Aubrey Hayes knows three things for certain. One: Sebastian Sloane is trouble wrapped in a hockey jersey. Two: fake dating him is a terrible idea. And three: her stubborn streak isn't going anywhere. After Sebastian's carefully crafted image starts cracking under the pressure of expectations, family reputation, and one girl who can't seem to take no for an answer, he needs a solution fast. Something believable. Temporary. Safe. Enter Aubrey. His sister's best friend. The one girl sharp enough to see through every charming smile and practiced illusion he throws her way. The deal is simple. She pretends to be his girlfriend until things smooth over. And together, they survive semester three without spiralling under the weight of everyone else's expectations. No feelings. No complications. No crossing lines that were never meant to blur. Easy enough. Except fake kisses start feeling real. Late-night games turn into stolen touches. And the reckless boy everyone thinks has everything begins unraveling in ways only Aubrey notices. Because Sebastian Sloane isn't careless. He isn't untouchable. And beneath every practiced grin is a version of himself he doesn't quite know how to be. The more Aubrey sees through the illusion, the harder it becomes to remember this was only ever supposed to be pretend. And the most dangerous thing about falling for Sebastian Sloane? It's that Aubrey might be the first person who's ever truly seen him at all.

BULLY ROMANCE ______________ Juliette Al Saria had always known who she'd become. Her life was set in stone the second she'd wished it that way. She had the perfect boyfriend, the perfect university, the perfect family. She would be married, have children and be happy. That had been her plan up until seven months ago. When her boyfriend had fallen in love with the bitch who had ruined his life. Now Juliette was lost, drowning in drink and drugs and sex. Her purpose was lost, her future was tainted and she was swimming in a pool of darkness, of loneliness because losing Nathaniel Evensley, didn't mean just losing the love of your life. It meant losing your friendship group, your support system, your life. And Juliette had no clue how to get it back. Mangus Holier had watched Juliette since the first time he saw her, he had watched her fall in love with his best friend and witnessed it break her. He had felt every emotion across her face and embodied every pain she encountered. Because he loved her. He loved her the second he saw her. And he knew he could never have her. Because she would always want his best friend. Tasked with looking over a rogue Juliette, Magnus -Who had always been a dick to Juliette to hide his feelings- finds that it's harder to keep his feelings at bay because Juliette wasn't pushing him away, in fact the only way she didn't push him away was during sex. Because during sex, Magnus gave her everything he never let himself say. He touched her like the sun touches the trees, kissed her as if she was air, craved her like she was ambrosia. Juliette was his everything. And she had no idea. Because she'd never been anyone's everything. She'd never been anyone's entirety. She never thought she'd love being His Little Slut. ________________ #1st in using #1st in Cambridge #1st in want #1st in rugby #1st in breeding #1st in old #1st in bitch #1st in yearning ________________ Set in England Second year of University Warnings in intro.

BULLY ROMANCE (bratva subplot) ______________ Anika Sokolov was thoroughly fed up of England, of the people, the men, of Oxford. She hated it. But it was better than what she used to have, back in Russia. Daughter of a politician, family with deep ties to the Bratva and a future carved in ice. But that was in the past, that was gone. Or so she thought. So she prayed. To be left alone. But life hated Anika almost as much as she hated life. Especially when it kept throwing Nathaniel Evensley at her. The Son of an Earl and the son of the devil himself. Nathaniel Evensley was a sadist and he had it out for Anika. Especially considering she 'ruined his life' last summer causing Nathaniel to loose any hope of becoming a rugby player. Anika thought she'd left him behind until General Wrath drags both her and Nate back to Abernathy and insists on a team building exercise between their quarrelling siblings. Anika couldn't think of anything worse than being trapped for a week with a man she despised. A six foot something, mullet haired, tattooed god of a man who looked like he wanted to rip her in half. It was a good thing Anika grew up with claws and learned how to use them. But every time she thinks she's escaping Nathaniel Evensley, she realises he's got his claws far deeper in her than she expected. And that was terrifying because no one broke into Anika's cold mask. Ever. And she'd be damned if she'd let Nathaniel Evensley be the first. Especially when he was so smitten with his fucking girlfriend. She wouldn't be waiting for him by his heels. She would not allow herself to be his little kitten. Ever. __________ #1st in Oxford #1st in nobility #1st in tension #1st in bullyromance __________ No smut warnings but loads of smut. Set in England First year of University Warnings in intro.

"Liliana." He halted his movements. "Yes Seb?" I was in a trance. Under his spell. Helplessly so. "It's your call." "What is?" "This." I felt his thumb caress my skin from under my shirt. "This ends when you say so- it doesn't even begin unless you say so." Consent has never been sexier coming from Sebastian's lips. Two best friends find themselves in compromising positions after jokingly kissing each other over a dare. Fighting desires to maintain the friendship they once knew- How far could they take this to be really 'Pushing Limits'? Published: June 2 2025 Completed: July 19 2025 NI

Adrianna Nott has three goals for Eighth Year: Survive her father. Graduate with honors. And party hard enough to forget the rest. That plan derails the night she makes one reckless mistake. She sleeps with the one person she swore she'd never touch, her brother's best friend. The boy she's hated for years. Mattheo Riddle. He's arrogant, infuriating, and far too good at getting under her skin. She's cold, chaotic, and impossible to forget. It was supposed to be a one-time thing. But nothing stays simple when the feelings you've buried for years start clawing their way back. When the one person you can't stand is the one you've always wanted and neither of you has a clue the other feels the same. They've spent years pretending. Pretending the tension isn't real. Pretending their hatred isn't just heartbreak in disguise. And if Theodore finds out, it won't be just their reputations on the line. It'll be everything. ===== ⚠️Mature Content Warning⚠️ - Self harm - Abuse - Violence - Alcohol - Drugs - Smut - Swearing

Sex? Corbin Grimaldi's an expert. Commitment? Never heard of her. Relationships and heights? Hard pass. But blondes? Yeah, he's got a thing. Enter Evie Abbot-blonde, beautiful, and a walking contradiction to everything Corbin swears he can't stand. She's in his head, under his skin, making him question everything he thought he knew about love, lust, and the rules he swore he'd never break. He's made it this far without falling. Without letting anyone get too close. So why does it feel like Evie is the one girl who might actually catch him? And if she does... will she be the one who ends up hurt? A fast-paced, addictive college romance in a world of cocky jocks, frat boys, sorority girls, drama, and endless parties. Can Corbin and Evie handle the rush of it all? [SMUT WARNING] [18+ Mature Audiences Only] [Mentions of drug abuse, alcoholism, sexual assault, eating disorders and more]

Caleb Grimaldi is addicted to porn. What started as escape has become a compulsive cycle he can't break. In front of the world, he's the golden arm of BBU baseball and the undisputed frat king of Delta Sigma, but behind closed doors, he's unraveling. Until she shows up. Brianna Pruitt is perfection incarnate-perfect hair, perfect makeup, perfect outfits. She never lets anyone see her without armor. Ever. A last-minute housing error throws her into her worst nightmare: living in the Delta Sig fraternity house, surrounded by baseball players. And worst of all-Caleb Grimaldi, the dangerously magnetic pitcher across the hall. Brianna was never supposed to see him this close. And Caleb was never supposed to feel seen at all. But Brianna isn't the only girl tied to Caleb's life. Ayla Hurst has been woven into Caleb's world for as long as either of them can remember. Their bond is intense, complicated, and built on years of shared secrets no one else knows. One girl represents his past. One girl threatens his future. As Caleb's addiction tightens its grip and the lines between desire, intimacy, and escape blur, he's forced to confront a question he's avoiding: Will he choose the girl who's always been there... or the girl who sees right through him? ⚾︎ ⚾︎ ⚾︎ ⚾︎ ⚾︎ ⚾︎ ⚾︎ ⚾︎ ⚾︎ ⚾︎ ⚾︎ ⚾︎ ⚾︎ ⚾︎ ⚾︎ ⚾︎ ⚾︎ ⚾︎ ⚾︎

"You know I'll find out who did that to you. And they better wish for a headstart." I snap my gaze up. His voice turned awry in my ears at the menacing promise. I stare at him, blinking. "Why are you so obsessed with knowing who did this to me?" "Why are you so stubborn to keep it a secret?" I look down, dreading my answer. "Because I'm afraid what you'll do if you know." His eyes spark with sabotage. "Good." )( )( Aiden Martinez has always been viewed to let his anger get the best of him, and his whole life to assemble a root of all ominous to come. When he finds himself back in the town that has mistreated him the most, his hellish mind is made up. But when those seizing blue eyes capture him-that obsessive passion for her ignites again, vowing her innocence to ruins. Mia Heart has always had the privilege to make his skin crawl with gaucheness and now that his eyes fall on hers again, her life is bound to his. He won't have it any other way. When a flame falls, a timorous spark ignites light. A pledge Aiden holds turns all bound to the consequences into ashes. But when Mia's life comes in between his vengeance-who will shatter first? Mia? Aiden? Or the strings that divide them apart?

Arabella never meant to get close to someone like him. Warren is reckless, unreadable, and surrounded by rumors that make people run. But the more she's warned to stay away, the more she wants to know why he hides behind those walls...and why he can't seem to stay away from her either. ────୨ৎ──── Warren Reid is a name everyone in town knows, and not for good reasons. He left a student unconscious before disappearing into juvie, and now that he's back, the rumors are worse than ever. With a past that whispers warnings and a reputation that silences rooms, Warren is used to being feared, not understood. Emotions are weaknesses in his world, and vulnerability has never been an option. Until her. Arabella Winters is the picture of perfection and the last girl anyone would expect to cross paths with someone like Warren. Smart, sweet, and sheltered, she follows every rule her parents set, never once stepping out of line. But one knock on Warren's door throws her into his world, and nothing is the same after that. Everyone says he's trouble, but Arabella doesn't see the monster they all fear. She sees someone broken, someone hiding wounds no one else bothers to look for. What starts as innocent curiosity turns into something neither of them can ignore. She's drawn to the shadows he hides in, and he can't stay away from the light she doesn't even know she carries. Now Arabella has to ask herself: is she helping Warren escape the darkness...or is she just letting it swallow her too? (EXPECT CRINGE AND CLICHES!!) (UNEDITED)

A spontaneous Friday night outing led Nova to a surprise destination: Ramiro's bed, the one person her brother can't stand- and the one who ignited a fire she can't seem to ignore. "𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙥𝙞𝙨𝙨 𝙢𝙚 𝙤𝙛𝙛, 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪?" 𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙪𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙙, 𝙠𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙤𝙛 𝙢𝙮 𝙚𝙖𝙧. "𝘽𝙚𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙄 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨, 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩?" 𝘼 𝙠𝙞𝙨𝙨 𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙤𝙛 𝙢𝙮 𝙣𝙚𝙘𝙠, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙝 𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙡𝙮 𝙧𝙖𝙣 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙨𝙥𝙤𝙩. 𝙄 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙄 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙙 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙖 𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙚𝙙 𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙨𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙄 𝙛𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙞𝙣 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜. "𝙍𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙧𝙤," 𝙄 𝙢𝙤𝙖𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙚, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙡𝙤𝙬 𝙘𝙝𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙡𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙚 𝙜𝙪𝙡𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙣𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙨. "𝙍𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙧𝙤?" 𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙙. "𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙈𝙞𝙧𝙤, 𝙖𝙢𝙤𝙧?"