All Chapters of Falling For My Stepbrother On Ice: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

August’s POVA winning streak of five in a row was worth the celebration, and that was why I didn't oppose it when my team members suggested getting drinks. My dream of becoming a hockey player on the national level was gradually happening.After our game, I'd received an email from the manager of the national team like he had promised, and in a month's time, I was going to meet with him. Perfect. This was just the beginning. “Hey Augie, should I fill your glass?" Tyler asked, clutching the vodka bottle. "Of course. He led us to victory today, so we have to spoil him the best way we can, don't you all agree?” Diego yelled, pushing his glass forward. Laughing heartily, we clinked our glasses and while they emptied the content of theirs, I shifted my gaze back to the window, but she wasn't there anymore. She had scurried off after I'd called her a ginormous asshole.Dona McNair, straight-A sophomore student who was taking senior classes and topping them too. She was the typical exam

Dona’s POV“I'll go check the door." Mom muttered, wiping her hand with the large towel while I looked on. When she left, I glanced longingly at the back door of the kitchen. I could grab this opportunity and escape from there, but I knew that would piss my mum off. And I had promised to stay.At least I was glad she didn't ask me to go check the door, as I wasn't mentally prepared to slap a smile on my face for strangers. I pretended to be busy with the eggs my mum left behind. Your stepbrother’s coming home.... like that meant anything to me. I had never met him, and I wasn't ready to. I couldn't care less about Peter, let alone whoever he had for a son. I had my own issues to deal with, like getting rejected by the guy I had been secretly obsessed with for weeks. Just thinking about last night made my stomach churn, but I was quick to snap myself back to the present.He had flirted with me at the bar, he knew I was watching him, he allowed me to fall into that moment, let me thin

August’s POV My father was a full mask-on villain, and the worst part was that everyone else could not see it. They were all blind, every single one of them. Everyone was eating out of his palm, and I could tell that he was enjoying it. Angrily, I pushed my father away and straightened my shirt. He had terrified me, but I'd rather die than let that show. "Well, I'm here now, huh? That's what you wanted, wasn't it? Tomorrow we’re going to the grave site. We’re finishing this, and then you'd leave me alone. Yeah?" “You would watch your tone if you knew that they're planning to pull your scholarship. Just waiting until the Nationals are over.” My father gave me a triumphant look as he dropped that bombshell. I sank my hands into my pockets and forced a laugh. “You’ve gotta be kidding me.” “Oh, I wouldn’t!” He replied, all faux-fatherly. “As a good father, I’ve got the solution. Stay here, finish school, play your hockey and then go wherever you want.” “No.” I snapped. “I’m not rott

Dona’s POV By the time I stepped into campus, the whispers had already started. I could feel them brushing against my ears, floating just out of reach, but clear enough that I knew what it was about. August. Me. Us pulling up together. I hated it. “Donaaa!” came a female's voice from behind me. I turned around and saw a girl named Kimberly. She popped up right in front of me, too close, clutching her binder like she couldn’t wait to spill something stupid. “Sooo, tell me, what’s it like riding with August?” I frowned at her, deadpan. “It’s like riding in a car. Shocking, right?” But she only grinned wider. “No, come on. Everyone saw you two. You didn’t look miserable. So, is he, like… your boyfriend or something?” I almost gagged. “Boyfriend?” “Yeah, or at least, are you guys talking? Because people don’t just carpool with August. He doesn’t even give rides to his own teammates half the time. But you…” She studied me like I was suddenly exotic. “You must be special.” I sla

August's POV The spare bedroom that I occupied in this new house was way smaller than my bedroom in Chicago, and even the hotel I stayed in for a month after arriving in Florida. But in a matter of two days since I moved in, I had managed to transform the room, even a tad bit. I was stretched across my bed the next morning, scrolling half-heartedly through my phone, when a knock came at my door. I didn’t answer fast enough because it opened anyway. Dona appeared at the door, drowning in a hoodie so oversized it looked like she stole it off a linebacker. Her legs were bare underneath, and for one reckless second my brain stalled. I cleared my throat and dragged my eyes away. Stepsister. Focus. “What do you want?” I muttered, shoving my phone aside. She crossed her arms. “My mom said we’re supposed to ‘do something fun together’ today, remember? Her exact words. So… congratulations, you’re stuck with me today.” I groaned, pulling a pillow over my face. “You’ve got to be kidding!”