Eva Graham is a guarded, no-nonsense social science major who studies human behavior to understand why people leave-and how to make sure she never lets the wrong ones in. She keeps to herself, avoids drama, and especially avoids campus athletes, whom she considers walking red flags. Cole Grayson is a third-year psychology major, a cocky ice hockey star with a grin that disarms and a fanbase full of puck bunnies. While everyone sees him coasting, Cole's under constant pressure-trying to go pro, balancing school, and keeping up a charming front to hide just how much he's cracking underneath. When Cole starts slipping in class, he's assigned a tutor: Eva. Neither is thrilled. She thinks he's a loud, lazy distraction. He calls her "Teach" just to get under her skin-she responds by calling him "Skates," with just the right amount of disdain. What begins as bickering soon turns into banter... then something softer. The nicknames stick, becoming a quiet thread that ties them together as friends-and maybe more. Cole falls first. Hard. Eva, scared of being hurt and shaped by people who've left before, fights it. Still, she agrees to go to one of his games-just once. But seeing him on the ice, in his world, adored yet somehow still alone, shifts everything. Then the bet surfaces. A stupid, careless thing made before he really knew her-and it threatens to destroy everything they've built. Surrounded by puck bunnies stirring drama, teammates with their own loyalties, and a past Eva isn't ready to share, the fragile trust between them begins to crack. Between jealousy, late-night confessions, and moments where one look says everything, Eva and Cole must decide: is love worth risking it all-even if it started with a bet, a nickname, and everything going wrong?

She feared the dark and escaped it. He ruled the dark and lived in it. Zarah: I've spent my entire life in the spotlight, living up to the facade of the perfect Romano Princess, turning a blind eye to the dark, twisted world of the wicked. Nobody ever saw through me... except him. Logan Ivan Markov, the paragon of morally gray; an intelligent criminal lawyer and agent. He was charming, deadly, and a devious manipulator sitting in expensive tailored suits, playing the part of an ethical and calculative attorney. Those who knew him knew the dangers of a man like Logan. But not me. He was a puzzle I couldn't solve, a message I couldn't decode, a mystery I couldn't unravel, the oblivion I chased. I knew from the moment I met him that we were destined to animosity, to stay far apart. But our bickering and fate had other plans. I never expected to get wrapped up in the dark world of corruption and billionaires; I never expected to need saving, but most of all, I never expected Logan to save me, let alone marry me. ... Logan: All my life, I've lived in the dark and twisted world of corruption, danger, and betrayal. Most people knew the life I came with. The murders, the money, and the brutality. Most people... except her. Zarah Amaira Romano was the bane of my existence from the moment I met her. She was the embodiment of chaos, someone who made me feel too much, someone I couldn't erase after a single night together. She could bring me to ruins if she tried. I knew from the moment we met that Zarah was more dangerous than any bullet or dagger to the heart, she was worse than any drug. I knew if I got too close, she'd be the fire that burned me. The oblivion I would crave. But when she became the key to all the secrets I spent my life trying to unravel, I knew what I had to do. I never expected to get involved with her again. She was too bright, too passionate... untainted. Until she became my wife.

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COMPLETED - When Isabella arrives at college, she's determined to keep her head in the books and go by unnoticed. Yet, life had other plans for her. When her new friend Mia drags her to her first ever College party and her path collides with Mia's brother both of them derail. Lukas is mysterious, tattoos tainting his skin, not afraid of cursing his thoughts out loud and isn't too happy with welcoming Isabella into their group of friends. However when Isabella seeks comfort with tall dark and handsome Drew, Lukas tries everything in his power to keep the two apart. Lukas is trouble, Isabella way too good to be his type, but still they can't stay away from each other. ❄️ "Lukas, are you hugging me? Is coldhearted Lukas hugging a girl?" My drunk tongue blurted out. "Shut up, I'm just keeping you from falling face down in the toilet." He whispered in my ear and I felt his breath against my skin. "Yeah right. You are soooo hugging me." I teased him knowing he was indeed hugging me, but he was too stubborn to admit it. "No, I'm not." He said, pulling me even closer to him before curving his lips against the skin behind my ear. He's such a goner... ❄️ NOTE: 👀 please ignore the way the first ten chapters are written. First book ever and that's noticeable. It gets so much better after those I promise.

"You're atheist," I remind him. "You don't believe in god." "I believe in you," He murmurs, letting the cigarette hang from his lips. "I believe in whatever you believe." He says, letting the confession roll off his tongue as if it were that simple. As if god, the devil, heaven, hell-as if none of it really had meaning to him. "That's not how it works," I mutter as we walk down a few more alleyways-the city of Manhattan coated in a light blanket of snow. Henry Vitiello had never had anything to pray for, that is, until he met me-the only thing that had ever opened his mind up to the possibility of religion "Isn't it?" He argues, taking the cigarette by his middle and pointer finger before blowing the smoke out. "I'II dip my hands in holy water if it means I could touch you." "You'd probably burn." 𓆩♡𓆪 𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐘 𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎, the reaper. He's a prick. An asshole. A pretentious son of a bitch. He's not perfect. He's not even decent. But he's hers. She could be a bottle labeled poison but he was an alcoholic, and he had drunk her empty. Now he was hungover. 𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒, the healer. She's known to be the perfect good girl, with perfect grades and a perfect life with a perfect family. They didn't know that behind the gated doors of their billion dollar estate, she was strapped down to a chair every night and picked apart just to be put back together in time for supper. 𓆩♡𓆪 star-crossed; adjective (of a person or a plan) thwarted by bad luck. 'star-crossed lovers' and that, they were. So they fucked under those very stars that tried so desperately to break them apart. 𓆩♡𓆪 ‼️DISCLAIMER ‼️ BOOK REFERENCES TO MARA DYER, SHATTER ME, MIND FUCK, ETC ARE ALL INTENTIONAL SO DONT BE RUDE. AS FOR TRIGGER WARN

In a world where love and hate collide, Sylvie, a talented data analyst and mechanic, carries the weight of a recently-turned-toxic relationship with Arion, her long-term boyfriend. Meanwhile, Malachi is a skilled neurosurgeon with a heart of gold with whom she shares a deep-seated hatred as of the moment they first met. When a daring challenge from her best friend, Pandora Darius, forces Sylvie and Malachi together to plan an extraordinary Christmas party, the flames of their animosity threaten to ignite a different kind of fire. As they navigate the forced proximity, Sylvie discovers a new sense of comfort and understanding in Malachi's presence, while he uncovers the layers of vulnerability hidden beneath her tough exterior. Caught in a web of tangled emotions and conflicting loyalties, Sylvie and Malachi's journey takes an unexpected turn when an unforeseen tragedy strikes, shattering their fragile connection. Now, they must summon the strength to face their deepest fears, confront the demons of their past, and navigate a treacherous path strewn with heartbreak and loss. As they strive to create the perfect Christmas party, their simmering attraction threatens to unravel everything they've worked for. ------------ updates every Thursday!

"You don't want to have the taste of how good it is when you know you will never be able to have it." It was only meant to be a one night thing, but when the country goes into lockdown, Louis Tomlinson finds himself stuck in windsor castle, in company of his royal fucking highness, Harry, the prince of England.

Evie: Rowan Alastair Volkov had been my biggest nightmare and rival since I met him. He was like a shadow I couldn't shrug off. Perhaps my own. With his arrogance, his snide remarks, his grumpy frown, and his sadistic smirk, he proved to be the one thing standing in my way to a happy life and a happy ending. Regardless of our history and families, we were strangers. That was until the one link separating us shattered. What I never imagined was Rowan asking me for help. Asking me to be his wife. On paper only. Worse? I never imagined falling for him. We signed ourselves away to certain terms & truths, but now, everything was different. Because I fell in love with him beyond those terms. Rowan: Evie Rose Spencer has been the epitome of an annoying thorn in my side that I can't pull out. I've done everything to escape her. With her sarcastic wit, her confident facade, her brighter-than-the-sun smile, and her sparkly ocean blue eyes, I'd come to hate her more than anybody I'd ever met. But, we had an understanding. Be strangers. Then my whole life began to fall apart all thanks to one inheritance will. I was meant to take the seat beside my older brother and run the Volkov empire. In order for me to take what I inherited, I had to be married and make it last a whole year. If I failed, everything I wanted would be taken from me. The best shot I had at finding a new wife was marrying a stranger. But fate tied me down to Evelyn. We signed ourselves away to certain terms & truths, but if she breaks them, she'll have no one to blame but herself. Breaking her heart was inevitable with this marriage license. No matter those terms. . . . ALL RIGHTS RESERVED INSPIRED BY - MARRIAGE FOR ONE, THE FINE PRINT, AND TERMS & CONDITIONS <3

Two rivals. All around the world. On fake honeymoons. Poppy: All I've ever wanted to do was travel and see the world, every inch, every corner of it that I could. Everything in my life was going according to plan. Every day was summer vacation for me. Until Joshua Everett Nilsen walked into it. My co-worker, my rival, my nightmare. Everything I hate put together into one... I hate to admit it, devilishly handsome man. He's gorgeous and that only made me hate him more. As handsome as sin. But he's bossy, he's arrogant, he thinks he's always right, and now, he's my travel partner. Now, there's no escaping him because everywhere I go, I'll go with him. Josh: Escaping my past and traveling is the one thing that has kept me going so far. And finally making it and seeing the world has paid off. Everything in my life was going according to plan. Every day was summer vacation for me. Until Poppy Valentine obliterated it. My co-worker, my rival, the most annoying person I've ever met. She's everything I despise and more. With her attitude, her constant need to prove me wrong, her brighter-than-the-sun smile, and her annoyingly pretty eyes, I hated her even more. And now I'm her travel partner. It was her mess, her problem, and somehow, she pulled me down with her. Everywhere I go, she's coming with me. ... Travel Addict Weekly. The biggest travel magazine in the city of New York. Poppy and Josh. Josh and Poppy. The most popular writers. And the biggest rivals. When Poppy's travel partner is fired for breaking employment rules, she needs someone else to travel the world and write articles critiquing every city with her. And who would be better than the man she hates the most? Josh. It's pure attraction and intense chemistry hidden in the name of rivalry and hatred. . . ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

Spencer Romano. They call him the prince of Everton, but he's just another mystery to me. He doesn't live in his own kingdom, but he rules it. He doesn't care for the citizens but he keeps them safe. He's not a prince, yet somehow, he's the epitome of it. And I get to marry him and live in his dark, looming, haunted castle as his wife, while I try to kill him and finish what I was hired to do. But as I try to do that, I'm also trying (struggling) not to lose my heart to him. Hate consumes him. But his love consumed me. . . . A DARK ROYALTY ROMANCE ALL RIGHTS RESERVED