Stories

Fake Rookie on the Ice

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A young girl is forced to take on her twin brother’s identity in order to survive inside a prestigious hockey academy. With her brother absent due to serious family circumstances, she steps into his place and enters a highly competitive school dominated by two rival teams—Blue House and White House—whose rivalry has lasted for years and defines the academy’s culture. Every day is a balancing act between survival and exposure. She must maintain her disguise in a male-dominated environment, endure brutal training sessions, and navigate intense academic and athletic pressure while hiding the truth of who she really is. One mistake could end her career and expose her secret. Among her biggest challenges is Justin, a sharp, observant player from the rival side who begins to notice inconsistencies in her behavior. His constant presence and subtle suspicion make him both an obstacle and a looming threat. As the rivalry between Blue and White escalates through training, scrimmages, and upcoming season games, the pressure intensifies on and off the ice. Beyond the sport, she carries heavy personal burdens, her family’s financial struggles, her mother’s sacrifices, and the responsibility of protecting her brother’s place in the academy. As the seasons progress, the line between survival, identity, and ambition begins to blur, pushing her closer to discovery, confrontation, and a truth that could change everything.

Young AdultOngoing

The kings Whore

81·Rukspen

They gave me a title the night they brought me to the palace. Not a name. Not a rank. A title — the kind whispered behind silk fans and carved into the wood of gambling tables where noblemen bet on how long the King's new acquisitions lasted before breaking. The King's Whore. I heard it for the first time from a woman with hollow eyes and a smile she'd long forgotten how to feel. She pressed her mouth to my ear in the corridor outside the throne room, her breath carrying the faint sweetness of wolfsbane — the scent of someone whose wolf had already died inside her. "Survive the first month," she breathed, "and you'll wish you hadn't." Then she was gone, swallowed by the palace the way this place swallowed everything — quietly, completely, without leaving a mark on the marble floors. Her name, I later learned, was June. And she had once stood exactly where I was standing.

AlphaOngoing