Pain. Those 4 words can effect a person mentally and physically. Those 4 words I don't wish on anyone, Aelia.

When a bubbly track star meets a grumpy Dutch baller... A college sports romance between two polar opposites.

"𝐓𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐢'𝐦𝐚 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐲𝐚 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐨𝐮𝐭. 𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐱 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐝𝐨 𝐢𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚"

𝖸𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝗒𝗌, 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝗒, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍'𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝗒 𝖨 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝗈𝗒...

Joelle Jordan is just trying to survive university and her life at home. Bryce Valentine is trying to survive everyone else. Projected first-round NFL draft pick. Campus celebrity. The most watched college athlete in the country. When the two strike a deal to trade study sessions for Bryce and personal training sessions for Joelle's little brother, everything seems simple enough. Then Bryce crosses the line. Now Joelle is trying to navigate a boy who is emotionally repressed, touch-starved, obsessively devoted, and surrounded by more pressure than any twenty-year-old should have to carry. Add the coaches, media attention, NIL deals, scouts, photo shoots, and Bryce's oppressive father. The pressure that comes with being attached to Bryce Valentine is something Joelle is not equipped for. Especially when she starts getting a little too comfortable with the fact that Bryce can't seem to leave her alone. [[Disclaimer: This story has not been edited yet!]]

I dragged my nails lightly over his chest, slow, my eyes locked on his. "You told me I was in control, remember?" My voice dipped lower, sultry, daring. I leaned close enough that my lips brushed his ear. "Then say it, baby. Say you're my bitch." A dark laugh rumbled from his lips, low and sinful, the kind that made my stomach flip. His eyes didn't waver, didn't blink. "I'm your bitch," he said...calm, but hot as fuck. The words rolled off his tongue like he'd been waiting to say them, and God, the way he said it almost made me melt right there.

They say revenge is best served cold... and she's about to serve the best platter yet. Savannah Bristow wasn't the reckless type, but after catching her boyfriend in bed with her cousin-then finding out he's marrying her-she refuses to show up to their wedding alone. She needs a charming, bright smile, clean cut man to make her family swoon and make her ex regret ever losing her. She matched with the perfect guy for the job, but that isn't who showed up to meet her. In his place was his best friend. Jaxon Cage. The tattooed, illegally handsome, sharp-tongued menace who tormented her through high school-the last person she ever wanted to be dating, fake or not. But Jaxon's not the same boy she remembers. Beneath the cocky smirk is a man carrying his own demons, and when he offers to show her how to bring a man to his knees, the lessons start to cross a line neither of them ever expected to. Now Jaxon can't tell where the act ends and the truth begins, and it doesn't take long for him to realize that she might be the one he'd ever fall to his knees for. --- Fake dating. Hate to love. One wedding, one bet, and one very bad idea. Show Me How is a steamy, addictive university romance about second chances, past scars, and the moment a good girl decides to be bad for all the right reasons. ----- HIGHEST RANKINGS #1 in Fake Dating of 5.82K stories #26 in Forced Proximity of 7.58K stories #4 in Black Women of 15.8K stories #77 in Romcom of 37.6K stories #32 in Hate to Love of 26.2K stories #1 in Dating App of 467 stories #1 in Novel November of 28 stories #1 in Tattoos of 9.2K stories

[Book #2] Bwwm one shots of our favorite celebrities! Tons of smut and toxicity, just how we like it✨

Malika Danai is pressure. Friendly, social, and loved by all, Malika thrives in college and is often seen as a mirage - seemingly real and attainable but disappears when approached. She's a party girl to the core. Loves to drink, flirt, and explore with her best friends, Ayana and Isabella. Her beauty is undeniable. With curly black hair cascading over her shoulders and golden-brown skin that glows no matter where she's at, Malika's presence is impossible to ignore. Her dark brown eyes often sparks with mischief, and her full two-toned lips often curves into teasing grins that hints at secrets she rarely shares. Malika excels at a lot of things but she was never the study type. She prayed the night before exams and hoped that her grades would at least give her a passing score and somehow, that always worked. Until now... Her grades are barely holding on- good enough to pass, but not good enough for a sorority like the Alpha Kappa Alpha (AKA). She wants to join. No she needs to. It's the only way she can prove to her mother that she's worth it. And she'll do whatever it takes. Even if it means casting her pride aside to get help from the boy who loathes her existence. Meanwhile... Theo Sinclair is a weapon. An academic weapon that nobody can beat. Coming from an old money family where the expectations and bars are set high, Theo surpasses them all and is often pushed towards greatness by his family. Yet he has a big flaw: boredom. Because of his uncaring attitude towards everything and everyone around him, Theo is often alone. Deliberately avoiding attention and validation from peers; he thrives in the silence and rhythm of his own scheduled routines. He has only one rule; 'Never let myself feel things I can't control.' To him, parties are ratchet and vile. An enigma vastly contrasting his reverence for solitude, silence, and carefully ordered thoughts. So when he's pushed into an unwanted arrangement, he resents the intrusion because slowly, his rule...

"Listen, baby. I don't wanna hear anything from you except my name. No fighting. No talking shit. You're gonna take my dick like a good girl because of the fucking hell you've been putting me through." "And if I don't want to?" "The door's locked, not barricaded," he scoffed smugly. "But you've had so many chances to tell me to give up on you and you never really did. I don't think you wanna leave, do you?" There was still a hint of doubt in his question, so he tightened his grip on my neck to compensate for his fear. This only made me hornier. He was about to ruin me. "No, Mr. Craft, I don't wanna leave." "Then give me your mouth." ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ In which a young professor is hired by the enigmatic Chancellor and founder of Craft University, who looks suspiciously young for his age. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This is a romance book with supernatural elements following Veronica Greene-Pierre and Sebastian Craft. It is Book 1 in The Craft Trilogy. Happy reading! xoxo. - Sami