"I would die for her. I would kill for her. I would bleed to death for her if she told me to. I would bleed red. I would bleed any color she wanted me to for her."

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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?

Arielle built her empire from the ground up. Campus athletes sit in her chair. Her schedule stays full. Her pockets stay heavy. She doesn't chase. She doesn't fold. And she definitely doesn't date clients. Cole Preston didn't plan on being distracted. Between football, family, and proving himself, women were never the priority. Until her. One haircut turns into late-night DMs. Late-night DMs turn into campus tension. And suddenly, the girl who doesn't need anyone is the only one he wants to impress. The only problem? None really. She just THINKS brunette Cole wouldn't want her dark skin self. But heavy feelings don't stay in for too long .................................................................. "I need you mama" he breathes me in his lips still on my neck moving slowly. "I can't breathe knowing you're not around" "I can't sleep knowing you're not around" "I can't eat knowing you're not around" His words seem to affect me more when they're murmured against my neck. "I need you Arielle" .................................................................. #1 in cosmetology 4/10/26 #1 in ilovehim 4/10/26 #1 in iloveher 4/10/26 #1 in wbbg 4/10/26 #2 in yearn 5/8/26

I cupped her face, planting a soft kiss on her beautiful lips. "Don't ever run from me, baby," I said softly, letting my thumb trace her jaw. "I love the chase." Her jaw tightened, her hands coming up to try and move mine. "Stop calling me baby, Ezra," she snapped, eyes flashing. I couldn't help but grin, dropping my voice to something low and dark. "Ohhh, now my baby has a problem with me calling her baby?" She shot me a glare, but I just tucked her hair behind her ear, pressing another kiss to her lips-gentler this time, lingering. "You don't get to tell me what to call you, baby." I leaned in closer, brushing my nose against hers. "You're whatever the fuck I call you."

In the blink of an eye, I lost everything - my mother, my home, and my life. The only thing she left me was a debt I couldn't repay and a bounty on my head, and desperate times require desperate measures. ---------------------------------------- A mischievous smile spreads across his lips as he takes a big step toward me, and as soon as I am within his reach, he grabs my hips and pulls me against him. I lay my hands on his chest and trace my fingers along the outlines of his tattoos as he maneuvers me back to his desk. My ass presses against the edge of his desk as he lets his hands run down my sides until he grabs my ass cheeks " Are you sore from last night, baby?" "I'm fine." "I hope you're not lying to me," he whispers against my lips.

≛ 𝟱𝙏𝙃 𝙁𝙇𝙊𝙊𝙍 ≛ 𝖀𝖕 𝖑𝖆𝖙𝖊, 𝖆𝖌𝖆𝖎𝖓... In which her new neighbour is the object of her wet dreams. ❦ ❦ ❦ Sleepless nights leave more time for the mind to wander to imaginable places, though Rainbow's seemed to have landed somewhere beyond her neighbor's trousers.... What goes down on the 5th floor, stays on the 5th floor, though he's one to bring to the 7th heaven to you. ❦ ❦ ❦ Inspired by the song 'Up Late' by Ari Lennox. ✱ I do NOT own any image or music displayed in this book, all rights go to owner. © bunnygirlsenpaistwin

Naïve 21-year-old Solana Davis takes a nannying job for the daughter of Manhattan's most powerful man-Marco Pérez. -The pay is good. -The rules are strict. -And his dark past is still very much present. Can she handle it?

When a suburban Black girl meets a hard life Hispanic boy.

| Book 1 | Of The Wicked Games Book Series "I want you," I plead. "Mmh" he murmurs as he grabs my legs and pulls them down to the end of the bed. My breath hitches and my mind clouds with lust as he kisses from my ankle to my inner thigh. "Beg," he commands, grabbing me by the throat and squeezing. MATURE CONTENT! 18+ ⚠️