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SEVENTEEN

Author: J.O
last update Last Updated: 2025-04-30 06:32:34

MASON

The rink was cold. Perfect. The ice stretched out in front of me like a blank slate, waiting for me to carve it up with every stride, every turn, every shot.

It was early, way too early, but I needed this. Needed the space, the silence. Needed the ice to clear my mind.

I pushed the door open and let the chill hit me like a slap across the face. I was the first one here, which was just how I liked it. No distractions. No noise. Just me and the rink.

Samantha’s face flashed in my mind before I could shut it down. Her eyes, her smile, the way she had looked at me the other night… God, I couldn’t get her out of my head.

It wasn’t just the pull of her—there was something else. Something deeper. Something that made me want to run in the other direction and hold her close at the same time.

I shook my head, skating to the center of the rink. I didn’t have time for this. Not now.

The pressure was starting to get to me, the nationals coming up faster than I wanted to admit. I had to be sh
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  • WRECK ME QUIETLY   SEVENTY

    SAMANTHAThe light was soft. Pale. The kind that kissed your skin without waking you.It was barely 5am, but the sky was already beginning to turn that hazy blue-gray.And I was wide awake.Mason lay behind me, his chest warm against my back, one arm heavy and possessive around my waist like his body was still claiming mine in sleep.His breathing was slow, but not innocent or peaceful.His skin was warm.I just lay there.Still.Except I wasn’t still. Not really.I was aware. Of everything.The ache between my thighs. The mess we’d made.The memory of how hard I came with his name in my throat. The feel of him, thick and deep, stretching me open like I was meant to be filled by no one else.And maybe it was madness, wanting more after how hard he’d taken me just hours ago.But that’s what it was with Mason. Obsession. Need. A hunger that didn’t fade, it just waited to be fed again.I pressed back, slow, like a whisper. My bare ass brushed against the ridge of him. He was already hard

  • WRECK ME QUIETLY   SIXTY NINE

    MASONI wasn’t even listening at first.Mom was pacing the kitchen, phone to her ear, voice sharp, cutting in that way she only got when she was trying not to lose her temper.I half-tuned it out, scrolling on my phone, until I heard it.“Samantha.”Her name hit me like a slap.And suddenly, I couldn’t sit still.I straightened. Every muscle in my body pulled tight.“No,” Mom said into the phone, clipped and final. “She needs to hear it. From me.”I followed her quietly as she went out of the house and drove off.Kept a car’s length behind, maybe more. Enough that she wouldn’t notice. Mom didn’t drive fast. She never did when her mind was busy.I didn’t know where she was going until I saw the building.Samantha’s building.My grip on the wheel tightened.And then, like a punch straight to the chest, there she was. Samantha. After all these days.She pulled into the lot, her head down. Tired. Like the day had already drained her dry.She didn’t see me.She didn’t see anything.She jus

  • WRECK ME QUIETLY   SIXTY EIGHT

    SAMANTHAMy palms were sweaty. My knees? Useless. I could barely breathe.“Good evening, ma,” I whispered, because my brain short-circuited and defaulted to panic-humor.Her brow arched just slightly. “Open the door.”Cold. Calm. Vanessa at her finest.I fumbled for my keys like a fool, fingers tripping over themselves. My heart was tap dancing in my chest, wild and uninvited.The key finally clicked. I stepped aside, avoiding her eyes.She walked in like she owned the place, which, to be fair, her son did.She didn’t smile, not really. But something in her face softened. Just a little.Vanessa sat on the couch like she had no intention of staying long.Back straight. Legs crossed. Hands folded in her lap.Then, without looking up, she said one word.“Why?”My heart stuttered.I didn’t pretend not to understand. I knew exactly what she meant.I took a shaky breath. My mouth opened, but nothing came out. I blinked fast, trying to keep it together. Trying to be composed, respectful, wha

  • WRECK ME QUIETLY   SIXTY SEVEN

    SAMANTHA “I didn’t mean to fall for him, Mom,” I said, my voice cracking like a cheap glass. “I didn’t plan any of it.”My mom sat cross-legged on my old bed, wrapped in a soft blue robe, her hair pulled into a bun that had definitely seen better days.She didn’t look surprised. Just… still. Her eyes were wide but calm. The same look she gave me when I was fifteen and sobbed over my first heartbreak, certain I’d never recover.She didn’t interrupt. Didn’t ask questions.She just nodded.And that was all it took.The words tore out of me like they’d been waiting, crouched low and dangerous behind my ribcage. The affair. The guilt. The way Mason kissed me like I was oxygen and he hadn’t breathed in years. Audrey’s pregnancy. Macey’s silence.The way I couldn’t look at myself without flinching.I told her everything. Every ugly, tangled part of it.By the time I finished, I was on the floor, knees pulled to my chest, tears soaking through the sleeves of my hoodie. I felt small. Like a v

  • WRECK ME QUIETLY   SIXTY SIX

    MASONSweat dripped down my back, soaking the collar of my jersey. My gloves felt like bricks. I blinked the blur out of my eyes, but it wasn’t the sweat messing with me.It was her voice.“We’re too toxic, Mason. I can’t do this anymore.”I flinched before the puck even came near me, which is probably why I didn’t catch it. It clanked off my stick and skidded somewhere behind me.Coach’s whistle blew like a gunshot.“Come on, Carter!” He barked. “Focus!”I nodded automatically, pretending I was still here, on this ice, with this team, in this moment. But I wasn’t.My head was still stuck in last night. In that. In the way she’d looked at me like I’d already lost her.Because maybe I had.I tried to breathe through it. In. Out. Skated to reset.Next drill. Another pass.And another miss.“What the hell is going on with you?” Coach shouted from the sidelines. “That’s the third one!”I clenched my teeth and circled back in line, silent. Everyone was watching now. I felt it in the air, t

  • WRECK ME QUIETLY   AUTHOR'S NOTE

    We hit 1,000 views?! 😭🖤Excuse me while I scream into a pillow. A happy scream, obviously.A thousand views. A thousand hearts. A thousand moments where you chose my messy, chaotic, emotionally wrecking story over sleep, school, work, or sanity, and honestly? That’s love. That’s real love.When I started writing this, I thought maybe my roommate, my friends, and my sisters would be the only ones here. But y’all showed up. You stayed. You felt something. And that means everything to me.To every single person who’s read, shared, cried, yelled at my characters (they deserved it), or dropped an encouraging comment, thank you. You are the reason I keep writing. You are the reason this story has a pulse.This book is a mix of heartbreak, chaos, a bit of trauma, and a lot of love, and the fact that it’s found a space in your heart? I’m not crying; you are.We’re just getting started. More twists. More tension. More scenes that’ll make you scream, “I hate him but also… I love him??”To eve

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