During her sophomore year, rising sports star Parker Atkinson suddenly finds herself thrusted into the spotlight as her high school football team's starting quarterback after the first-string player is sidelined by a serious accident. Already a softball standout, Parker faces the thrill of new opportunities and the scrutiny of doubters who can't handle a female in the quarterback position. Amidst homophobic slurs, skepticism, and the pressures of being a teen athlete, Parker must prove not only her skill on the field but her strength off it. Her best friend and longtime crush, Emma Williams, is a straight-A student with her eyes set on Stanford. Emma has always been Parker's quiet anchor, tutoring her through late-night homework sessions, cheering her on at every practice and game, and shielding her from the cruel remarks of others. While Parker struggles to focus on anything but Emma, neither wants to risk their friendship by confessing their feelings... until the tension between them becomes impossible to ignore. As Parker navigates the challenges of high school sports, first crushes, and family dynamics, including her supportive but hardworking single mother, she must also confront what it truly means to take risks, both on the field and in her heart.

SCARLETT Rule number one, never fall in love with your stepsister, rule number two, definitely and I mean definitely never fall in love with your stepsister who is a diagnosed psychopath. Thankfully I will be able to keep those rules easily since I never loathed anyone more than I loathe Sloane Blackwell. What she did I can never forgive and never forget. SLOANE Obsession is such an interesting feeling, you just get hooked and can't stop fixating on your prey. Too bad for Scarlett Beaumont the prey in question is her. She hates me oh so beautifully too, I know she'll never forgive me, good thing I don't need her to. She will be mine either way, I won't stop until she is, and her hate? That just keeps me warm at night. Let the games begin, shall we?

Sloane is what's left when the truth is taken too early. Luca is what survives when the truth is told too late. They were never meant to stand in the same room without something breaking. Every look is a reminder. Hate should have been enough. It should have stayed simple. Clean. But it doesn't. It fractures. It lingers. It turns into something heavier-something that makes it hard to breathe when the other gets too close. And the closer they get, the more they realize that everything they once felt is starting to burn.

I wanted her to scream, "Because you make my heart bleed, when you look at me like that!" She'd say something like, "Why would you want your heart to bleed? If I'm causing you pain, what good am I too you?" Maybe I'd answer, "No one thing can be beautiful, without a little pain. You're not just pain, you're the one beautiful thing.. MY beautiful thing." Then we'd kiss, and the rain would start. But she didn't. She never will. It's the things we don't say.

"You're nicer when drunk" I state looking ahead. "You don't know me" she replies dryly. "Neither do you but look where we are now" I murmur starting the car. "Who doesn't know you? You've literally fucked every girl in school... Oh sorry, city." Her words catch me by surprise because she's not shown any signs of knowing me or my reputation. I scoff a laugh, kind of proud of my legacy "Nice." "What's so funny?" I look over at her a grin on my face. She doesn't smile back. "What? You want me to fuck you?" I tease but she still doesn't smile back. "I don't want to be fucked by a walking STD thank you very much." Well ouch. The nerve to say that in her polite posh accent. "That actually hurt Sparks" I wince "But don't worry I'm not interested in you in that kind of way either, you're not my type" I lie. I've been drooling over her since I saw her. "I'm surprised a whore like you would have a type" she shoots back and I have to fight my jaw from falling. I don't want to give her a reaction. "Holy shit Sparks, you kiss your mother with that mouth?" I chuckle and she rolls her eyes. ** Cainine also known as Alison is used to running away from her problems the only two ways she knows how to, drugs and sex until she's knocked back to reality with a girl who does things differently. This however, interests Cainine and before she realizes it, she's out of her bubble and is oddly fascinated with this girl. Flame Sparks a foreign British girl runs into the school's most known 'slut' but with time she realizes that there's more to Cainine than the tough guy act she puts up. She gets to know the different sides of Cainine but in the end she still knows the Cainine that everyone knows of and is afraid she'll be making a mistake if she lets her in. Will she let her in and risk making a mistake or will she walk away ?

Maxine Crawford had always embraced life on her own terms-calm, reserved and unafraid of any chaos that came with it. But what she never expected was for her return to her local high-school to unravel everything she thought she knew. Annabelle Quinn had always been a quiet, kind hearted, high-school senior, someone Maxine had barely acknowledged growing up. Annabelle was nothing more than her brothers good friend, someone who had always been "off limits" to her. When Maxine begins volunteering at the school, she starts seeing the girl in a new light. Behind those soft eyes, and gentle smiles, there was also a darkness, a web of secrets Anna had kept hidden for years. As Maxine becomes more entangled in Annabelle's world, she finds herself drawn to her, despite every instinct telling her to stay away. Their connection is undeniable, but some bonds are more dangerous than they first appear. (editing in the process)

When two girls, who can't seem to stand each other, go on a school camping trip together, what could possibly go wrong?

Rated 18+ for lesbian sex scenes and crude language. Paris Carter has been bullied for her size and out of place because she was taller than most boys. However, she was untouchable considering the fact that she was Bleu Ivy's best friend. That's the only reason people even knew her name. Stunning, popular, and rich, Bleu Ivy (NOT Beyoncé and Jay's daughter) had it all. She protected her best friend, had a supportive group of friends, excelled in school, and had her future all planned out. Everything was fine. Wrong. Paris disappeared without a trace for one exact year. And she came back...Different. A lot of changes can happen in a year. From besties to ex-best friends, from an ordinary girl to a princess of her own country, from platonic love to lust: Bleu's senior year isn't as ordinary as she expected. "You're a WHAT?!" "A princess."

Prologue "What the hell? No Javen! And. That promise was like when we were 3! So No!" "Okay then, I'll tell mom that you broke your promise. And then they'll get all your gadgets, along with your beloved cellphone and also your credit card." "Why would they do that?" "Have you forgotten that our parents are promises freak ?" He smirked. " Shit! why the hell do I need to do that?" "Its better if you dont know. So you can have my room and clothes. " No. What have I gotten myself into? I, June, the twin sister of Javen, will go to my asshole brother's school and pretend to be him. How hard can it be? Except that I totally forgot that she has this overly attractive girlfriend. Yeah, I'll be fine.

One taste of that pouty red lip that's panting so delightfully and this game of ours will be over. And I don't want it to ever be over. "Alstor..." Sky moaned out my name again. Just the sound of my name coming from her was close to bring me to the edge. My last name so strange coming from others but so sweet uttered from her lips. NOTES: For fans of Tryst Six Venom and Loathing You!! I really wanted to read another work like these but I couldn't find any so I decided to just write one??? DEFINITELY NOT AS GOOD but I hope you will like the few chapters bcus i aint writing much but like i have never written anything aside from things in english class so 😟😟 but oh well yay iloveu for even getting to this last part of my yap !! 🫶🫶