Malika Danai is pressure. Friendly, social, and loved by all, Malika thrives in college and is often seen as a mirage - seemingly real and attainable but disappears when approached. She's a party girl to the core. Loves to drink, flirt, and explore with her best friends, Ayana and Isabella. Her beauty is undeniable. With curly black hair cascading over her shoulders and golden-brown skin that glows no matter where she's at, Malika's presence is impossible to ignore. Her dark brown eyes often sparks with mischief, and her full two-toned lips often curves into teasing grins that hints at secrets she rarely shares. Malika excels at a lot of things but she was never the study type. She prayed the night before exams and hoped that her grades would at least give her a passing score and somehow, that always worked. Until now... Her grades are barely holding on- good enough to pass, but not good enough for a sorority like the Alpha Kappa Alpha (AKA). She wants to join. No she needs to. It's the only way she can prove to her mother that she's worth it. And she'll do whatever it takes. Even if it means casting her pride aside to get help from the boy who loathes her existence. Meanwhile... Theo Sinclair is a weapon. An academic weapon that nobody can beat. Coming from an old money family where the expectations and bars are set high, Theo surpasses them all and is often pushed towards greatness by his family. Yet he has a big flaw: boredom. Because of his uncaring attitude towards everything and everyone around him, Theo is often alone. Deliberately avoiding attention and validation from peers; he thrives in the silence and rhythm of his own scheduled routines. He has only one rule; 'Never let myself feel things I can't control.' To him, parties are ratchet and vile. An enigma vastly contrasting his reverence for solitude, silence, and carefully ordered thoughts. So when he's pushed into an unwanted arrangement, he resents the intrusion because slowly, his rule...

"𝖸𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝖾." 𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝗂𝗇 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐘 𝐉𝐎𝐍𝐄'𝐒 𝗇𝗂𝖾𝖼𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗉𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝖽𝗂𝗈 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖽𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆s 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝖿𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗇 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗎𝗉𝗉𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾． 𝖬𝗂𝖼𝗁𝖺𝖾𝗅 𝖩𝖺𝖼𝗄𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝗑 𝖥𝖤𝖬 𝖮𝖢 𝐄𝐑𝐀: 𝖡𝖠𝖣-XXXX-XX-XX

BLACK WOMAN X WHITE MAN/ASIAN MAN "You want to play games? Fine. But we play them my way." Camila Quinn built her life on discipline. A pre-med student with a flawless GPA, meticulous routines, and a future mapped years in advance, she believes in control-in earning what she wants and keeping drama at arm's length. Even her relationship with Alex Walker, the star quarterback she's been with since high school, fits neatly into that plan. Until it doesn't. College changed him. The attention, the ego, the entitlement that comes with being untouchable. Slowly, the respect fades. The excuses stack up. The silences grow louder. And eventually, the truth becomes impossible to ignore. Alex was unfaithful. He never says it outright, but the disrespect is evident. Camila tries to let go. Tries to be the bigger person. But heartbreak curdles into something sharper when she realizes how little he seems to care. One disrespect for another. Anger takes root. And then there's Leo Brooks. Alex's former best friend. His unresolved rivalry. A transfer student with his own reputation, his own edge, and a very clear reason to hate Alex just as much as she does. Leo keeps appearing-everywhere. Unintentional of course, but; That's when the idea forms. What starts as strategy quickly turns dangerous. Because Leo isn't a pawn, and Camila isn't as unaffected as she pretends to be. The more they blur the lines between revenge and desire, the harder it becomes to tell what's real-and who's going to get hurt in the process.

"𝓢𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓼 𝓪𝓻𝓮𝓷'𝓽 𝓶𝓮𝓪𝓷𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝓫𝓮 𝓽𝓸𝓵𝓭." When journalism student Elle Hart gets assigned to document her school's ice hockey team, she expects sweat, ego, and easy headlines. She gets him instead. Que Ryder Donovan. The captain, campus favorite, and the one person she can't stand. He hates the camera. She refuses to break down. But the more she films, the more she starts to see what nobody else does. and when the truth behind his perfect image starts to crack she has to choose: The story that could make her career, or the boy she was never supposed to care about.

Naomi Housner is America's newest First Lady-polished, composed, untouchable. Behind the cameras, she's trapped in a marriage that's been breaking her for years. When the cracks start showing through her perfect poker face, Naomi does the one thing she's never been allowed to do: ask for help. One "private session" turns into a secret she can't afford to keep... because her therapist is Grant Lennox-Washington's most discreet, most in-demand inner-circle doctor. He's trained to listen. She's trained to lie. And in a world where reputations are currency, the truth could ruin a presidency and the kind of love that was never supposed to exist.

"Tell me you don't want that," his darkened eyes clashed with her dazed ones, "Say it, and we'll stop right now. Tell me, and I'll go." Silence hung in the air, the distant hum of passing cars and crickets fading into the night. "Cause I have every intention of making you my wife, the mother of my kids, my everything. I want that. I want you. Understand?" Her eyes welled up, and her lips trembled as she swallowed hard, then nodded quickly, "I want that too." "That's what I thought, baby." ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ Cerise Rowan liked to keep things simple. Her days were a steady loop of sleep, eat, study, repeat. She told herself she valued comfort, though in truth, change terrified her. With change came anxiety, and her mind, already a delicate balance, struggled to cope. Her favorite S-words: sleep, solitude, and snacks, were enough to keep her "mild" disorder in check. Until another one entered her life. Well... two. If you count sex. ♡ Saint Novak lived by two rules: stay comfortable and take each day as it came. With his intimidating presence and (mostly) emotionless exterior, he wasn't exactly easy to get to know. He didn't waste time on dead ends, keeping his life decisively organized. People and things included. But Saint's problems were far from "mild". For years, he believed he had nothing to lose. Now, he's learning what it means to have goals, to want more, and to keep what's important to him close. So what happens when he walks into his parlor and is greeted by a new face? A very pretty face. One that stirs desires he didn't even know he had. Well, one taste of her is more than enough to set a few more goals.

Kameron Springfield can't wait to be done with high school and flee her small town. She's focused on graduating and getting into college. But after one too many drinks and a party, she falls into a game of dares. Dares that lead her right into the arms of the school's notoriously handsome playboy, Axel Conynghim. A new side to her is unlocked when Axel spontaneously, and unexpectedly makes a move. A kiss. One that was unforgettable. Getting involved with him is nothing but a path to misery. But when he touches her with a fiery hand and amorous lips... The desire, the lust, and the burning passion all begin to CONSUME Kameron, and the attraction she develops for Axel leads her down a road she'll never come back from. __ This book is for MATURE audiences. It contains smut, foul language, and sensitive topics, that may be triggering for some readers. Pay attention to disclaimers before any explicit scenes, as well as the summary in the Prologue for further details. __ BOOK ONE of the "CONSUME&DEVOUR" series.

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."

johnny lawrence x reader one shots includes older johnny - *warning* smut/fluff strong/mature language possible violence (I don't own the karate kid characters/places)

𝐔𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄, 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐒 what happens when healing looks like chaos and love shows up wearing a football jersey? messy girls. fresh starts. the kind of boy who smiles like nothing bad has ever happened to him. she's the girl who got out. a quinn by name. a clean slate by choice. he's the golden boy with too much charm and nowhere to aim it. ✦ 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙖𝙧. 𝙝𝙚 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙮. ✦ 𝐌𝐢𝐥𝐨 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫 - vox u's golden boy. chaos in cleats. a grin that ruins relationships. raised on football games & forgiveness. 𝐈𝐬𝐥𝐚 𝐐𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐧 - doesn't need saving. she's done being talked about. knows how to disappear in a crowd. everyone back home whispers about her past. no one here knows her name. but milo sees her. not as gossip. not as a project. as a girl who already knows how to start over. 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧: she came here to be invisible. he's making that impossible. ⸻ 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙞𝙩 𝙗𝙖𝙙 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙜. 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙞𝙩 𝙖 𝙗𝙚𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜. ⸻