Life-Or-Death Urgent

TESSAIt’s another bad day and it’s only 9 AM.The office coffee machine decided to die on me — again — so now I’m stomping down the block in heels I already regret, searching for caffeine before I commit a workplace homicide. There’s nothing noble about survival; it’s just espresso with extra shots and maybe a croissant I’ll tell myself I deserve.Of course, the café closest to the office has a line that wraps around like half of New York also woke up on the wrong side of the bed. I join it anyway, muttering curses under my breath and trying not to look like the unhinged intern who can’t function without her fix.When I finally shuffle to the counter, the barista flashes me a smile far too chipper for someone surrounded by this much suffering. “What can I get started for you?”“Large latte. Three shots. Make it life-or-death urgent,” I deadpan.“Rough morning?” he asks, fingers flying over the register.“Understatement of the century,” I reply, and he laughs like I’m joking. I’m not.

Last Updated : 2025-08-28

Home Alone

TESSAThe recital starts with a long-winded welcome speech from a woman in a sparkly shawl who takes her volunteer position very, very seriously. The parents clap like they’ve just been handed an Oscar, and then the lights dim until the stage glows.Tiny ballerinas file out in matching pink tutus, arms bent like crooked teapots. I spot Kenzie immediately because she’s the only one beaming like she owns the stage. Her bun is slightly off-center, and her tights have a smudge at the knee, but she does a perfect curtsy before the music even begins. My heart just about combusts.Beside me, Aaron leans forward a little, elbows on his knees, watching like nothing else in the world exists. The tough hockey player melts into a soft pile of uncle mush, and it’s devastatingly attractive.“She’s so good,” I whisper, my hand clutching the edge of my program like it’s my ticket to heaven.He turns his head, slow, just enough for his profile to catch the faint light from the stage. “She’s the star,”

Last Updated : 2025-08-29

Wife Me Up

TESSAThe second my apartment door clicks shut behind us, I’m slammed against it. His mouth on mine, one strong hand braced against the wood beside my head, the other at my waist like it’s been waiting years for this. I gasp into the kiss, half-laugh, half-hungry, tugging at the lapel of his jacket like I’m pulling him down into me.God, finally.The air between us has been nothing but teasing and almosts and interruptions, and now it’s just us. No little nieces, no Claire, no fluorescent office lights. Just heat and his lips on mine.“Wow,” I murmur against his mouth when we finally break apart, already breathless. “Is it insane if I say you kiss the way you talk?”Aaron’s lips tilt into the smallest smirk, that maddening, quiet little twist that somehow punches me straight in the chest. “You talk too much.”“Oh, don’t even start. You like it.” I shove off the door and back him into the living room, my blazer already abandoned somewhere on the floor. His laugh — soft, startled — buzz

Last Updated : 2025-09-10

All Chapters of Fake Dating My Ex's Favourite Hockey Player: Chapter 141 - Chapter 143

Life-Or-Death Urgent

Home Alone

Wife Me Up