All Chapters of Unholy Love: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

~You love it when I touch you there, your goosebumps don't lie.~Xavier POV:Next day,The game was intense, like a storm on the ice. We were all working together, each of us playing our part in the plan. The sound of skates echoed in the rink, and we could feel the determination of both teams.The puck was the center of attention, the small disk we all wanted to control. Every move was important, every shot a chance to score. It was a demanding match, both teams giving their all.I took my position, stick in hand, focusing on the goal ahead. Everything else faded away, leaving just me and the ice. I was ready.Our plays were smooth, like a dance we had practiced endlessly. We moved together, knowing what the other would do. The other team was strong, pushing us hard.Then, it was my turn. The puck was mine, a chance to make a difference. Time seemed to slow down, and all I could see was the goal. The pressure was on, and I took the shot.The impact felt solid, but the puck didn't go

~When you push deeper, I go crazy for that sh*t.~ Arcane POV: The night unfolded in a whirlwind of lights, laughter, and pulsing music. The venue was a sprawling mansion, bathed in the warm glow of fairy lights, casting a dreamlike aura over the gathering. It was clear that our junior had spared no expense in ensuring that this party would be talked about for weeks to come. As Abby and I made our entrance, there was an immediate surge of energy that enveloped us. The beats of the music resonated through the floor, setting the rhythm for the night. I couldn't help but be swept away by the infectious atmosphere, the cares of the day gradually fading into the background. Dressed in the shimmering gown that Abby had loaned me, I felt like a creature of starlight. The fabric clung to me, its iridescence catching every glimmer of light, casting a celestial sheen that seemed to draw eyes from every corner of the room. It was a dress that commanded attention, and for the first time in a w

~Euphoria take over me when your tongue dance on my body.~ Arcane POV: Another year slipped away in the blink of an eye, and here I stood, on the precipice of high school graduation. It was a milestone that I had never imagined reaching without Mom by my side, her absence a constant ache that refused to fade. And then there was Xavier, a presence that still lingered in the recesses of my thoughts, despite the silence that had settled between us. As I watched my classmates buzz with anticipation, their excitement mingling with nervous energy, I couldn't help but feel a sense of detachment. It was as though I was moving through the motions, the weight of the past still clinging to me. The ceremony itself was a blur of gowns and caps, a sea of faces that seemed to meld together. The applause, the speeches—they all felt like distant echoes, reverberating in a space that I no longer fully occupied. I walked across the stage, the diploma a tangible symbol of an achievement that felt bit

~Pretty please.~Arcane POV: The room felt different, like a chapter closing. Tomorrow, I'd be on a plane, leaving this place behind. I couldn't predict when I'd return, and it certainly wouldn't be anytime soon. My gaze swept across the room, each corner holding a memory. Here was where Xavier and I shared that kiss, a sweet moment in time. There, he lounged on my bed, playfully teasing me. And it was this very room where he saved me from my darkest moments, bringing me back from the edge. Tears threatened, but I blinked them away, resolute. I zipped up my suitcase, sealing in the fragments of the past. The room stood still, a silent witness to a part of my life that was coming to an end. I took one last look, trying to etch every detail into my memory. Then, with a final sigh, I turned away, ready to face the unknown that awaited me. The room felt heavy, like a bundle of memories tugging at my heart. Leaving meant closing a chapter that had given me so much - a fatherly figure i

~I want to be fu*ked and loved by you, for the rest of my life.~3 years later;Xavier POV:The ice rink glistened under the bright arena lights, a frozen stage set for our performance. The crisp air bit at my cheeks as I glided onto the ice, the familiar scrape of my skates echoing in the empty rink. This was where I belonged, where every stride, every pass, held the promise of victory.As the team captain, the weight of responsibility sat comfortably on my shoulders. It wasn't just about winning; it was about leading my teammates, motivating them to push beyond their limits. The anticipation in the air was palpable, a blend of excitement and nerves."Let's own this, Xav!" Mark, my fellow forward, slapped me on the back, his eyes gleaming with determination.I shot him a quick grin, our unspoken understanding a testament to the years we'd spent perfecting our synergy on the ice. With a swift flick, I sent the puck hurtling towards the goal, the goalie's glove barely able to deflect i