Adam Jenna
/1/129726/coverbig.jpg?v=d952b45e9b05aae9f5803a8b2c8d4fc6)
The Hockey Prince's Secret Ice Queen
All I wanted was to find a computer genius to process the non-linear dynamic equations for my ecological model. Instead, I found myself cornered by Julian Andrews, the university's hockey prince, trading a public, staged kiss for his academic support. To finalize our "deal," I was dragged to the campus ice rink. The cheerleaders and puck bunnies immediately swarmed him, mocking my plain clothes and treating me like a pathetic joke. Brooke, the head cheerleader, even set up a figure skating competition with a date with Julian as the grand prize. She performed a basic spin, blew him a kiss, and smugly waited for me to fall flat on my face and humiliate myself. His hockey teammates laughed from the sidelines, watching me try to support Julian as he stumbled around the ice like a newborn giraffe. But as I held his warm hand to keep him from falling, I couldn't help but feel something was terribly wrong. Why was a top-tier athlete faking such awful balance? And why did his ice-blue eyes stare at me with such knowing anticipation, as if he already knew about the professional figure skating past I had spent years trying to bury? "Just let go and skate." He whispered, slowly releasing my hand. I took a deep breath, glided to the center of the rink, and landed a flawless double Axel. As the entire rink fell into a dead, shocked silence, I realized I had just exposed not only my own hidden past, but also the biggest secret of the campus god.
Chapter 1 No.1
Sage POV:
"Let me kiss you."
The request was a low, hurried murmur—warm, quiet, and laced with the faintest edge of mortification.
Stunned, I snapped my head up toward the sound.
Julian Andrews filled my vision. He easily towered a head over me, his lean, athletic frame silhouetted against the bright morning glare, casting a long shadow across the cobblestones. Briar University's star forward. Team captain. The athletic department's untouchable golden boy.
Campus rumor had it that Julian was notoriously indifferent, never sparing anyone a second glance.
Behind him, a solid wall of navy-and-gold varsity jackets blocked the brick path. His teammates were whistling, shoving each other, and effectively cutting off my only exit.
The sudden commotion immediately bottlenecked the morning foot traffic. Whispers rippled through the crowd, and within seconds, a dozen students reached into their pockets out of sheer muscle memory, black camera lenses catching the light as they aimed squarely at us.
Julian's sharp eyes tracked the movement, his jaw tightening into a hard, irritated line.
Before I could take a single defensive step back, he closed the distance between us. Leaning down into my space, his broad shoulders shifted in a subtle, fluid maneuver—throwing up an impenetrable physical wall that completely shielded my face from the intrusive glare of the cameras.
His sharp, striking face hovered breathtakingly close. His deep baritone brushed against my ear, lost to the autumn wind, meant for me alone:
"Sorry to drop this on you," he whispered, his pale blue eyes disarmingly earnest, holding a quiet heat that sent a tremor straight down my spine. "The guys backed me into a locker-room dare... but I'm not here to use you as a joke. We can fake it. Angle it so it looks real—whatever you're comfortable with. Just help me get them off my back, and I owe you one."
It was only then that my brain finally rebooted.
What on earth? He's actually trying to kiss me?
A sharp flare of pure absurdity hit me, and my gaze dropped to my reflection in the dark glass door of the adjacent building: an oversized, faded gray hoodie that swallowed my frame whole, soft, thin jeans worn at the knees, bare-faced dark circles carved beneath my eyes from forty-eight hours of non-stop coding, my dark hair hastily twisted into a cheap plastic claw clip, and a pair of oversized, thick black-rimmed glasses sitting heavy on the bridge of my nose, completely hiding my face.
I looked like a refugee from an all-night disaster. How had Briar's golden prince ended up in front of me?
When I looked back up, my breath trapped in my throat anyway. He was too close, his clean scent of winter mint and cedar wrapping around my senses. Having those pale blue eyes staring straight down at me made my chest tighten in a way I really didn't want to acknowledge.
"Clock's ticking, Cap!" Landon howled from the sidelines, hands cupped around his mouth as the rest of the players lost their minds laughing. "Plant one on her, or enjoy the five-AM bag skate!"
A raucous chorus of barks and chest-thumping went up from the team.
A few yards away, two girls heading toward the dining hall froze in their tracks, pointing their phones.
"Wait, who the hell is that?" one of them laughed loudly, zooming her camera in on my face. "She looks like she just crawled out of a dumpster. There's no way Julian's actually kissing her. Post it on Sidechat right now—this is going straight to number one."
The cruel words hit like a splash of ice water, snapping me out of my daze and instantly killing the stupid flutter in my chest.
I hated the attention.
Four years ago, after my family and my former training partner framed me and destroyed my competitive skating career, I swore I would never be public entertainment again. I buried my name, switched majors, and hid behind oversized fleece and thick glasses just to live an invisible life. If I ended up on the campus forums with Julian Andrews, the internet vultures would dox me before noon—and drag up the toxic scandal I had bled to walk away from.
My research was already on the verge of falling apart. I didn't have time for this circus.
I locked my grip around my heavy binders, my knuckles straining white.
"Find someone else for your dare, Andrews," I said coldly, taking a step back to put distance between us, my voice tight with adrenaline. "I'm not interested in being part of your game. Move."
I kept my head down, attempting to brush past him.
"You're Sage Kelley, right?"
The sound of my name brought my boots to an immediate halt.
I blinked up at him, caught completely off guard.
"Professor Beaumont's senior research student," Julian straightened up slightly, his cadence measured and even, carrying an intellectual sharpness that seemed impossible beneath a varsity jacket. "I saw your Havenwood Creek senior capstone proposal sitting on his desk over Sunday dinner."
My heart gave a hard, hollow thud. Professor Beaumont was my academic advisor—and the guardian of the final research endowment my late father had left behind.
Julian leaned in slightly, his voice dropping to a near-whisper against the whistle of the wind. "I spent an hour going over your codebase."
My lips parted. "You... read my proposal?"
"Your simulation keeps crashing because your core fluid algorithm strategy is flawed," Julian murmured, his pale blue eyes deadly sharp. "And Uncle Des mentioned that if you don't deliver a working version by this Friday, the department is pulling your grant—which means you don't clear your senior thesis, and you don't graduate in May."
The hair on the back of my neck stood on end.
Friday was the deadline. If the funding was pulled, the project died, my senior capstone failed, and I would be forced to stay another semester without my degree. Worse, my father's final ecological legacy would be reduced to scrap paper.
I had been panicking over that exact deadline for two days straight, and Julian had just laid it out like it was nothing.
Worse, I couldn't even brush him off. I had heard the rumors about Beaumont's nephew—the CS prodigy everyone in the department talked about. I just had never realized it was him.
"I know how to fix your algorithm," Julian stated plainly, laying his cards on the table, his gaze locking onto mine with an unshakeable, quiet certainty. "Help me get through this bet. In return, I'll rewrite your boundary calculations tonight. Deal?"
/0/27458/coverbig.jpg?v=5df09704531438d505eb2ef7d5be7cf3)
BABYSITTING JENNA
WHO IS JENNA?? She's a spoit brat She's annoying She's a pain in the neck She's a drama queen And she's just 7 of age Her father is well known as the famous billionaire Jake Martinez, runs and owns different company in different countries He's known for his icy and cold behavior, if not for h
/0/1189/coverbig.jpg?v=ca0383ea44174a270173e1f9d86d6ed0)
Before Adam
In Jack London's 1910 story Before Adam a young boy dreams that he is living the life of an early hominid, giving human evolution an early and entertaining portrayal. The hominid he dreams through is one of the Cave People and the story tells us also of the Fire People, the Tree People, the hominid'
/0/601/coverbig.jpg?v=20171121194711)
Adam Bede
Adam Bede, the first novel written by George Eliot (the pen name of Mary Ann Evans), was published in 1859. It was published pseudonymously, even though Evans was a well-published and highly respected scholar of her time. The novel has remained in print ever since, and is used in university studies
/0/78403/coverbig.jpg?v=ec84908beb263ce2dd9cd4ce650a13f2)
Loving Adam Scott
"I can't hold back anymore," he murmured against my lips. He suddenly pushed me against the wall, his right hand wrapped around my waist, and drew me close to make me feel his member. His left hand napped my back neck while he kissed me with urgency and need. "I want you too," he whispered before
/0/12059/coverbig.jpg?v=e892dbb092feffb77d88f0ecf9c89831)
/0/82369/coverbig.jpg?v=cd239b34862b4b6362488363aff545ad)
Adam Carter: Rebuilding a Life
I was Ethan Miller, an aspiring architect, deeply in love with Olivia Beaumont, the formidable CEO of a New York luxury empire. Our bond seemed unbreakable, her passion fierce, almost consuming. I was her world, or so I believed. But that possessive love, tangled with her power, brought three dev
/0/1474/coverbig.jpg?v=932fcd17b6500d6cf131d4a22317c48e)
The First Book of Adam and Eve
It is considered by many scholars to be part of the "Pseudepigrapha", historical biblical works that are considered to be fiction. This stigma, prevented its inclusion in the compilation of the Holy Bible. Its a written history of what happened in the days of Adam and Eve after they were cast out of
/0/11518/coverbig.jpg?v=ba3afd2d5a6593a17970315783fd3ef9)
The Old Adam: A Story of Adventure
Arnold Bennett (1867-1931) was a prolific British writer and journalist. Bennett is popular for fiction such as The Old Wives' Tale and also for non-fiction works such as How to Live on 24 Hours a Day and Mental Efficiency. This edition of The Old Adam: A Story of Adventure includes a table of con
/0/69406/coverbig.jpg?v=6f193b1d58a2fd698a10d761b53f3885)
Loving the Don Himself
"Never in a million years did I think I'd be standing in the middle of a supermarket, awkwardly holding a box of condoms-for my boss's son, no less!" Emily Lane landed the job of her dreams straight out of high school, becoming the personal assistant to one of the most powerful businessmen in the w
/0/78522/coverbig.jpg?v=6c0d113b0e917b0da5721eb9682cd9c8)
Heir of Shadows
In a kingdom where power is inherited, and bloodlines define destinies, Prince Rowan's life is marked by the looming pressure of one day ascending to the throne. But when his father, King Alden, suddenly passes under mysterious circumstances, Rowan discovers a shocking secret buried deep within the
/0/81990/coverbig.jpg?v=ad58129241a3db41a78451ba15724802)
Say I Love You When We Meet Again
Amara Elen is a gifted language therapist trying to outrun nightmares that don't belong to this life. Haunted by visions of fire, betrayal, and a man with eyes like burning suns, she struggles to live a normal life in the bustling metropolis of Meridian City. Everything changes when she meets Leo Ar
/0/22126/coverbig.jpg?v=ca2e723301dc8fabdec6085302132f60)
The Hephaestia Chronicles - Book One
An ancient prophecy, a lost princess and a handsome prince. What more could anyone ask for? Meet Sylvie, your average, if not slightly more than averagely clumsy waitress. She lives a quiet uneventful life until Xander unexpectedly comes crashing into it. Join the two of them in the struggle again
/0/78507/coverbig.jpg?v=ebc5188c15a9ed9e112cefb2c39fa29a)
Crown of Blood: The Don's Reckoning
In the glittering shadows of New York's underworld, Don Tino Knightly rules with brutal precision and a code of honor etched in blood. Feared by enemies, revered by allies, he is a man who built an empire from the ashes of his family's betrayal. But when Sandy Rhune, a brilliant investigative journa
/0/22519/coverbig.jpg?v=8a86ee61a66fa37235cb0f4c54d3c03b)
Under Secrets
During the war between the Kingdom of Greavaria and the Empire of Promor, Magdaleena Montgomery the Queen of Greavaria Kingdom gave birth to a boy, but before she die, she asked her escort to hide the fact that the child she gave birth to was a boy, to avoid after he grows up as a Prince have to fa
/0/51514/coverbig.jpg?v=20260526031717)
Favourite Lovesong (HOT!)
Warning: Sexually explicit with lots of kinks and smut. The use of violent language is also included. "Hold me like the strings of your guitar and squeeze my breast like you're holding a note" Austin Sharpe, the lead singer of the pop-rock sensation Planet Orange, is hurtling toward self-destructio
/0/60098/coverbig.jpg?v=c41102a7f4af97ff430378885d33a141)
Deep in love
"❝Fucking hell, Angel. Please, continue riding me like this. It feels so good. Please❞ he moans to me, letting his mouth open wide to show his own pleasure. I won't stop. I lean over his body and let my palm press onto his mouth, letting my four fingers grab one side of his face as my thumb grabs t
/0/78488/coverbig.jpg?v=324a40647e590a7af47752d882c2ff55)
Fated by the moon.
Evelyn has always lived a quiet life, far from the turmoil of werewolf politics, hiding her true identity as a hybrid- a rare mix of human and wolf. But when an unexpected attack on her village forces her to flee, she discovers a hidden world she never knew existed, one where power, betrayal, and bl
/0/7903/coverbig.jpg?v=02a82f77e493c8b19bfc705ea0948a2c)
/0/1771/coverbig.jpg?v=dd60a8e847a51241937edc5dea5528de)
An Inquiry into the Nature and
An Inquiry into the Nature and Causes of the Wealth of Nations, generally referred to by its shortened title The Wealth of Nations, is the magnum opus of the Scottish economist and moral philosopher Adam Smith. First published in 1776, the book offers one of the world's first collected descriptions
/0/5981/coverbig.jpg?v=15f834d2c8909c0c09fb3b3cdc7e4184)
An Inquiry into the Nature and Causes of the Wealth of Nations
Adam Smith's masterpiece, first published in 1776, is the foundation of modern economic thought and remains the single most important account of the rise of, and the principles behind, modern capitalism. Written in clear and incisive prose, The Wealth of Nations articulates the concepts indispensabl
