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WTF. My guy goes to find his friend and instead finds his friend dead and the orphaned daughter weeping and without fund. So he takes her. Pretty’s her up. And MARRIES HER???? Wtf

Oh. Marlo POV

Lmao. Spanking and fucking on a broom

Oml reveal

My teeth are chattering. My jersey is soaked through. My chest guard is pressing painfully against my ribs.
It’s freezing.
I’m freezing.
The tremors become fucking full-body shakes, and I can’t stop them, no matter how hard I lock my muscles.

Wow. This was. Wow. Love u Mc. 4 stars. This was fun and it did everything right. And there was definitely a spark at times. But I think not dragged out a bit to milk the angst. And it just got a bit stale.

Alaina
Finn moves so fast, my brain doesn’t even register what’s happening until my back hits the cold, grimy tiles, and his body cages mine.
His hands are already on me, calloused palms cupping my face, thumbs skimming my jaw, as his eyes pin me in place like I’m the only thing he can see, and he hasn’t spent days pretending I don’t exist.

Oml. What’s with this pitting women against other women. The Mc has a fairly misogynist perspective that matches the guys and it’s kinda tucky

Fun 3-4 stars.

This was great and fun. Will read the next. The graphic audio comes with Rohan’s point of view so that’s next. 4.5 stars rounded up

AHAHHAAHAH I LOVE ARABELLA BEING TESTED ON MATH AND ACTING LIKE A TEENAGER SBKUT IT

I love the diversity in these books

Giddame

Right. His sister is fucking suicidal, and I hurt her feelings.
Like the fucking coward I am.
My throat feels too dry, too tight as I register that. Yeah, I absolutely added to the shit sitting on his shoulders, even if he doesn’t know it yet.
I jolt out of my introspection when I realize Alaina is already two seconds in the green by the next split.

The steady motion of being carried lulls me. I rest my forehead against his shoulder as my eyes drift shut, and I do nothing but exist in his arms.
Every few seconds, a hiccup jerks through my chest, leftovers from the crying and the reasons for the crying.
Luc’s hand rubs slow, steady circles over my back like he’s trying to soothe a wounded animal. Maybe he is.

I bet this guy is from that 3rd truth-sayer house and is there to proposition Nevade.

Ahhhhh I love Cornelius and Zeus

I love u Cornelius

I’m so excited for this. I love the graphic audios.

Ok I so wanted to like this but. It’s flat and boring. There’s no spark and I’m done. There’s nothing wrong with the writing but it feels like writing. Not a story being told

DNF graphic audio 2:40:54/-3:18:47

2/8/26

I’m honorable like that.
“Okay, let me guess. You always wear your hood up because you hate your haircut.”
He flicks his gaze to me, and I have to suppress a smile. I was joking, but it seems like I hit a mark. Reaching over casually, I tug his hood down, letting my fingers glide through the soft, dark mess of his hair.

Then he moves, not away but closer. His fingers lift a strand of my short hair from where it’s stuck on my temple and gently tucks it away. Then his palm brushes over my shoulder, down to the middle of my back in a steady, soothing line, making goose bumps erupt all over my spine.
“You did good,” he says quietly. “We’re okay.”
I swallow hard and nod, even though I’m not sure

I’m trying to focus, to find that razor’s edge of calm I race best in, but Finn’s laughter is like a damn woodpecker battering my skull.
“Beauty,” Finn says to Dane with a low chuckle. “This feels like old times. Only thing missing is your little sister cussing us out.”
My spine goes as stiff as if someone yanked my brake line tight, and I bite my lip so hard I taste copper.

I don’t respond to his stilted words. Instead, I wait until he finally breaks and opens his mouth again.
“I chase the high, always have. Racing, partying, girls, chaos.” He exhales hard through his nose, his eyes still downcast, fingers still fidgeting. “I’m fast and loud. I’m alive… and then it flips, and I’m doing shit I don’t even register until afterward.

Finn answers again without looking at me, his tone saying more than his words do. “He means he prefers flying blind and praying for miracles.”
“Pfft. I make miracles look good.” I don’t know what’s up with Greer. I thought we had fun partying last night, but he’s ice cold today. Shaking it off, I hold out a hand toward Dane.

This was so incredibly hard to get through. The whole thing felt flat. Like something I would right for a group project script. Sure there’s plot and banter and dialogue. But there’s no soul its purpose is only to meet a rubric. That’s what this felt like. Like each character went through the motions to get through there book

2.5/5 stars rounded down.

Mini Crews curses again, voice pitched high. Higher than that fake-deep thing he tried in the interview after the race, confirming that he forced it, trying to sound older or tougher.
I roll my eyes, then curse when I see what he’s doing. He’s got the bottom bracket half out, fighting it like it slept with his sister.

This is incredibly mind numbing

Because no, I absolutely have not had that.
But I’ve thought about it and him way too much. About how it would feel to have Finn lose control over me, to see him let go of all the reasons why this can’t happen and just take me.
Nope.
Nope, nope, nope.

Wow. Even the sex is boring

Ngl I quite enjoy suicide ideation in literature.

And karma wears the name Crews.
The simple truth is Isaac Raine can’t win if one of us is at the start.
And when the whole world sees what I did?
There will be consequences.