"Don't look at me like that..." I scoffed, licking my lips to hide my smile as I looked up at her. She was tempting. Very tempting. And it wasn't intentional, but I could tell she was falling for it anyway. Obliviously, "Like what?" Her lips curled, showing me what I tried my best to hide. She let out a small laugh, looking away so my eyes could no longer meet hers. And then, "Like you're going to make me regret my decision." _ After a traumatic event that truly exposed her to the reality that she'd been constantly warned about, Areli meets Savannah, a kind woman who brings all the best things around. But, of course, it's always too good to be true. - BOOK ONE

in which an famous influencers unexpectedly falls into a secret relationship with a famous basketball player-one bound by fame, desire, and a non-disclosure agreement Caitlin Clark x Fem OC

"Would you say that no one compares?" She asked, comedy laced in between her words as she found this hilarious. Rolling my eyes, I sighed, "I don't know..." Which was my given answer, because I didn't know. I haven't... been out, much to directly tell. But even then, "It's sick," because, "it's like it could only ever be her." - Areli finds herself doing her best to navigate life as she let everything go, leaving it all in the past for the greater good. But one night changes it all, because Savannah's eyes were always hard to not fall deep into. - BOOK TWO

25 year old Y/N goes out to celebrate her birthday and meets a older fine women who may be a little to mature for her. After one night alone Y/N can't seem to let her go and fights to keep her attention.

can you find real connection within a power imbalance? true love? in a strip club, in the deep depths of the world where the average person would cringe and flee away from? can you find it when you're balancing between two worlds? teetering between two identities? fighting to keep them separate, safe from the other? what about when you have already written it off? already decided that it was a fairytale? something people tell their daughters so they eventually settle for other people's flaws out of fear from being alone. can you find real connection, true love.. in an industry designed to make it impossible? you can try. #1 in kwn sept&oct&nov '25🤭😻😻 #2 in womanxwoman oct '25🧎🏽‍♀️

Reese is a bold, naive sophomore drawn to the mysterious Assistant Dean, Raye Holloway-reserved, older, and off-limits. Their connection simmers beneath strict boundaries, stolen glances, and quiet defiance. What begins as fascination slowly deepens into desire, challenging rules, expectations, and the illusion that either of them is truly in control.

"Am I too close?" I whispered, referring to our first conversation. Times were different now, we were different now. I watched as she fluttered her eyes closed, the sound of the music officially become background noise to the tension. It was giving in just as we did. Just as she did. "Maybe I want you to be..." - Blaine's love life is turned upside when she comes across a relentless Delta. Tatted like a notorious gangster, Niy'Asia makes all the effort to show Blaine how much she actually cares, despite constantly having to put her own feelings aside.

Amore never planned on falling for an athlete. She preferred words over wingspans, debates over defense, and editing audio over running drills. Her world was sound bites, soft lighting, and the occasional chaos of her two best friends shouting over each other in their podcast studio-slash-dorm room. Basketball? That was background noise. Something loud and hyped and distant. Still, here she was-heart skipping, voice stuck-because of one particular athlete with a stare so intense it could melt bones.

"this ain't no movie, can't put love on full speed." fem!oc x multiple female islanders

They never expected to see each other again after that night. What happened in that room was supposed to stay there, a fleeting secret neither of them would speak of again. But fate has other plans. A month later, they come face to face in the last place either of them imagined. (ProfessorxStudent)