c. @noirecherie - Tumblr Blog

NAVIGATION.

꣑୧ CHRISTIE! nineteen. she/her. writer. reader. movie enthusiast.

꣑୧ LINKS: masterlists. / wattpad. / carrd. / pinterest. / side blog.

꣑୧ ARTISTS: lana del rey. the weeknd. chase atlantic. nessa barrett. tate mcrae. madison beer

꣑୧ LIKES: fantasy and romance books. movies. tv shows. french manicures. baby pink. sweet perfumes. paris. interest. gold jewellery.

#navigation #noirecherie

CHAPTER TWO EXCERPT.

wattpad link. masterlist.

THE door opened behind her and she whirled around, spotting Garrett walking in. He was still dressed in his gear, his hair stringy with sweat.

"Aren't you meant to be in the locker room?" she questioned, hanging up the top and giving him a pointed look.

"Yeah. I saw you in here and thought I'd take a breather," Garrett said, his tone heavy as he pulled his jersey away from his body.

"What's going on with you?" she asked, approaching him.

He sighed, leaning against the door, "My dad's in the audience. It's fucking me up." He swallowed thickly and Odessa frowned. Garrett was never this nervous to play, so something about Phil being there was really messing with him.

"Hey," she said softly, taking his shaking hands in her own, her thumbs brushing his skin gently, "Calm down. You don't have to play for him, play for yourself. Your name is recognisable all on its own without him. Just... do what you love to do. Screw him."

"He's getting married," he blurted, "He wants me to meet her before the wedding. He met her six months ago. Why the fuck is he getting married to someone he met six months ago? She doesn't know what he's really like, she doesn't know—"

"Garrett, calm down," Odessa cut him off with insistence, "You're working yourself up over one man. He is an irrelevant old bastard, who gives a fuck what he does with his life. You don't have to entertain him if you don't want to and you don't have to meet her if you don't want to. And if you do decide to meet her, nothing will change; she's just a woman marrying your dad. She won't replace your mom."

"That's not the point," Garrett replied, shaking his head.

"It kinda seems like it is," Odessa nodded, before looking at him intently, "Or at least that's a part of it."

Garrett sighed. She was too perceptive for her own good. He'd never told anyone about what he and his mom had gone through before she died, always citing his dislike for his father as his toughness on hockey. But even then, Odessa was the tiniest bit sceptical.

"Now, go out there and play for yourself because you love this sport. The bitch is back, alright?" she joked, pointing to the stereo, which had finished its song a few minutes ago.

Garrett cracked a smile, "I'd hug you, but I'm sweaty."

"Yeah, please don't," Odessa chuckled, "Now go, the third period is starting soon and the team needs its captain."

He breathed deeply and opened the door, allowing the two to step out. Odessa shot him a wink as she walked off in the opposite direction of the locker room and back toward the stands.

#wattpad #fanfiction #cherxe #noirecherie #odessa di laurentis #garrett graham #garrett graham smut #off campus prime #off campus fanfic #off campus series #hannah wells #allie hayes #dean di laurentis #john tucker #john logan #hockey #hockey romance

CHAPTER ONE EXCERPT.

wattpad link. masterlist.

AS the boys dispersed around the house, Garrett stayed back and questioned, "So, boring? What does that constitute as?"

"He was just so nice and we never argued. There was no spark. Totally boring sex," she replied, drinking from her bottle.

At that, Garrett's head tilted as he studied her silently. His dark eyes raked over her seated form. She was wearing a cropped lace top and mini shorts, having changed from earlier and she had left her hair to flow around her shoulders.

All of a sudden, he chuckled, causing her to look at him, "What?"

"You. You talk about it so casually now."

Odessa felt her face flush slightly as she responded, "Shut up. I'm a different person than I was two years ago."

"Yeah, one who talks about sex like it's nothing," he teased.

"I don't! It's just—" she cut herself off and looked away from him, trying to calm her racing heart.

He spoke softly, stepping ever so slightly closer, "'It's just' what?"

"I can talk about it with you like it's nothing," Odessa responded quietly. A smile pulled at his lips, boyishly charming and so incredibly hot.

"Oh yeah? Why's that?"

"You know why, asshole," she rolled her eyes as she drank, hoping the liquid would cool the heat creeping up her neck.

#wattpad #fanfiction #cherxe #noirecherie #garrett graham #odessa di laurentis #garrett graham smut #off campus fanfic #off campus series #off campus prime #hannah wells #allie hayes #dean di laurentis #john logan #john tucker

INTRODUCING... GARRETT GRAHAM

wattpad link. masterlist.

#wattpad #fanfiction #cherxe #noirecherie #off campus prime #off campus fanfic #off campus series #garrett graham #odessa di laurentis #dean di laurentis #hannah wells #allie hayes #john tucker #john logan #hockey #hockey romance

INTRODUCING... ODESSA DI LAURENTIS

wattpad link. masterlist.

#wattpad #fanfiction #cherxe #noirecherie #odessa di laurentis #garrett graham #off campus series #off campus fanfic #off campus #off campus prime #dean di laurentis #john logan #john tucker #hannah wells #allie hayes #hockey #romance

DIRTY LITTLE SECRET.

wattpad link.

꣑୧ MEET THE CHARACTERS!

odessa di laurentis.

garrett graham.

꣑୧ EXTRAS!

chapter one excerpt.

chapter two excerpt.

CHAPTER TWO EXCERPT.

wattpad link. masterlist.

"SO what do you think of the draft this year?" Luke asked, not caring whether she wanted to talk or not, "Think they're any good?"

Lysandra shrugged. Shane Hollander and Ilya Rozanov had been drafted, which was to be expected coming in 1 and 2 last season. But their number 3 had been injured in a ski accident and had to forfeit his spot on a pro team, therefore handing the spot to one of their father's protoge's, Carter Sterling. Which was why they'd flown all the way to Los Angeles.

"They're fine."

"Come on, give me something, Lyssy, please. I'm bored out of my fucking mind," Luke hissed.

"Okay. Rozanov, I think he's got a bit of a temper problem on the rink but it could just be stress, either way, he's amazing. Hollander... plays it safe, follows the rules but he's really damn fast. And Sterling, well I haven't watched him play. All I know is that if Dad trained him then he's probably just as good as the other two."

Luke smiled, "So you do pay attention."

Lysandra rolled her eyes and turned her attention to her phone. It wasn't long before her brother interrupted her again, "Glad to know you like him though, he's my teammate next year."

"Who?"

"Rozanov."

Somehow it didn't click to her that when he got drafted for the Boston Raiders, he'd end up playing with her brother but now that it did, she simply hummed in response, filing the information away.

"Speak of the devil," he muttered. "Rozanov."

He turned to look at them and approached. Luke introduced himself as Lysandra stayed quiet. Luke turned to look at her, "And this is my little sister, Lysandra."

"We've met," the Russian nodded. He took her in quickly. Her hair was curled at the ends in a half up half down style, which accentuated her sharp cheekbones. She was in a dark blue cocktail dress, classy and elegant to match the occasion. She looked good.

#wattpad #fanfiction #cherxe #lysandra hayes #ilya rozanov #ilya rozanov smut #ilya heated rivalry #shane x ilya #shane hollander #shane hollander smut #shane heated rivalry #connor storrie #hudson williams #hockey #ice skating

CHAPTER ONE EXCERPT.

wattpad link. masterlist.

LYSANDRA didn't necessarily want to go to the front of the rink because of the mass of people that were most likely there. So instead, she walked a little bit further and went to the back entrance instead.

She stopped by the door and riffled around in her pocket, pulling out a cigarette and her silver lighter. The girl braced herself for the cold before leaning against the door bar, causing it to swing out.

"Ow!"

"Jesus!" she exclaimed in surprise as she realised the door had hit someone. She poked her head around and looked at the boy sheepishly, "Sorry, I didn't realise anyone was out here."

"It's okay," he replied, rubbing his sore arm. His brows furrowed gently as he looked at the spot. Lysandra took the quick opportunity to assess him. He was a tall asian boy with a muscular build, which she could see through his jacket. He must've been a hockey player.

It was then that she noticed the other figure leaning against the side of the building, cigarette in hand. This one looked distinctly European with a typical eastern scowl and raised brow. Dark blonde hair curled out from under his hat as his blue eyes looked her up and down. Also, a hockey player.

"Sorry to interrupt," she said awkwardly.

"You're not, it's fine. Just startled," the first boy replied as the other stayed silent, though his gaze didn't shift from her. The first boy noticed that he hadn't really let her outside and that she was holding the weight of the door against her body. He stepped back, "Oh, sorry."

Lysandra stepped out carefully, moving toward the other side of the boy to lean her crutches against the empty garbage bin, and their eyes followed, taking her in. Her dark hair was down around her shoulders, mixing with the dark faux fur of her coat. But they could tell that under it, she was lithe, complimented by her short height. She flicked a few strands away from her hazel eyes as she paused, noticing their gaze, "Do you want me to go or...?"

"No, no, stay. I wouldn't want to put you under stress," he said quickly, gesturing to the crutches. He was a little breathless as he watched the wind whip at her dark hair, which she didn't seem to bother taming.

Lysandra nodded as she popped the cigarette in her mouth and lit it. She noted that the second boy had done the same as the Asian boy spoke awkwardly, "Oh, I'm not sure you're supposed to smoke here."

Lysandra smiled deviously, "Well there's no one out here but us and you're not gonna tell on us are you?" She ripped off the no-smoking sign stuck to the wall behind her head and discarded it into the bin beside her.