Reid Blackwell is the perfect stereotypical Ice Hockey player: cocky, always wears his hat backwards, and is in love with the idea of himself. He is the reckless bad boy every puck bunny dreams of calling their own, but when his future with the NHL is looming over his head, his team step in to save him from himself. Emiliana Beckett, raised by her famous, World Champion MOTOGP racer brother, is an ambitious law student who has to spend her year abroad working for the University of Michigan's Ice Hockey team, specifically, their star goalie-Reid Blackwell. To make matters worse, she is forced to live mere inches apart from him in the hockey house. She hides her body dysmorphia behind academic perfection, he hides his pressure and pain behind charm and chaos. What will happen when they are forced to find a way to understand one another?

Their parents ship the both off to boarding school. Fighting the challenge of being a teenager, making friends, getting good grades, and making themselves happy. They hate eachother. Or so they thought..

Who knew that being stuck in detention and extra mandatory swim practices with each other would bring two rivals together? Louie Monroe has learned that working hard for what she wants, not what others want from her, is the way to go. She's one of the best swimmers on the team and couldn't care any less about any of them and their hateful comments. And she definitely doesn't care about the team captain. Winter Montgomery, the swim team captain, also known as the ice queen, works hard to make sure she's perfect. Her grades, her swims, her whole life revolves around the expectations nobody gives her other than herself. The 'go-with-the-flow' girl and the perfectionist stuck together as punishment? Nothing could go wrong...

"𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘸𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯' 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯' 𝘸𝘪𝘵' 𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘮"

"𝘗𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭." 𝘏𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘦. "𝘐 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦. 𝘈𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭." 𝘐 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘳𝘶𝘣𝘣𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦.

She's sweet like summertime. Daisy is full of energy, she loves talking and blabs to everyone. She's the sunshine on a rainy day. He's salty like salsa. Elijah is bitter and angry. He barely talks to anyone, he never gets along with people, everyone really dislikes him. He's the thunder that booms across on sunny summer days. How will their story unfold? Will he break her heart? Or will they fix each-others wounds? Read to find out ❤️ THANKS FOR THE LOVE MAMAS

❌WARNING: VERY MATURE ❌ |Completed| 20-year-old lingerie/lewd model for vogue and Victoria Secret, Kat Lovelace. 21-year-old sexually frustrated, amazing photographer, Ryder Bane. The two are paired together as permanent pairs in a Victoria Secret modeling competition getaway. He's staring at her all day in nothing but a few delicate laces. She's finding it fun to tease the fuck out of him while he's working. They hate each other. But they can't keep their hands off each other. They're playing a dangerous game, for the rules state there can be NO intimacy between the pairs. {Reached #1 in Model} {Reached #1 in Dominant} {Reached #1 in Risky} {Reached #1 in lovehaterelationships} {Reached #5 in lust} {Reached #2 in Lingerie}

She's a wild, free spirit who sees the good in everyone, and he's the hardened, bad-tempered loner who wants nothing to do with her-yet no matter how hard he tries to push her away, she's the one temptation he can't escape. *** He's never met someone with such a bubbly personality. Not to mention the wildness and odd phrases she says every five minutes. He hates it. He hates how he can't stay away from it. He hates what she does to him; it's not like him to chase after some girl. She gets under his skin like no other. She's never met someone with such a bad attitude. He's ill-mannered and menacing. The glare never seems to leave his face. Considering it all, she can't help but feel the attraction toward him. Dangerous attraction toward a seemingly dangerous man. Maybe it's the tattoos on his arm that gets her attention. Or maybe it's because she can tell there's hope for good under his rough exterior. And she's about to find it, whether he likes it or not. It's no secret that the two of them are complete and total opposites. *** "You like being called Sugar, don't you?" I tease, placing my toothbrush back after finishing. He does the same and gives me a side-eyed scowl. He grips my chin harshly and kisses me. My body temperature raises a good ten degrees and my right leg goes all wiggly. He pulls away. "You like it when I kiss you, don't you?" He teases the same way I did to him and I'm left blubbering. "I think both of our questions are rhetorical," I lower my voice up at him. His lip curls up into a smirk. *** #1 in Young Adult #9 in Badboy #1 in Cold #3 in Goodgirl #1 in Sweetheart #14 in Love *** *Warning* This story contains mature themes (language, scenes)

Anderson's life has been filled with nothing but loneliness and emptiness. That was until a yellow obsessed girl came into his life and showed him a whole new prospective of life. Don't forget the crazy brunette who basically forces him into his friend group by offering him a pencil. Oh and these awesome weird little colorful dots called Skibbles, or so that's what he calls it. Or Skibbles. Both doesn't matter to him. ------------------------------ "What part of 'Leave me alone' and 'Get the fuck away from me' don't you understand?" I glare at her and she shrugged. "I just want to be friends." She says, smiling at me. "Does it look like I care?" I furrow my brows and she shrugs. "I don't want nor need a friend." I mumble. She smiles softly at me, "Everyone needs a friend." "Well I don't, so leave me the fuck alone." I roll my eyes, reverting my attention back to the book. "You know, you're very grumpy." Does she ever shut up? "What's you name?" I ask looking down at her. "River," She says proudly. "River?" "Yes?" "Shut up."

Aubrey Wilson has the heart of an angel. As the type of person to always trust in others, she's admirable to peers. A total darling, but with a sadness that encases her heart. Anyone could shrink down in fright at the receiving end of Luke Taylor's infamous glare. Tall, muscular, dark-haired, and handsome, he's no stranger on or off the field. Not a kind stranger either. A total brooding asshole, but with a sadness that encases his heart. --- "You didn't have to hit him or anything," I lie my head on his broad, strong shoulder. "He shouldn't have touched you like that," he tucks a curl behind my ear. ~Strong Language~ ~Mild Violence~