"𝑯𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒄𝒕 𝒎𝒆. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒊 𝒎𝒐𝒂𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒚𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇." I was born untouchable. The spoiled, sharp-mouthed daughter of one of the most feared men in the city. The girl draped in designer clothes, guarded by killers, with a last name that makes people flinch. And one day? This entire empire will be mine. But until then, I'm content breaking rules, causing chaos, and driving the men my father hires to protect me absolutely insane. And none of them hate me more than Elias Cross. My personal bodyguard. Six-foot-four of brooding, dangerous sin in a suit. Paid to protect me. Forbidden to touch me. I can see it in the way his jaw clenches when I tease him. In the way his cold stare darkens when I push too far. It was forbidden for him to touch me & for me to seduce him. It started as a game. A wicked little power play between a spoiled mafia brat and the man sworn to keep her in line. Now, it's spiraling into obsession. Stolen touches. Dark threats. And possessive promises whispered in the dark. Some men protect you from monsters. Some are the monsters. And Elias Cross was mine the moment he laid eyes on me.

For Paige and Shiloh, hatred is simply a matter of routine. Ever since they met, their connection has been defined by toxic rivalry-a relentless cycle of snipes and explosive catfights over every inconsequential detail. But beneath this fierce, public animosity lies a dangerous truth: in the chaos of their fighting, they've fallen for each other. While Paige struggles to reconcile their emotional intimacy with their public warfare, Shiloh remains the impenetrable wall, fiercely denying the mutual attraction. She knows she feels it, but uses her denial as a weapon, ensuring their secret exchanges are constantly shadowed by resentment and emotional cruelty. Now, trapped in a volatile relationship where their love and hatred are indistinguishable, they must confront how long they can sustain this destructive, forbidden bond before their pretense collapses and destroys them both.

Paige and Tatiana found their way back to each other after years of silence, hearts still aching for what once was. But love alone isn't enough-not when old wounds resurface, secrets come to light, and the world seems determined to pull them apart. As they navigate trust, heartbreak, and everything in between, they must decide if their love is strong enough to survive the storms... or if some people are meant to find each other, only to lose each other again. Disclaimer: This story is a work of pure imagination. Nothing in this book is real-except for the existence of Paige Bueckers. The characters, events, and relationships are entirely fictional and do not reflect real-life individuals, situations, or intentions. Please note: This fanfiction contains sensitive themes including verbal abuse, homophobia, and other potentially triggering content. Reader discretion is advised. This story is written with respect and love for its inspirations, and no harm or offense is intended.

Paige Bueckers never expected to meet Sophia Taylor while venting about her ex, but fate brought them together again at UConn. When Paige ropes Sophia into being her fake girlfriend to spark jealousy, the lines between pretense and reality blur. What happens when one of them starts falling for real?

Nika Mühl plays to win-on and off the court. As a fierce competitor and fan favorite, she thrives under pressure.But when she meets Indigo Winters, the Seattle Storm's new sports therapist, the game changes. Indigo is brilliant, composed, and completely off-limits. Falling for a player could cost her everything, but resisting Nika's charm is a battle she's losing fast. As stolen glances turn into angry love confessions and undeniable chemistry, they're faced with an impossible choice-break the rules or break each other's hearts. In a world where one wrong move can cost everything, is love worth the risk. ɴɪᴋᴀ ᴍᴜ̈ʜʟ x ғᴇᴍ ᴏᴄ 𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗦 𝗜𝗦 𝗝𝗨𝗦𝗧 𝗔 𝗙𝗔𝗡𝗙𝗜𝗖, 𝗜'𝗠 𝗡𝗢𝗧 𝗔𝗦𝗦𝗨𝗠𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗡𝗜𝗞𝗔'𝗦 𝗦𝗘𝗫𝗨𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗬, 𝗣𝗟𝗘𝗔𝗦𝗘 𝗗𝗢𝗡'𝗧 𝗖𝗢𝗠𝗘 𝗔𝗙𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗠𝗘.

Caitlin Clark, She had everything a girl like her could dream of, She had a loving family, A loving boyfriend and her dream of playing in the wnba, What more could a girl ask for, That is until Fame and Fortune suddenly meant nothing to her when she met a certain blonde haired, green-eyed Journalist, Who turns her world upside down. Sienna Callaway, She worked hard for her dream job of becoming a sports journalist, So what happens when her boss gives her an assignment, and that assignment was to interview basketball sensation Caitlin Clark, Will this lead to the start of their friendship or something more than just friendship, Will loving Sienna Callaway risk everything Caitlin as worked hard for , Will it be worth the risk. ᴄᴀɪᴛʟɪɴ ᴄʟᴀʀᴋ x ғᴇᴍ ᴏᴄ 𝗣𝗟𝗘𝗔𝗦𝗘 𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗦 𝗜𝗦 𝗝𝗨𝗦𝗧 𝗔 𝗙𝗔𝗡𝗙𝗜𝗖, 𝗜'𝗠 𝗡𝗢𝗧 𝗔𝗦𝗦𝗨𝗠𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗖𝗔𝗜𝗧𝗟𝗜𝗡'𝗦 𝗦𝗘𝗫𝗨𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗬, 𝗣𝗟𝗘𝗔𝗦𝗘 𝗗𝗢𝗡'𝗧 𝗖𝗢𝗠𝗘 𝗔𝗙𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗠𝗘.

Sweet girls, slow burns, and too much tension. Chloe Ducharme is soft-spoken, sweet, and surrounded by everything pink-bows, vanilla perfume, and cozy rooms filled with fairy lights. She's content in the shadow of her older sister Caroline, until UConn's rising basketball star, Aubrey Griffin, starts taking notice of her. Aubrey is bold, funny, and tough-but beneath her tough exterior, there's a softer side that Chloe unknowingly brings out with every shy smile and accidental touch. What begins with teasing questions and playful banter soon becomes late-night hangouts, secret texts, and the kind of tension that neither can ignore. As they get closer, Chloe finds herself caught between their easy friendship and the confusing feelings blooming in her chest. Aubrey is just as torn-falling for the sweet, angelic girl who seems to exist in a world of pink perfection. But neither of them can deny the pull that's building between them, one moment, one soft touch at a time. Somewhere between sleepovers, sports, and stolen glances, they fall in love.

What was supposed to be an easy challenge turned into something far more complicated. The bet was simple: make Paige Bueckers fall for me. It was just for fun-no strings attached. But somewhere between late-night conversations, stolen glances, and the way she made everything feel lighter, I lost track of the game. Because while I was busy trying to win her over, I didn't realize I was the one falling-hard. Now, I have to face the truth: was it ever just a bet, or was she always meant to be something more?