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CHAPTER 158 - PORTLAND

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Same area code. Different lease.

My apartment was a brick studio three miles south near the river, the window glass rattling every time the streetcar ground past. I took the 14 bus to his neighbourhood most mornings, laptop bag heavy against my ribs, watching the Portland mist roll off the bridges. We’d agreed on the space before the boxes left the dorm. It was the first line we drew on purpose – proving we could share a zip code without collapsing into a single outline. I wasn’t Elena. I had my
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  • PUCKED BY MY STEPBROTHER: A FORBIDDEN HOCKEY ROMANCE   CHAPTER 159 - PUBLISHABLE

    My MFA advisor had silver-framed glasses and the demeanor of a woman who’d spent thirty years cutting fat from prose the way surgeons cut fat from bodies – without sentiment, and with the understanding that what remained would be stronger for the loss.She tapped my manuscript with her pen. A slow, rhythmic click that made my lungs forget their job.“This is publishable,” she said. “Not in a magazine. As a book.”I sat in her office chair and let the word settle. Book. The blog posts that started at 2 AM on a dorm room floor. The anonymous confessions about forbidden desire that ten thousand strangers read and shared and said this is the most honest thing I’ve ever felt. The investigation chapters. The separation chapters. The kitchen floor chapters. All of it – the whole sprawling, devastating, filthy, honest mess of it – and a woman with thirty years of editorial precision was telling me it had a spine.I brought the first chapter to Rhys that night. His apartment. The mattress he’d

  • PUCKED BY MY STEPBROTHER: A FORBIDDEN HOCKEY ROMANCE   CHAPTER 158 - PORTLAND

    Same area code. Different lease.My apartment was a brick studio three miles south near the river, the window glass rattling every time the streetcar ground past. I took the 14 bus to his neighbourhood most mornings, laptop bag heavy against my ribs, watching the Portland mist roll off the bridges. We’d agreed on the space before the boxes left the dorm. It was the first line we drew on purpose – proving we could share a zip code without collapsing into a single outline. I wasn’t Elena. I had my own keys and my own rent and my own name on a mailbox that didn’t say Maddox.But the logistics of peace were heavier than I expected.After my Tuesday workshops, his motorcycle would cut through the rain outside the humanities building. I’d swing my leg over the seat and lock my arms around his waist and press my face into his leather jacket while the city smeared into amber streetlamps. The ride to his apartment took eleven minutes and neither of us talked because the engine was too loud and

  • PUCKED BY MY STEPBROTHER: A FORBIDDEN HOCKEY ROMANCE   CHAPTER 157 - HOME

    The hallway smelled like industrial carpet cleaner and rain.Three flights of stairs because I couldn’t stand in an elevator for thirty seconds without losing my nerve. My backpack was cutting into my shoulders and the suitcase wheel had been sticking since baggage claim. I was two weeks early and I hadn’t told him, and the fellowship stipend had processed ahead of schedule.My lease was signed and I was HERE – standing in a Portland apartment corridor at 4 PM on a Wednesday with my hair still damp from the airport rain and my heart slamming against my ribs like it was trying to evacuate my body before I did something irreversible.Door 314. The numbers slightly crooked on the panel. An unpolished detail that didn’t belong to any room Richard Maddox had ever paid for. This apartment was Rhys’s. Bought with his own money, furnished with his own bad taste.I knocked. Three times. Hard. The way you knock when you’ve spent two months talking to a screen and the screen isn’t enough and the

  • PUCKED BY MY STEPBROTHER: A FORBIDDEN HOCKEY ROMANCE   CHAPTER 156 - ACCEPTED

    The acceptance appeared at 9:02 AM on a Tuesday. No fanfare. Just a line of text on the student portal that rearranged my life in eleven words.Status: Admitted. Full Fellowship Track. Portland State University Creative Writing Program.I closed my laptop. Put on my jacket. Walked out of the dorm before the walls could close in.The bench outside the English department. Concrete cold through my jeans. July sun cutting through the campus elms in sharp patches. I sat with my hands in my pockets and my knuckles trembling against my car keys and let the decision I’d already made catch up to the rest of me.Portland. Full ride. The best writing program on the West Coast.And the question that had been sitting in my chest since the night I submitted the application at 11:58 PM without telling anyone: was I going for the program or for the boy?Because I’d watched this movie before.Elena packed a bag and followed a man into a life that revolved around his gravity and she disappeared inside

  • PUCKED BY MY STEPBROTHER: A FORBIDDEN HOCKEY ROMANCE   CHAPTER 155 - NOT A BRIDGE

    I let the phone ring twice before I answered. Not because I was nervous. Because I was already wet and I needed the extra four seconds to decide whether to tell him or let him figure it out.I swiped.The connection stuttered, pixelated, then resolved into Rhys’s face, his Portland apartment in the background – bare walls, the framed Gatsby essay, which was the only thing he’d hung, a mattress on the floor because he’d been there two months and still hadn’t bought a bed frame.His hair was damp from a post-practice shower and his jaw had that locked, guarded line it got during the weeks when the calls were getting shorter and the texts were getting more functional and the distance was doing what distance does to people who learned love through skin.His eyes dropped.I was wearing his away jersey. Number seventeen. The silver-and-blue mesh hanging past my thighs, MADDOX across my collarbones in block letters. Underneath it – nothing. I’d positioned the phone on my nightstand at the ex

  • PUCKED BY MY STEPBROTHER: A FORBIDDEN HOCKEY ROMANCE   CHAPTER 154 - THINNING

    The blue-white glow of the phone screen was the only light left in my dorm room.Three weeks. That’s how long his cedarwood cologne had been fading from the oversized black hoodie I’d stolen from his closet before the airport. Every night at ten, the screen would light up, his face appearing in a digital box that felt increasingly small.He was sitting on a mattress on the floor of his new Portland apartment. Behind him, the wall was bare except for the framed B+ Gatsby essay I’d hung on his old wall. On my side, the desk was cluttered with his photocopied margin notes and the chipped blue coffee mug he’d left behind. Two rooms separated by three thousand miles of fibre-optic cable and a time zone that made every conversation feel like we were speaking from opposite ends of a tunnel.“The left winger is forty pounds heavier than anyone at Thornfield.” He was lying on his back with his arm thrown over his eyes. “Skates like a tank. Takes lines nobody else can touch.”“Did you check him

  • 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 update최신 업데이트 : 2026-04-05

  • PUCKED 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

    last update최신 업데이트 : 2026-04-05

  • PUCKED BY MY STEPBROTHER: A FORBIDDEN HOCKEY ROMANCE   CHAPTER 50 - THE CALLS

    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

    last update최신 업데이트 : 2026-04-04

  • PUCKED BY MY STEPBROTHER: A FORBIDDEN HOCKEY ROMANCE   CHAPTER 42 - HALF THE STORY

    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

    last update최신 업데이트 : 2026-03-31
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