Joelle Jordan is just trying to survive university and her life at home. Bryce Valentine is trying to survive everyone else. Projected first-round NFL draft pick. Campus celebrity. The most watched college athlete in the country. When the two strike a deal to trade study sessions for Bryce and personal training sessions for Joelle's little brother, everything seems simple enough. Then Bryce crosses the line. Now Joelle is trying to navigate a boy who is emotionally repressed, touch-starved, obsessively devoted, and surrounded by more pressure than any twenty-year-old should have to carry. Add the coaches, media attention, NIL deals, scouts, photo shoots, and Bryce's oppressive father. The pressure that comes with being attached to Bryce Valentine is something Joelle is not equipped for. Especially when she starts getting a little too comfortable with the fact that Bryce can't seem to leave her alone.

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."

Caden, a young free-spirited man, embarks on a journey of loss and regret as a married man. The only problem? He realises his mistake three years too late.

Theodore Bennett was the typical most wanted guy in college - being a nepo baby and captain of the football team, Theo had the face, the body, the charm and of course, his fair share of girls drooling over every little thing he did daily. However when it came to grades, he slacked. The last thing Theodore wanted was ending up forced to be in a presentation group led by the girl whose guts he hated. Maria Michaels - Nigerian, but born and raised in Ireland moved to the US for college, was who you could call the 'perfect student'. She continuously scored high in assignments, had several friends, was elevating in cheer and was positively known by as much people possible within a month of her arrival. Of course, she also, had the face, the body, the charm, the attention, and the grades Theo lacked. The last thing Maria wanted was ending up forced to lead a presentation group including the guy whose guts she hated. "Fucks sake", they say, the exact same time. Rank: #1 Forced Proximity - 29th July, 2025 #1 Sports Romance - 4th September, 2025 #1 College - 15th November, 2025 #1 Melanin - 17th Jan 2026 #1 WMBW - 31st Jan 2026 #2 Interracial - 2nd August, 2025 #2 College Romance - 3rd August, 2025 #2 University - 11th August, 2025 #3 Possessive - 5th August, 2025

"I'm nobody's damsel in distress." - Colette Fontaine She walks with a blade and a laugh, soft lips and sharp intent. Pretty enough to make you look twice. Dangerous enough to make you wish you hadn't.

"Please, baby... I only got a taste. I 𝓝𝓮𝓮𝓭 more." ♧👻♧

+18 Igor patted his thigh-slow, deliberate. "Come here," he said, voice thick with amusement. "Sit on my lap. You look tense." Etta stood her ground, she didn't want him to win. His smirk deepened "You want to see what happens when I ask again?" **** When Etta agrees to a spontaneous trip to Russia with her best friend, she expects snow, sightseeing, and maybe a little adventure-not to be hunted down by a brooding, relentless police officer with icy dark grey eyes and a claim that burns. Igor doesn't ask. He takes. And from the moment he sees her... she's his. WARNING: This story contains dark themes, obsession, NASTY sexual scenes, Reader discretion is advised.

"Let me eat this pussy, ma." ♧👻♧

My eyes drifted back towards the pink eyesore across the street and followed her silhouette as I wiped the blood from my hands. My lips curled into a chilling grin. She's what I need to keep me interested for a while. Like a lamb to the slaughter I'm going to get ahold of her and break her spirit. I'm going to watch the ignorance and optimism drain from her as I sink my claws into her. I hope that little lamb can run because I love a good and thrilling chase...