All Chapters of Sinful cravings for my hockey step brother : Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

Viana's POV I closed my locker softly, tracing my fingers along the frame one last time. That memory was the reason I didn’t waste time on distractions, why I stayed focused even when the world tried to shove boys like Alvin Monroe into my orbit. Death had taught me something school couldn’t: every second mattered. And maybe that was why, deep down, I was grateful Mom and I had left our old town behind. A fresh start, a transfer, a chance to rebuild without shadows trailing us. A new place with new rules and less chances of any form of mistakes. At least, that was the plan but unfortunately it went badly fast. ********* I should’ve known something was up the moment Mom lit candles at the dinner table. She only did that for birthdays, special events or bad news. No one had died recently unless cousin Anny finally drank herself to death and it was close to winter season a time where we rarely had birthdays of people we cared about. Not that we didn't care about the rest, just not

Viana's povIt was Emily, a friendly, amused glint in her eyes. She’d not only pointed me in the right direction but had walked me to my class, chatting easily the whole way about the best coffee on campus, which professors to avoid, and the unspoken rule of never wearing the school’s red color on game day unless you wanted to be spontaneously drafted onto a cheerleading squad.That five-minute walk had blossomed into a full-blown campus tour and then a coffee run. By the end of the day, she’d decided we were friends, and I was too grateful to argue. “So,” she said now, stealing a tomato from my salad even though she had a boatload of food right in front of her. “How’s life with the chosen one treating you? I heard the walls in your house are vibrating with divine energy this morning.”I groaned, dropping my forehead to the table. “You heard that?” “Honey, everyone on this side of campus heard that, well at least some of us. The news hasn't reached the rest of the masses cause if it

Viana's pov.A hush fell over the room, all the other girls pretending not to watch but clearly waiting for my reaction.I forced myself to shut my locker with a sharp click, keeping my face calm. “Good thing I know how to draw lines, then.”Her smile faltered for a beat, then returned sharper. “We’ll see.”I walked out before I said something I’d regret.*******By the time I slid into my literature class, I was still simmering. The universe must have had a twisted sense of humor, because the professor announced group projects—partners assigned at random. My partner? Alvin Monroe.Of course.He strolled in five minutes late, hockey bag slung over one shoulder like he owned the place. When he dropped into the chair next to me, I could practically hear the collective sighs of half the class.“Looks like we’re partners, step-sis,” he murmured, lips curving into that infuriating smirk.“Don’t call me that.” I shot him a glare.“What? You don’t like labels?” He leaned back, stretching his