All Chapters of Puck me. I’m yours: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Liam:The second half started before I'd taken a sip of Violet's water. Hendricks's whistle cut through the locker room with urgency, and everyone got to their feet without delay. I could still feel the warmth where her hand had landed on my chest when Caleb shoved her into me, and I hated how much I wanted to chase that feeling instead of the puck."Focus," Derek muttered, skating up beside me as we took position.Without opening the water bottle, I turned and dropped it into the cooler, where another bottle of the same brand already sat. Everyone else was dropping their empty bottles in, and only Marcus stood without one. Before I could take mine back or offer him the extra, he scrambled over and grabbed the one Violet had handed me, like a toddler going for the brightest color."Violet's water bottle can only be mine," he grinned, quickly uncapping it and drinking every drop. "See, what's Violet's is mine." He dropped the bottle and walked out, though not without shouldering me har

Third Person:Liam stood frozen, his legs refusing to move, his mouth hanging open like a man seeing a ghost. He didn’t know what he’d been expecting, but it certainly wasn’t his own father embracing the man who wanted him destroyed, speaking to him so intimately, like they were the closest of family. Ten minutes of telling a driver to be careful, of walking into a restaurant and trying hard to hide himself, only to be the one who got surprised.“Sir, please have your seat,” a waitress said beside him, and Liam snapped out of his thoughts. He managed to sit back down before the two men two tables away could turn and find the spot empty.Liam couldn’t process what he’d just seen. Deep down, he wished his eyes were deceiving him. This was the one case where he prayed and hoped that what he saw was nothing but a nightmare, that he’d wake up and find out it had only been a dream. But the longer he sat and listened to their conversation, the more the hairs on his body stood on end.“How ha

Violet:I’d barely slept the night before, and waking to an urgent alarm wasn’t how I wanted to start my day, but I had no choice. The alarm gave the staff and the team little to no time to get ready, so I quickly washed my face, threw a cloak over my nightwear, and dashed out of my room like a hurricane was behind me.Everyone was gathered in the conference room on the fifteenth floor for the first time since our arrival. Everyone wore a grumpy face; some had even begun grumbling, and there was still no sign of Coach Hendricks, Amara, or even Derek and Liam. Caleb and I sat down in a quiet corner while I tried not to doze off. In the far corner were Marcus and Chloe, with the cheerleaders trying a little too hard to gather the spotlight for themselves.Ten minutes went by, then the doors creaked open, and the four missing people made their entrance. They came in order of rank. Coach Hendricks’s gaze swept through the buzzing room, and everyone went quiet without a word. They could s

Third Person:Everyone turned to Marcus. He had nothing to say and could only glare at Violet, who wore a provocative smirk. The others had begun murmuring and staring at Chloe and Marcus with disdain.Just then, one of the officers’ phones rang, and he stepped away to take the call. The others stayed but didn’t proceed with questioning. The conference room was quiet, with only heavy breathing and low murmuring echoing from within. A minute later, the officer stepped back inside. All it took was one nod, and the others lined up before him.“The case is still open, and before any suspects are named, an investigation will be carried out. We shall take our leave.” And that was it. They left without giving anyone a chance to ask further questions. The moment the door slammed behind them, Marcus stepped forward, a grin spreading across his lips.“What was the meaning of that?” he yelled, inching closer to Violet. Caleb was the first to step in front of her, but Violet was no coward. She he

Liam: Before the day ran out, I had so much to do, but first I called the one person Hendricks was looking forward to hearing from. I did remember to call her, but with so many people around and cameras all over our heads, I went to the one place that had no cameras and absolute privacy in the late hours. As expected, it wasn’t crowded. Derek stood at the front looking out, swiping through reels.Whitfield picked up after the first ring.“What?” The arrogance in her voice could be picked up with a needle through the speaker.For a moment, I said nothing, then drew in a long breath and began speaking, or rather informing her of the latest. I relayed everything, from our arrival, the mixed-up room numbers, Anderson’s injury, the drunken smoke, and Nolan’s death. Whitfield listened without interrupting. She didn’t shout or gasp. It was all normal, like she had anticipated something of that sort would go down.“How are you?” she asked after I was done explaining.I grinned and replied in