ISABELLA Dinner at the restaurant was supposed to be the perfect way to end the day, but of course, life had other plans.The place was elegant but not overwhelmingly so. It was a soft cacophony of warm lighting, soft music, and the occasional clink of silverware against fine china.I felt more comfortable here than I had expected. Maybe it was because, after spending the entire day out with Logan, I was slowly getting used to the way people stared at him.I barely even noticed it now, which was a huge improvement from when I first found myself in his world.Logan sat across from me, relaxed, looking like he belonged in a high-end magazine ad, effortlessly charming as he scanned the menu. He glanced at me from time to time, smirking slightly, as if waiting for me to make some kind of sarcastic remark about the absurd prices, and honestly? I was tempted, but I was distracted; by him, by the day, by the strange warmth in my chest, I wasn’t ready to address.Then, of course, the univer

Last Updated : 2025-07-29

ISABELLA The rain pounded against the windowpane, each droplet a tiny drumbeat in the symphony of the storm. Thunder growled overhead, its deep rumble resonating through the walls, making the very air quiver.The room was steeped in shadows, the occasional flash of lightning casting fleeting, jagged illuminations that danced across the ceiling. I lay curled beneath the blankets, and the fabric twisted tightly in my clenched fists. Despite the oppressive warmth of the room, a shiver traced its way down my spine. Sleep had become a treacherous endeavour since that night.Each attempt to surrender to rest was met with a barrage of haunting memories and twisted dreams that left me gasping for air.Tonight was no exception.In the murky depths of my subconscious, I found myself running. The ground beneath me was uneven, littered with debris that threatened to trip me with every frantic step.My breath came in ragged gasps, chest heaving as panic surged through my veins. Behind me, the he

Last Updated : 2025-07-31

LOGAN He was lying on his side, one arm bent beneath the pillow like it belonged there, like he belonged here.His dark lashes fanned out against his cheekbones in a way that should be illegal for someone that infuriatingly male.His lips were slightly parted. He had no idea what was going on inside my head right now at full sarcasm mode.God, how had I managed to turn last night into a melodramatic episode of Save The Pathetic Girl From Her Own Brain?I rubbed a hand down my face, feeling the ghost of tears I didn’t even remember shedding. Typical, classic Isabella.Spend years building walls so high even an emotional earthquake wouldn’t be able to knock them down... only to shatter like glass because a nightmare decided it would be amusing to throw me back into hell, and worse? Logan had seen it.Fabulous.Just what I needed. A front-row audience to my midnight performance of Trauma: The Greatest Hits.I shifted slightly, grimacing when the sheets rustled too loudly in the quiet of

Last Updated : 2025-08-01

All Chapters of My Lustful Arrangement With The Hockey Player: Chapter 51 - Chapter 53

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