SUMMARY - When Y/N tries to join the girls basketball team, she is met with the rudest team captain of all time. Surprisingly, Y/N makes it in the team, only to be made fun of and sit on the sidelines. What happens when her “captain” can’t ever stop talking about Y/N? What if every 5 second glances she gives are more than just hate?
PAIRING - Giselle x f!reader, PROFILES
GENRE - one sided rivalry, enemies to lovers, kpop, high school drama/sports
WARNINGS - bullying, swearing, mentions of blood cuts and bruises, lonely & loser y/n, this goes in a episode manner, enemies to lovers, drama, yelling, rivalry, one sided, rude jokes, twitter
STATUS - on going !
TAGLIST - open ! please leave a comment or message in my inbox so I can tag you in the next episode
Note: It has been sitting in my drafts for a while. I hope you like it!
Marry Me Not Masterlist
“Did you not just tell me that having someone else by her side would cause controversy?” Confusion shone through Peter’s voice as the two of you wandered the Palace’s hallways.
Your words must have flown over his head. You did not understand how he could not grasp what you planned on doing.
It was clear when you laid it out for him a second ago.
"Yes, I did."
His head tilted down as an incredulous look was sent your way. It was very easy to miss it with the way your eyes were adamant about looking ahead.
"But you are heavily convinced that, now, it is a great time to come out of the dark with Eve." His questioning tone fell on deaf ears as you nodded without a word. The small smile was the only indicator of how pleased you felt.
He attempted to unravel this mystery. However, to him, you were not making any sense. In fact, he worried you could have suffered a head injury.
You'd had insane ideas before. More than a healthy amount. None of them could have compared to this one, however.
"Because?" The brunette asked after a long pause.
“Ugh.” The roll of your eyes along with a low groan caused the man to arch his eyebrow. “Because I decided not to care.” You told him with a stiff smile as your body tilted to the side.
His steps faltered in bafflement as you kept walking. It was a bold statement. You always tried to fight your parents when it came to Eve, but you had never really gone against them.
You had never jeopardized their authority and status. Always following their rules no matter how much you disagreed with them—also vocally.
All because you had believed, at least, your mother had wanted the best for you. Well, that changed quickly. Now, you knew the truth.
And you would not try to fit their agenda. You would not fall into an agreement just because she would ask you to.
It was time to live how you wanted.
“What?” You heard Peter’s bewildered voice from behind you. “What do you mean?” He quickly caught up with you, not taking his eyes off your face even for a second.
You had to admit, it was quite amusing.
“If she can flaunt her lover without consequences, so can I.” You did not miss a beat while speaking.
The brunette could see there was no hints of hesitation on your expression. You were completely serious and ready.
“Are you not worried they will withdraw from the arrangement?”
You laughed out a scoff before looking at your friend. “They are too greedy for it, Peter. They traded me off.”
“No, I meant the Maximoffs.” Your brows scrunched at Peter’s suggestion. “They do not seem to be intimidated by anyone.” He added. “Even your parents.”
Your jaw clenched before your teeth moved, gritting against each other. He had a point. The Maximoffs were a strong family that did not bow their heads easily. Their Kingdom was also strong thanks to the level-headed rulers.
But not as strong as Avengel.
“They wouldn't.” You replied shortly. “They don’t want a war.” Peter’s head tilted at you in question as you took a turn. “My father has only so much patience and he’s been waiting to possess their lands for a long time.”
The brunette’s face changed into an understanding one. He knew how impulsive the King was—especially, when he was angry.
And it did not take a lot to anger him.
“He is already barely tolerating the fact that Queen Iryna represents the family and not the King Consort Oleg.” The corners of Peter’s lips raised as a stiff line spread on his face. “If they canceled now, he would not hesitate to forcefully take their Kingdom.”
You explained further to the boy who nodded in silent agreement.
But he did not need too much information. He had been around your family for enough years to notice how disgusting your father’s beliefs and actions were.
Sometimes, you hated how they would slip into you. Like when you couldn’t have understood why Wanda was the heir instead of Pietro.
It was not impossible for a woman to be the heir in Avengel, but she would have to be the oldest child. Wanda was younger.
Nonetheless, you had always scolded yourself for thinking like that. You did not want to. You wanted this Kingdom to be inclusive and fair.
And your intention was to make it that way as soon as the crown would become yours.
Your empty eyes finally moved from a random spot on the floor when long, brunette hair flashed in their corner.
Eve.
Parting your lips, your hands unfolded from behind you. Your step quickened, leaving confused Peter alone as you rounded the corner.
“Eve!” You called out, the girl’s back facing you as a few maids glanced your way. “Eve!” You said again, not caring about others.
A tall man walked with her before turning his head and looking at you over his shoulder. Her father. He stopped, gently grabbing his daughter’s forearm before whispering to her.
His hand pointed lightly in your direction and Eve’s eyes raised enough to steal a glance at you. But it was only for a split second before her head dropped to the floor.
Your eyebrows furrowed and the smile instantly vanished from your face as you watched them converse.
His hand landed on the girl’s shoulder as he sent her a reassuring grin. It was so strange to see her body rise from the deep breath she visibly took.
The man looked at you again, raising his hand in a greeting as a short bow followed after. He left Eve standing alone before her eyes found you again.
You could not quite pinpoint what she felt in the moment. But one thing you could say was that her emotions were being kept away from you right now.
Hesitating for a second, you finally took slow steps towards her.
“Hello.” You uttered out quietly, folding your hands behind your back as an uneasy grin spread on your face.
“Greetings, Your Highness.” She gracefully picked her dress with her fingertips before bowing.
“I—uh.” You cleared your throat, roaming your eyes around the hallway. “There is no need for formalities.” You tried to ease the situation as her head stayed lowered, not letting you see the eyes you had wished to see for way too many days.
Her body shook as she took a breath before tilting her chin up, glancing at you shortly.
“You are the royal heir, respect is due.” She quickly rebutted.
Your lips went dry at the sudden change in her behavior. Or maybe it was sudden to you. You hadn’t seen her for quite some time—and your last interaction did not end great either.
It was normal to expect some reservations from her side, but you wanted to fix your mistakes.
“Did you, uh—” You started, slightly rocking in place. “Did Clinton give you my letter?”
Her tongue poked out to wet her lips before the bottom one was sucked in. “Yes.”
The answer immediately caused you to smile. “Will you—accept?” You hesitated, worrying about what the answer could be.
But she would not refuse. Right?
“I am unsure if it is a good idea.” Her voice turned small, almost inaudible, as she spoke.
Your body went numb, not believing that there would be an actual possibility of her rejection.
“W-why?” You stuttered out, blinking rapidly as your head shook.
“Because I am a daughter of a Baron and you are a royal heir soon-to-be married to a Princess.” Her words came out harshly as her eyes finally connected with yours.
There was frustration swirling all over them. But also hurt and helplessness.
“Eve—” You breathed out.
“I do not want to cause a scandal mere days away from the wedding.”
“And I do not care if we cause a scandal.” You quickly countered, causing her brown irises to widen in surprise. “With you, it would be the most beautiful one in history.”
Your sugar-coated words made the girl’s mouth part before it formed a thin line. Her teeth sank into her bottom lip as you watched her fall deep in thought.
“I don’t know, Elliott.” Her head shook. “You’ve been distant lately and I do not wish to put myself in an uncomfortable situation.” The look in her eyes almost broke your heart, how small she seemed because of it. “Your family knows what our association is, this alone would cause my presence to be an inconvenience.”
Inconvenience?
Your brows furrowed. You had been distant. Busy, more like. That was true and you hated yourself for it. For making her feel like this.
But you wanted to make things right. Make them better. Make up for your mistakes.
“Please.” You took her hands in yours. “Just this one time.” Your pleading expression caused hers to soften as you stared into her eyes. “I will do right by you, just give me a chance.”
Her silence was defeaning. It got louder with each beat of your heart, ringing and banging in your ears. You needed her to agree. You needed to show her that you were not afraid anymore. That she would be there with you.
That she would not be in the shadows anymore.
That you would take her hand in yours despite the others’ gawking.
That your attention would be put on her and not nobility that you could not give a single damn about.
That you would pull her to the middle of the dancefloor and hold her like yours.
Because she was yours.
And you were hers.
“Okay.” She finally uttered out.
You almost choked on your spit from happiness and shock, widening your eyes.
“Really?”
She nodded her head, smiling lightly at you in confirmation.
“Thank you, thank you.” Your lips spread so wide they could hurt your face. But you did not care. Not now, when she agreed. “I already cannot wait.” You told her excitedly, causing her to giggle.
“I hope so.” She replied timidly. “But I have to go, my father needs me.” She gestures to where the man left earlier, her smile turning into a small grimace.
“Of course, yes.” You quickly squeezed her hands before stepping away. “I will see you soon then.” You nodded at her with happiness painting your features.
“Yes, Your Highness, see you soon.” She sent you one last smile before turning around and disappearing around the corner.
You stayed in the same place, completely overjoyed, staring at the empty hallway where she was a second ago.
She agreed.
At last.
Now, you only had to prepare for the inevitable disapproving looks and words from your parents.
But that would be simple. They cared about the wedding so much that you could use it as leverage.
They would not fight you. They couldn’t. Not if they wanted to achieve what they had been planning for most of your life.
“You genuinely left me behind just to send heart eyes like a love-struck moron?” Peter’s voice snapped your head in his direction. He was panting, probably from the short jog he’d had a few minutes ago.
“Did you want them too?” You asked teasingly, turning your body to him. “Do you feel left out Pete?”
His eyes rolled immediately as you laughed.
“Don’t worry, I am sure the Maximoff boy will share some with you.” You patted his shoulder as you passed him, hearing a loud gasp.
“Don’t you dare, Elliott!” He warned you instantly, causing your laugh to increase in volume as he followed behind.
——
Your thoughts were running in circles, banging against your head. It felt like a tornado inside of you.
Was it a good idea to start this battle? Undoubtedly, your parents would be furious as soon as they would see Eve at the ball.
But you could not let others control your life anymore.
What if Peter was right, on the other hand? Adding fuel to the fire that Maximoff Princess started might not have been the best move.
Your head shook as you blinked rapidly. It could not become another torturous thing for you.
Before it had a chance to consume you even more, your body jerked to the side when something bumped into you.
“Oh, Lord!” You looked up with an irritated expression just to see a terrified servant. “I am so sorry, Your Highness, please, forgive me.” He ranted, looking like you were about to whip him.
Normally, you would give a small warning. However, you noticed how he was struggling to keep a baggage up in his arms.
Your brows furrowed at the sight.
Whose is this?
You tried to figure it out, but the item did not look like any of your family members’.
“Hmpf.” The man grunted, trying to catch the baggage as it slipped out of his hands.
You quickly caught it from the bottom, putting some of its weight on you.
“Thank you, Your Highness.” He uttered out, fixing the thing, and grabbing it more comfortably.
The man bowed as best as he could before scurrying off and leaving you confused.
It only deepened when you came up to the staircase, noticing multiple servants running around with even more luggage.
“What on earth?” You whispered to yourself as more people kept going up the stairs and following the trail of where the first man went.
Nobody had told you of anybody arriving at the palace. Your whole family was here, so it could not be them either.
Maybe Peter brought new goods from his recent travels.
But your question was answered when a familiar face emerged through the front doors. Your jaw immediately clicked in place when your eyes landed on her.
It got only worse when her companion joined her quickly, smiling brightly like a fool.
Your eyes rolled as your grip on the rail tightened. Whatever they were up to, you were having none of it.
With a quick step, you were going down the stairs in seconds.
“I own more than I thought.” She chuckled out to the Duke whose grin widened when her gaze went up to him.
His low laugh made you want to puke. It sounded disgusting just like him.
As your eyes landed on the luggage by the door, you were reminded that the things were hers. No doubt about this anymore.
One torture after another. You kept a groan in, not wanting to be dramatic about this inconvenience. It had to happen sooner or later.
You’d rather it were later.
Well, it was too late for that.
After all, jousting would be tomorrow, then the engagement ball.
And then, the wedding ceremony.
Your end. And a new start. You could only hope with all your being that it would turn out well for you.
There was no better path at this point.
“What brings you here?” You asked, coming up to the woman with spread arms. “Besides delivering more misery to my life?” The question was hushed enough for only Wanda to hear.
And you were sure she did when her face turned blank before she clenched her teeth.
It did not last long when she squinted her eyes with a stiff smile and a tilted head as she stared at you.
“Is there an amount that will finally make you stay away?” She bit back, causing your mouth to part as your tongue slightly poked out through it. “Now, excuse me.” She added, bending down to lift a smaller luggage.
“My dear—” Her companion said, bending down slightly to stop the woman.
Your eyes instantly snapped to him, sending a warning sign as you looked around to see if anyone heard him.
“—Princess.” He quickly added, shifting uncomfortably under your hardened gaze. “Let the servants do their job.” He said louder, gaining his confidence back, before clearing his throat and buttoning a single button up.
His words instilled so much anger in you that you felt your blood boil. The cockiness, the pride, the stupid smirk on his face like he owned the place.
Not in my home.
“Mind your tongue.” You seethed out to him, causing his body to stiffen as his upper lip quivered. Wanda’s eyes snapped to you with an irritated swirl in them. “They are not your servants, they are not yours to command.” You added lowly, taking a small step forward as annoyance coursed through your veins.
He stared at you in silence, his head ticking as he breathed out, causing his nostrils to flare.
The corners of his lips spread in a tense grin as you watched him intensely. If he thought he could do what he wanted here, he was greatly mistaken.
“Of course.” He finally uttered out, lowering his gaze for a second. But you were not about to let it go, despite the frustration that tried to break out on his features. “Your Highness.” He added with a hint of impudence.
The staring contest lasted a little longer until Wanda loudly cleared her throat, giving you both an unhappy look.
"Are you done engaging in a size comparison?” Her comment made your jaw clench.
But she was right. It was not the time, nor the place to make a scene. Or to bicker with this individual.
“Keep your guest in check.” You told her, sending one last pointed look at Jarvis before turning around and walking away.
You had more important things to attend to than this childish exchange.
——
Your day managed to get even worse. Somehow. Thanks to a certain somebody. This time, it was your mother. She thought it would be a great idea to welcome the Princess into the Palace with a quick, friendly game of Polo.
Of course, Jarvis could not be left out while he was there, stuck to Wanda’s side like glue. His stupid smirk and poor attitude made your dislike grow very quickly in a very short time.
You may not have known the brunette girl well, but it was still hard to understand why she would want someone like him around.
But you did not have time to think about it when you swung the mallet, hitting the ball perfectly. It flew in the air, shooting ahead, and falling just right in front of Kate.
She did not wait to make a move, delivering a blow that sent the ball between the opposite team’s poles.
“Excellent!” Peter shouted from his horse.
“Good job, sister!” You added with a wide, open-mouthed grin, sending her a short wink to which she laughed.
The only thing keeping you happy in this situation was the fact that you were winning. Seeing Jarvis’s fuming face was something you never knew you would need.
Well, you could not get enough of it. You guessed it was not often that somebody shut this man up.
It was delightful.
“Be aware of flies.” A comment went by you just as your future wife strutted on her horse.
The joyfulness instantly left your body as a blank expression took over. Raising an eyebrow, you looked at her boredly.
“It is okay to lose sometimes.” You jabbed back, turning your horse around and matching her pace. “No need to be jealous.”
She scoffed at your teasing tone, her eyes rolling as you smirked cockily.
“Jealous?” Her eyebrow arched almost all the way to her hairline. “I am barely putting any effort in so you can feel better about your skills.” Her shoulders shrugged nonchalantly as she sent you an innocent smile.
A laugh-like huff escaped your mouth as you both got to the center. She lined up on her side as you made a circle around her.
“Whatever makes you feel better, Princess.” You said lowly, leaning toward her.
Her mouth twitched as you got in the position. Everyone else caught up quickly, Jarvis with a grimace on his face as his gaze landed on you.
The annoyance swirling in his eyes was boosting your ego that was becoming harder and harder to hide.
You did not get to take it in when the umpire dropped the ball in the center, starting a round. Your sister immediately swooped in, stealing the ball. Peter rushed forward, hitting the round object again, putting it closer to the opponents' poles.
"I've got it!" Pietro shouted, riding up quickly and defending his team's side by delivering a blow to the ball and sending it towards the center again.
Queen Iryna and your mother were both the closest to it, but they seemed helpless. Kate's eyes rolled as Jarvis rode up and hit the object just enough to move it in front of him for the next blow.
You were riding towards it with Wanda next to you. She was completely determined and zoned in on the ball. However, you got there just a few seconds before her, quickly swinging the mallet, and getting the object back towards the center.
Your smile only widened when you looked up just to be met with the brunette’s glare as she turned her horse around.
She would not have a chance getting the ball back, however. Kate’s reaction was quick, sending it even farther away to Peter who hit it strongly.
The ball flew far, right in between the other team’s poles, scoring a point for you.
“Yes!” You yelled out from the back. “There you go, Pete.” A wide grin plastered on your face as Kate high-fived your best friend.
Queen Iryna, along with your mother, seemed to be happy to be done with the game when they tiredly conversed while slowly riding up to the chairs.
“That was splendid!” Kate said loudly, a huge smile gracing her lips as the rest of you were joining the older women.
“And quick.” Peter threw a blow, sending Wanda and Pietro a teasing smirk.
“Alright, Mr. Parker.” Pietro started, raising his hand as his lips pressed into a tight line. “How about a game of chess? We will see how fast your hands are there.” The silver-haired man teased the poet, arching his eyebrow as he looked at Peter over his shoulder.
The boy’s face flushed immediately, causing him to tuck it down. He was ridiculous for it. It was obvious he liked the older Maximoff.
You had never seen him fumble like that. Pietro could do anything and Peter would be melting on the spot like a lit candle.
“Ugh.” You heard a grunt from behind you, making your head turn.
It was Wanda, struggling with getting her foot out of the stirrup. Jarvis was a bit away from the Princess, so you turned your horse around and strutted closer.
“Somebody wants you to play one more.” You joked lightly, pulling a bit on the reins to position the animal better.
She only glared at you, clearly unhappy with the inconvenience that was getting in her way.
As you slid down and off the saddle, about to go help the brunette, you heard a loud thud before quick footsteps followed.
Of course.
Your face immediately turned emotionless when you saw Jarvis rushing over to the brunette woman, extending his hand, and offering help with a bright smile.
What a snake.
Because only a snake could smile like this while sending you glares and cocky smirks. Just like he did now when his eyes almost shone with that damn glint of satisfaction and pride in them.
Wanda accepted his help, putting her hand in his as he helped her down.
“I might have lost the match, but I won your hand.” He said lowly, earning a small giggle from the Princess as she grabbed her horse’s reins.
Your blood boiled at his brave words. If anybody heard him, he could lose his head. No matter how ambiguous it could’ve sounded, the consequences of it would not change.
But you knew why he said it. You knew why now. Everyone else was out of earshot. Besides you. He had been here only for a few days and you already hated his guts.
Whatever dominance he tried to establish, he would understand very quickly that you were not one to start a war with.
He could have Wanda for all you cared. You did not even want this marriage to begin with until it became the best choice for your future.
“Marriage is one step closer to your freedom.”
Your mother’s words rang in your head again. This time, however, they seemed real. Maybe she was not a complete liar. She was right about something in the end.
“Well, it is good to know at least one of you has manners.” Wanda commented, making your teeth grit as she sent you a hard look. “We shall join the others, Queen Eleanor said she has a surprise.” Wanda informed the tall man who kept watching her with a wide, fake grin.
They both walked past you, engrossed in a conversation as Wanda giggled happily at something the Duke said.
You were doing everything in your power not to roll your eyes. But your face was fuming, undoubtedly.
You had manners. Better than this excuse of a man. You were on your way to help. He swooped in to save the day instead. It would be ridiculous to fight over which one of you would grab her hand.
If anything, he was childish.
You did not care about what he did back in Sokovian Port, but you would not tolerate his disrespect in your own Kingdom.
Not when it was thrown right in your face.
And your lovely future wife would not stop you from putting her lover in his place.
“Elliott!” You heard your mother’s voice. “Don’t you stand there like a lone wolf.” Her words sounded casual, but when you eyes met hers, you saw the pleading in them.
She had been trying her best to fix what she had broken. It’d not been easy to talk to or be around her, but you could see how much effort she was putting into making things better.
Without a word, you gave her a short nod before guiding your horse to the others.
“I shall take my leave now.” Jarvis’s voice woke you up from the boring conversation about tea that was happening between the two Queens.
They really had nothing better to talk about. It had been going on for at least thirty minutes, discussing the perfect intensity and flavor. Sugar or no sugar. Black or fruit.
You did not understand how someone could say so much about tea. However, you were not a specialist, so it would make sense you did not know too many fascinating things about it.
Suddenly, you were jealous of the little bubble Peter and Pietro seemed to be in as they conversed with each other, not caring about others.
You could not even ask Kate for help as she was discussing dresses and archery with the Maximoff Princess.
“Oh.” Wanda let out, furrowing her eyebrows and halting her conversation. “Are you not going to stay a little longer?”
Her question was met with a shake of his head as his lips pulled inward in a tight smile.
“I have a few matters I need to attend to.” He explained politely with an apologetic look before moving his gaze to two older women. “It was delightful to spend time with you, Your Majesties.” He declared with a wide grin, bowing slightly.
They both smiled stiffly, looking up at the man from their seats.
“That is so kind of you.” Your mother uttered out. “You are welcome to join us later.” She added before taking a sip of her drink.
He bowed again before saying his goodbyes and walking away. All the while your eyes threatened to roll as you wanted to scream at her to take it back. You’d had enough of this moron for the day. Maybe even a whole week.
Knowing your mother, she would make you stick around for a while to make the Princess feel welcomed in the Palace.
“That’s her home now, she needs to feel comfortable.”
Those had been her words when you’d asked why exactly a tour party was needed today. Wanda had seen the Palace before.
She did not need an introduction.
“Well.” Your mother said, gaining everyone’s attention. “Now, that it's only us, I would love for you all to come with me."
Confused gazes watched her as she stood up from her spot. She only ushered everyone not to waste time while the surprise was waiting. Everybody got up and walked towards the Palace as you finished your cup of tea.
Whatever surprise she had planned, you had no idea what it could be. Maybe Kate was in on it, but judging by her puzzled expression earlier, the chances of it were slim.
There was nothing you could think of that would be for all of you. Especially, Wanda, Pietro, and their mother.
Unless it was only for a few of you.
Your eyes rolled as you got up with a sigh. If it was another attempt at putting you and the brunette closer with some absurd wedding gift, you would leave immediately.
As you walked inside, your mother was standing at the door while others slowly strutted down the hall.
She was undoubtedly waiting for you, judging by the fact that she started walking only when you reached her side.
“What is it this time?” You asked her boredly. “Another one of your great plans?” A hint of bitterness was laced in your tone as you added.
She visibly bit her tongue before swallowing and looking ahead.
“No.” She replied calmly, moving her gaze to you. “But I have planned it for a while.” Your eyebrow raised at her words.
The last time she had planned something for a while had been your marriage to Wanda. Hopefully, this time it was something better.
You could not handle any more of her big surprises.
“That man.” She said out of nowhere as you walked in silence. “He’s—interesting.” She paused for a second as she looked for a word.
“Who?” You asked, furrowing your eyebrows as your hands folded behind your back. “Jarvis?”
“Yes.” She replied, staying silent for a longer while as she stared ahead.
You only glanced at the floor, wondering where she was trying to go with this. She had not spoken about him ever since he had shown up.
In fact, she had seemed pretty welcoming to somebody who was not even on the guest list. But then, she always kept up a certain act around nobility.
Maybe if you hadn’t avoided her since your last argument, you would know more about her thoughts now—just like you had always known before.
“I do not believe this Palace is the right place for him.” She said lowly, turning her head to you with that look in her eyes.
The one that would always tell you she knew you felt the same way as her.
It ticked you off. But it also made a feeling of familiarity and comfort wash over you at how well you knew each other in the end.
You wanted to be mad at her. At least a bit longer.
“Why?” You opted for a short question, focusing your eyes on everyone who walked a short distance ahead of you.
“He’s—” She trailed off, roaming her eyes on the walls decorated with paintings of your ancestors. “Not very delightful.” You snorted at her teasing tone as she lightly mocked Jarvis’s words from earlier.
“Not particularly, no.” Your agreement made her mouth curl into a small smile as you grinned to yourself.
It was not hard to guess that she was trying to get back on your good side. You knew from Kate how your lack of engagement had taken a toll on the Queen.
Maybe she did love you for you. Maybe she did want the best for you. But right now, it did not feel like that to you. And you were allowed to be angry with her for lying.
As you were passing one of the hallways, you caught a glimpse of Eve and her father emerging from the King’s meeting room.
“Excuse me for a moment, Mother.” You said, completely focused on the girl standing far away from you as you went around the Queen.
Her gaze followed yours before it landed on the brunette. “Oh.” She let out silently, inhaling slowly through her nose. You mentally braced yourself for a scolding comment that would come within a second. “Join us in the right wing whenever you are done.” She informed you calmly, ending her sentence with a smile before catching up with the others.
You were shocked. There was no snarky remark. No bitter comment. No glares or disapproving looks.
But there was no time to think about it. You wanted to talk to Eve. As much as you could. Whenever and wherever you could.
The Rightful Rulers of Roumpini & Zafeiri Don't Often Get Along, it Has Always Been like That in Their Own Family Bloodline since the Day When the World Changed Had Their Original Human Ancestry Never Gotten Along Due to Conflicts beneath Opposite Views.
Book 6 in the “a book that feels like fall” series🌸
Powerless by Lauren Roberts was a fantastic read. This is Lauren Robert’s debut novel and it did not disappoint. I was mindlessly walking around Waterstones one day and I remember seeing a quote that to me meant a lot, it was “to every girl that has ever felt powerless” or something along those lines and I immediately wanted to buy the book. Forget the blurb and anything else, that alone made me want the book and thankfully my little brother gifted it to me. I was expecting a book quite heavily based on books like The Hunger Games and Red Queen and The Maze Runner and indeed there are several aspects of those books in this book but the main storyline is actually, in my opinion, enough to distract from the fact that certain things are heavily inspired by the aforementioned pieces of literature. This is a fantasy reader’s dream, with a gorgeously depicted castle and royal gardens, balls and ball gowns to match alongside a wretched, dull and disturbing slum-like town where Paedyn, the main character, is forced to live in alongside her best friend after her father was brutally murdered and was left to fend on her own. The storyline has some clichés here and there as any romance would but it is the journey between Kitt, Kai and Paedyn that keeps you at the edge of your seat. Is everyone who they claim to be? Is everything we are being told the truth or are certain characters hiding some secrets that will completely change the course of the story? At first, it seems like a cute and quickly very deep connection between the main characters as they can relate a lot on their troubles and despair and battles with trauma but as the story progresses and the plot thickens, the twist at the end broke me. I SOBBED. I couldn’t contain my tears. It was action-packed, full of “he fell first” tropes along with various personal conflicts between the characters and ultimately a cycle of devastating losses that will transform every single character into their worst nightmare. Not everything is as it seems. Trust no one, not even yourself. What is it like to be at someone’s mercy? With this book, you’ll find out.🩷
For my Christian girlies, this book is actually okay. Nothing too much, it is mainly a romance so if it’s not your cup of tea then definitely do not read but it is quite innocent and pure and focused mainly on the general plot at times. The main characters do have a lot of interaction but for the sole purpose of the ending, tread carefully, though!
Overall rating: 1000/10💐
All pictures were created/made/taken by me except for the second one and the penultimate one, all credits go to the original creators (source: Pinterest).
Blurb was copied (and paraphrased by me at some points) from Lauren Robert’s page on the book via goodreads.
The book has two more books lined up to come out. The second book is coming out 2024, I believe in March or May, and I was so upset to know that was the case after being left on that big of a cliffhanger but that’s just the world of books, for you!🌸
Madison's brother James Riemsdyk played for the Philadelphia Flyers, who were rivals with the New Jersey Devils. So that meant Madison had a strong dislike of them most specifically Jack, especially while on the ice towards her brother's team. She sees Jack as a cocky, arrogant selfish hockey player. However one drunk night Madison's opinion of Jack changed. She is aware that she can’t love her brother's rival. But she can’t help but fall in love with the boy she’s supposed to hate.
Jack didn’t believe in love he especially didn’t want to fall in love. He preferred to have one-night stands and ignore the person the next day. That was until he met Madison. The cute drunk brunette that he decided to take home. He couldn’t help but fall in love even after knowing that it might cause issues on ice with him and especially her brother.
They loved each other, but could they overcome the challenges that were worse than ever before?
Follow Maddie and jack on their road of love, heartbreak, and recovery.
