Dr. Ryland Grace is an eighth-grade science teacher - nothing more, nothing less. Well, a little bit more. Clara Jang is a design engineer who has spent her life chasing impossible problems - and solving them. When the Sun begins to die, the world turns to Project Hail Mary as its last hope. The stakes are impossible, the timeline is worse, and failure means extinction. Ryland and Clara are used to solving problems. They're just not used to facing the end of the world together. Or to how quickly "working together" starts to mean something more. | Project Hail Mary movie + a bit of the book | | includes smut |

Sterling Carter's life is built on control-perfect grades, perfect form, perfect trajectory straight to the Olympic volleyball team. At twenty-two, she's the star outside hitter at the University of Michigan and top of her class in dentistry, the golden product of an old-money family that only loves success. One game, one bad landing, and one opponent's foot hidden under the net is all it takes to blow it apart. With a torn ACL and PCL and a nine-to-twelve-month recovery, Sterling's dream is suddenly on life support. The scouts stop calling. Her parents pull away. For the first time in her life, there's no plan she can grind her way through, no version of "try harder" that will fix what's broken. Enter Maddox King-twenty-four, captain of Michigan's D1 hockey team, human freight train on the ice, and soft-hearted menace off it. He has everything Sterling doesn't: a loud, loving family, a stupidly loyal group of friends, and the unshakable belief that people are worth more than what they can do. When a twist of timing and one overinvested best friend pull Sterling into Maddox's orbit, he becomes the one person who refuses to treat her like she's ruined. As the season she was supposed to dominate turns into a year on the sideline, Sterling has to learn how to exist without the one thing that's always defined her-and decide whether letting Maddox in is one more risky play she can't afford... or the first choice she makes entirely for herself. Book #1 in the 'Carter' series

Our dads were the NHL's original bad boys. Now it's our turn. We're Serkan and Ziven Woods-cousins, legacy players, and the league's next obsession. Add in Leander Hunt, son of NHL's original good boy-our childhood friend we call cousin-and you've got the most-watched rookie trio in the game. The spotlight's on us. The pressure is brutal. But we were born for this. Raised for the rink. Built to break records. What we weren't ready for? The girls. The chaos. Each other. This isn't your typical hockey romance. It's louder. Dirtier. More unhinged. Because this legacy we're carrying? It's not just about the game. It's about the chaos, the girls, and the wreckage we'll gladly burn for. Three names. Two legacies. Zero chill. Welcome to the Woods-Hunt Heirs era. [Can be read as a standalone, 18+ Mature Audience, SMUT warning, Mentions of drugs, parties, obsession, love triangle, babysitter, age gap, alcohol, kinks, etc.]

"Candy Land?" I said flatly. "Are we five?" She gasped. "Excuse me, Candy Land is a classic. It teaches patience. And how to handle betrayal." "I will absolutely not learn anything from Candy Land." "You're afraid you'll lose." "I'm afraid I'll lose brain cells." ●○●○●○●○●○● They're coworkers with clashing personalities-Nico is a reserved, no-nonsense, sarcasm-loaded type who avoids socializing like it's contagious. Willa is the peppy, chronically kind coworker who bakes muffins for the team and says "good morning" like it's a sacred ritual. Their company is hosting a weekend retreat meant for "team bonding." Everyone else is staying at the main lodge-but due to a reservation snafu (thanks, Sharon from HR), the last two employees to confirm end up stuck in a separate remote cabin. A blizzard hits. Hard. No power. No WiFi. No escape. Just them. And one bed. ●○●○●○●○●○● Word Count: 13,940

She nodded solemnly. "With my girl charm and my pretty dress. But now I just feel like a hot pile of creamed corn." I dragged a hand over my face. "You need water. And sleep." "I need closure." "Sunshine..." "No," she said, standing straighter and stabbing a finger into my chest. "You don't get to look like that and make me feel feelings and then just go all mysterious and noble and disappear like a sexy hitman Batman." "Sexy hitman Batman?" "I had a lot of wine." "I noticed." ●・○・●・○・● She bakes cookies. He breaks bones. Everyone in the city fears mafia boss Dominic Moretti-everyone except Tessa Bloom, the relentlessly cheerful café owner next door to his front business. She calls him "Mr. Broody," brings him muffins he never asks for, and walks into his office like it's not occupied by a man who could have someone disappeared with a phone call. Dominic doesn't have time for distractions-especially not sweet, sunshine-eyed distractions with flour on their noses. But when Tessa finds herself tangled in the underworld he's spent a lifetime controlling, protecting her becomes more than a duty. It becomes personal. And suddenly, the most dangerous man in the city starts falling for the only woman who isn't afraid of him. ●・○・●・○・● Word count: 23,178 Top Rankings: 10.14.25 - #6 in Mafia

Alexander Wolfe is the genius CEO behind the world's most advanced smart home system. His penthouse is sleek, spotless, and fully automated - and he likes it that way. No mess. No noise. No people. Enter Willow Hart, his annoyingly bright and budget-strapped executive assistant. When a system-wide AI crash leaves his luxury home unable to function without constant oversight, Alexander grudgingly agrees to let Willow stay and manage things "manually." Just for a few days. But Willow doesn't do quiet. She dances while cooking, rearranges furniture "for better vibes," and talks to his robot vacuum like it's a pet. His perfectly ordered world begins to glitch - starting with his heart. He built his empire to keep emotions out. But the one thing his tech can't calculate... is her. ━━▲━━ "Did you assign it a personality again?" he asked. "No. That would be irresponsible." I paused. "I may have named it, though." "Of course you did." "Gregory." "Gregory." "He feels like a Gregory. Stiff. In need of affection." He looked like he wanted to be annoyed. But he just... closed his eyes for a second. "Willow." "Yes?" "I am not adjusting the system to match your imaginary friendship circle of household appliances." I pouted. He rubbed his temples. "Fine. I'll take a look." "Yay!" "And stop calling me Alex." "Never." ━━▲━━ Word Count: 22,228

"Morning, Mr. Serious," I say now, setting his usual cup on the table. I add two sugar packets because I can't help myself. He never uses them. He never even looks at them. But I like the idea of them sitting there, taunting him with sweetness. His eyes flick up to mine - stormy gray, the kind that make you feel like you're under interrogation for a crime you don't remember committing. "You should stop doing that." His voice is low, accented, like gravel dragged across velvet. Russian maybe? Or Italian. Or both. Either way, it does unholy things to my stomach. "Doing what?" I ask innocently, sliding the sugar closer to his hand. "That." His gaze drops to the packets. "I don't take sugar." I grin, all sunshine and sass. "You don't know that. Maybe one day you'll wake up and realize life's better with a little sweetness." ●・○・●・○・● Rafael Volkov doesn't do small talk. Or smiles. Or sugar in his coffee. As the mafia's underboss, he's built a reputation on silence, sharp suits, and an expression that could curdle milk. So of course, Lila Parker makes it her mission to crack him. The sunny diner waitress insists on slipping him extra sugar packets, calling him "Mr. Serious" behind the counter, and treating him like a normal guy instead of a walking red flag. He tells her to stop. She doesn't. He growls. She grins. And suddenly, his late-night coffee runs feel less like routine and more like... something he shouldn't want. The problem? In his world, affection is dangerous. Smiles get noticed. Weaknesses get used. And if Lila isn't careful, her little act of kindness might just paint a target on her back. Rafael swore he didn't have a sweet tooth. Turns out he was wrong. ●・○・●・○・● Word Count: 37,478

The first time Bryson Bernard walked into Halston Hall University, two girls dropped their coffees, one guy walked into a pole, and someone in the library moaned. I wish I was kidding. 𓍯 When Bryson Bernard transfers to Halston Hall, the entire campus changes overnight. With bedroom eyes, a perfect smile, and a body carved like sin itself, Bryson becomes an instant unhealthy obsession. Girls throw themselves at him. Guys bend over backwards to be him and his best-friend. Professors overlook the rules for him. Pretty privilege is full intact. But Brynn Winscott? She couldn't care less. She's too focused on her studies, until he takes a liking to her. And suddenly, the riot turns on her. The girls who once adored her now loathe her. The guys who tried to be his friend are now stalking her. The campus has turned on Brynn, and all because Bryson seems to want her. As the obsession intensifies, Brynn finds herself caught in a web of jealousy, hatred, and danger. And just when she thinks she can escape, she's pulled deeper into Bryson's world of twisted allure and destructive attention. [18+ Mature Warning] [Smut] [Mentions of drugs, alcohol, etc.]

Completed • First Draft - not edited. || "You gonna sit there all night?" Luka glances at me, smirking. I glare back. "I was enjoying the last few seconds of peace before having to spend an evening pretending to like you." "That's funny," he says, unbuckling his seatbelt. "Why?" I snap. "Because I was thinking the same thing." || The rules? Easy enough. 1. Pretend to be the perfect couple. 2. Keep it professional. 3. And whatever you do, don't. catch. feelings. Simple, right? Sofia Calloway never planned on going viral for throwing a drink in Luka Mikhaylov's face. But one video, one pissed-off hockey star, and one furious university later... she's suddenly stuck in a fake relationship with the guy she can't stand. He needs to clean up his image before the NHL draft. She needs the free tuition that comes with the deal. All they have to do is smile for the cameras, hold hands at the games, and act like they don't want to strangle each other. Then come the late-night arguments that last too long. The stolen glances that feel too dangerous. The moment where "pretend" starts looking way too real. Because when you break the rules, someone's bound to lose. And this time, it might be both of them.

Every morning, Serenity shows up to the office before anyone else - including Ezra Langford, her infamously cold, calculating, and annoyingly attractive boss. She brings him coffee, not because he asks, but because she wants to - always with a handwritten quote on the cup, something cheesy, optimistic, and completely not his style. Or so she thinks. Because while Ezra never says thank you, never even cracks a smile... he's kept every single cup lid with her notes. Hidden in the bottom drawer of his desk, they're the only bright spot in his otherwise grayscale life. But when Serenity's warmth starts to get under his skin - and into his heart - he'll have to decide if he's brave enough to step out of hiding and tell her the truth: She's not just his coffee girl. She's the only reason he still believes in good things. »»-------¤-------«« "So, uh... any regrets on the merger yet?" "Only that Chase ordered shrimp from that place on 8th again." I laugh, too hard and too quickly. "You didn't like it?" "It tastes like regret." I grin. "That's what he said about your budgeting spreadsheet." Ezra's mouth twitches. Not a smile, not really. But close. I should say something professional. Something normal. Instead- "Do you really read them?" I ask softly. He looks up. "The quotes," I clarify, nervous now. "Do you actually read them, or... just collect them?" His eyes hold mine. There's no teasing in them. No cold, hard CEO mask. "I read them," he says. »»-------¤-------«« Word Count: 26, 074