowly replacing his.I was erasing him by keeping him.I cried. The kind I thought I was done with – ugly, silent, face pressed into the sleeve, my b
PUCKED BY MY STEPBROTHER: A FORBIDDEN HOCKEY ROMANCE CHAPTER 123 - FIVE SECONDS
The cold hit me like a wall when we stepped outside.I swayed. The sidewalk tilting under my feet – not dramatically, just enough to remind me that three whiskeys on an empty stomach was a decision made by a woman who’d stopped making good ones. Caleb’s hand on my elbow. Steadying. Functional. The automatic gesture of someone walking a drunk person out of a bar, and I didn’t pull away because pulling away from a steadying hand when your legs aren’t working is performative, not principled.“Let me call you a car,” he said.“I’m fine.”I wasn’t fine. I was leaning against the brick wall outside the bar because the wall was solid and my legs had decided they were done being reliable for the evening. The brick was cold through my jacket. The air smelled like rain and garbage and the particular staleness of a street that existed between closing time and dawn. Caleb was standing in front of me. Close. Not crowding – present. His voice still doing the thing from inside. Soft. Low. The regist
PUCKED BY MY STEPBROTHER: A FORBIDDEN HOCKEY ROMANCE CHAPTER 122 - NO AGENDA
NAOMI’S POVThe bar wasn’t the one where I met Rhys.I chose it specifically because it wasn’t. Different side of town. Darker. The kind of place with sticky floors and a bartender who didn’t make eye contact and a jukebox that played songs from a decade nobody in the room was nostalgic for. No warm lighting. No charged strangers at the end of the counter. No possibility of a man with bruised knuckles sliding a drink toward me and changing my entire life.I wanted a bar where nothing could happen.I sat at the counter and ordered whiskey because whiskey was what my father drank and I was too tired to make an original choice. The first one burned. The second one didn’t. The third one tasted like nothing at all and I stared at the wood grain and tried to remember the last time I’d felt like a person instead of a crime scene that people kept walking through with opinions about the evidence.It was a Wednesday. I’d gone to two classes. Sat in the back of both. Taken no notes. The words on
PUCKED BY MY STEPBROTHER: A FORBIDDEN HOCKEY ROMANCE CHAPTER 121 - INNOCENT
RHYS’ POVHer laptop wasn’t on the counter.That was the thing I couldn’t stop noticing. Not the silence. Not the dark. The counter. The specific square of granite where she’d set it every time she came over – lid open, charger trailing to the outlet behind the microwave, the cursor blinking on whatever she was writing while I cooked and she pretended to help and we both knew the food was an excuse to exist in the same room.The counter was empty. Had been for weeks. I stopped turning on the kitchen light because the kitchen light meant seeing the counter and the counter meant seeing the absence and the absence was louder than anything she’d ever left behind.3 AM. My apartment. The kind of dark that happens when you stop opening blinds because daylight requires performing and I didn’t have the energy to perform. The chipped blue mug – the one she said had character, the one she wrapped both hands around like it was keeping her alive – was in the cabinet. Face down. So I wouldn’t see
PUCKED BY MY STEPBROTHER: A FORBIDDEN HOCKEY ROMANCE CHAPTER 52 - 2AM
I couldn't sleep.Twelve days on my childhood bed and I still couldn't sleep in it. The mattress remembered a version of me that didn't exist anymore – the fifteen-year-old version that was grieving and small enough to curl into the corner and disappear. The woman lying in it now was too big for th
Last Updated : 2026-04-05PUCKED BY MY STEPBROTHER: A FORBIDDEN HOCKEY ROMANCE CHAPTER 53 - MOM
She was sitting at the kitchen table when I came downstairs.Coffee in front of her. Both hands wrapped around the mug. Not drinking – holding. The way people hold things when they need an anchor and the nearest one is ceramic. She was wearing the flannel pajamas again. Second day in a row. Whateve
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My childhood bedroom was a museum of a girl who no longer existed.Participation trophies from softball lined the shelf above my desk – the sport I'd quit at fifteen when Dad died and everything that wasn't survival stopped mattering. A cork board above my bed still pinned with movie tickets and ph
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I sat in the driveway for eleven minutes before I could make my hands stop shaking long enough to turn off the engine.My mom's voice was still in my ears – how COULD you and I'm finally happy and fix it – playing on a loop that got louder every time I tried to think past it. I'd driven here becaus
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