Jaiden Mitchell and Zara Kane have hated each other for as long as either of them can remember Not rivalry people mistake for flirting, not some cute childhood competition they eventually grew out of Real fucking hatred The kind built across rival high schools, cheer mats, bloodied knuckles, suspensions, parents getting called, and years of people learning not to stand between them when one finally swings Freshman year at UNC is supposed to be Jaiden's chance to start over, living with her sister, finally having some freedom, and throwing herself into cheer, the one thing she refuses to fuck up and the same sport her mother once built a legacy in at Texas Zara Kane was never supposed to be part of that Then the redhead walks onto Jaiden's fucking mat For the first time in their lives, there is no rival school keeping them apart, no separate teams, no walking away after competition and pretending the other one stops existing Now Zara is everywhere Same campus Same team Same fucking uniform Jaiden already knows Zara better than she should, her habits, her tells, the people she talks to, the exact look she gets before she loses control She tells herself it is because Zara is her enemy Because you should know your enemy Because watching someone is different from wanting them Until beating Zara stops being enough Jaiden wants inside her head, under her skin, everywhere Zara has spent years refusing to let her be, and Zara is about to learn that hatred is a dangerous thing to feed when the person hating you has never known how to want anything halfway Zara thinks walking away means she escaped Jaiden knows better She never escaped a fucking thing Jaiden just hadn't decided it was time yet

"I don't belong to anyone, and I sure as hell don't belong to you" "sweetheart, you've always belonged to me." __________________________________________ For as long as Addison Belmore could remember, she and her best friend, Briar Reid, had been attached at the hip. From playing softball together to falling asleep on the couch while some shitty movie played in the background, they were inseparable. That all changed at the start of freshman year when a party was thrown on Halloween and Addison found Danny Hughes, her boyfriend, and Briar making out on the couch while he was practically fucking her through her clothes. Addison waited days for a text, a call, or even an email. She just wanted anything Briar could give her that could somewhat resemble an apology-but she never sent one. The worst part was that Briar lived right across the street from Addison, yet she still had the absolute audacity to do nothing. After a few weeks of silence, Addison promised herself she'd never talk to Briar again, and that she would become everything Briar ever wanted to be. But promises do change..... __________________________________________ In present time Years had passed, and by the time senior year rolled around, their hatred for each other had become known in the entire school. They only had one more year of high school left together, but surviving it was going to be an absolute nightmare. they're also now captains of the softball team. They were stuck sharing the same dugout, leading the same team, and fighting for the exact same ending. Addison had spent years building herself up to be everything Briar couldn't touch but will her walls crumble? Content Warnings:⚠️ Smut / Explicit Content Enemies-to-Lovers Hate & Toxic Dynamics Physical & Emotional Abuse Underage Drinking & Smoking Strong Language & Curse Words Physical & Verbal Fighting eating disorder Sexual assault RANKINGS ~ 2# POPULAR 5# SPORT

SCARLETT Rule number one, never fall in love with your stepsister, rule number two, definitely and I mean definitely never fall in love with your stepsister who is a diagnosed psychopath. Thankfully I will be able to keep those rules easily since I never loathed anyone more than I loathe Sloane Blackwell. What she did I can never forgive and never forget. SLOANE Obsession is such an interesting feeling, you just get hooked and can't stop fixating on your prey. Too bad for Scarlett Beaumont the prey in question is her. She hates me oh so beautifully too, I know she'll never forgive me, good thing I don't need her to. She will be mine either way, I won't stop until she is, and her hate? That just keeps me warm at night. Let the games begin, shall we?

Sometimes we're not even fully aware of how similar hate and love really are. How closely they sit together, how thin the line is between them. One wrong word, one wrong choice, one moment of fear or anger, and you cross it without even realizing you've done so. That's how it had alwags been with Casey Miller and Olivia Lordan. They didn't hate each other for no reason. There were reasons, plenty of them, actually. Old wounds that never healed right, memories that calcified instead of fading, words spoken too young and carried for too long. But were those reasons valid enough? That was the question no one ever asked out loud. Because validity is subjective. Pain doesn't measure itself against intent. Trauma doesn't care how old you were, or what you meant to do. It just exists, heavy and unrelenting, shaping you whether you want it to or not. Everyone has flaws. Everyone has demons they fight in private. Some people turn inward and rot quietly. Some people explode. Some people run. Some people stay and harden. None of it is clean, and none of it is fair. And maybe that was the cruelest part for them. Not the hate. Not the anger. Not even the silence. But the fact that, once upon a time, it had been love, or something dangerously close to it, and that was what made everything else hurt so much more.

Kennedy Sterling does not believe in second chances Not after Reese Calloway walked away from four years of loving her and left Kennedy to figure out how to survive with half a heart and too many unanswered questions It took Kennedy a year and a half to become someone who could breathe without her Then Kai Brooks happened Cocky, patient, dangerous in all the ways Kennedy should have known better than to want Kai makes her feel wanted without making her feel trapped And Kennedy hates how badly she wants to let her in Then Reese comes back Now Kennedy has to help rehab the girl who broke her heart while trying not to look at her like she never stopped loving her ⛧ ✦ ⛧ ✦ ⛧ Reese Calloway told herself she had no choice Leaving Kennedy was supposed to protect a secret big enough to destroy everything her family had built So she did the one thing she knew Kennedy would never forgive her for She left first But loving someone does not stop just because you are the one who ran And now Reese is back at UNC, sitting on Kennedy Sterling's training table, pretending she can survive being touched by the girl she never stopped wanting Kennedy looks at her like she is the worst thing that ever happened to her Reese cannot even blame her ⛧ ✦ ⛧ ✦ ⛧ Kai Brooks does not usually chase girls this long She likes attention, the almost, the moment before someone gives in and admits they want her But Kennedy was never that simple Kennedy made Kai wait Made her work Made her want something that did not end the second she won it And for the first time, Kai is starting to wonder if maybe settling down does not sound like a trap when it is with the right girl ⛧ ✦ ⛧ ✦ ⛧ Two girls want Kennedy Sterling One broke her One makes her want to try again And Kennedy is stuck between the girl she never got over and the girl who refuses to let her run

Farah Grant has spent her entire life proving she's more than just the daughter of a business mogul. But when her father's empire faces ruin, he offers her up in a sweet deal disguised as an arranged marriage. The bride? The owner of an empire. A ruthless CEO who's as cold as the steel and glass towers she commands. From the start their relationship isn't made to work. Farah is fiery and passionate but against her "wife's" icy demeanour, it's different. Their marriage is supposed to be all about business, public appearances, and playing happy wives for the cameras. Nothing more. But behind closed doors, well that's a different story. Desire, passion and need make it hard for them to keep it all professional. But then again, contracts can't split but vows were made to be broken.

Book 1 of Inheritance Series Banks Mitchell has had a plan since she was sixteen Play soccer at UNC, follow in her mother's footsteps, and love Noah Martinez the way she always has steady, certain, safe What she didn't plan for was Ivy Ivy Martinez has spent four years filing away the memory of one kiss that was never meant to mean anything. Banks called it practice. Ivy called it the moment she understood exactly how much trouble she was in. She watched Banks fall for her little brother anyway and told herself that was fine That she was fine She almost believed it They've been best friends their whole lives. Grew up in the same circle, at the same beach house every summer, around the same kitchen tables and their mothers best friends long before either of them took their first breath. Banks and Ivy were unavoidable in every aspect except the one that mattered most Now they're roommates Same apartment. Same walls. Same 2am silences that stretch just a little too long. Ivy knows every version of Banks Mitchell the girl who laughs too loud, cries at Disney movies and will look you dead in the eye and deny it, and has never once in her life slowed down long enough to feel something she wasn't ready for The problem is Banks is starting to feel something she is very much not ready for Noah is 30 minutes away, finishing his senior year, and texting every night like clockwork. Riley Mitchell is coaching right across campus and already sees too much. And Ivy is right there wild and warm and familiar pretending she isn't waiting for something Banks doesn't even know she's capable of giving One kiss was practice This is something else entirely 18+ | sapphic romance | boyfriend sister | roommates | slow burn | forbidden | college | found family | The Inheritance Series

Avery I know I don't feel things the way other people do, it's like I'm empty and hollow on the inside, I mimic people's emotions, to pass off as normal. A family that came and went when I reached the age of 18. I barely remember my father and mother's face, when it's not through a phone screen. I have worked too hard to lose my place, and when I'm moved to London for a more permanent position for my law company. Leaving me in search of a new home designer and interior wise. That's when trouble hits my door. A redhead, with fiery green eyes and a bratty mouth who can't seem to keep it shut. Harper Monroe. My little menace. A pain in my fucking heart, if I had one. She fights me at every turn, makes crude jokes, tests me when she thinks I won't break. But then the thing with ice is, it doesn't always break, sometimes it melts. Harper I was trouble, loud, and sometimes though a lot of the time caught in the wrong crowd Mostly it ended up happening when I went to parties, trying to dull the void that sits in my heart now. I am in a constant battle of telling a lie and telling the truth, but the truth never seems to come to the surface, only the lies that I can only hold off on for so long. They think my family is rich like theirs, which isn't a complete lie, at least not until a year ago. They think my boyfriend makes me happy, but what they don't know is it's all a lie. But when a new job surfaces I can't afford to not take it. But that's when the job is to not only design a home and create it, but it's also to work alongside the customer. The cold woman whose eyes pass over me, but somehow when I watch her, she catches me watching her right back, and instead of looking away, she holds eye contact like she's intrigued before she catches herself. I tease her, I taunt her, I test her at every opportunity. I flirt and she snaps, I touch her and she snaps, but when it's the roles reversed. Well that's a different story entirely.

Riley Mitchell wears #10 like a crown The same number her mother wore when she was the golden girl of college soccer. But Riley isn't golden. She's reckless, impulsive, and carrying a legacy she never asked for. Tatum Hayes has been Riley's personal nightmare since eighth grade. Five years of bullying. Five years of psychological warfare. Five years of making Riley hate herself. Now they're both at the University of Texas. Same campus. Same parties. Same apartment complex. Riley wants to destroy her. Tatum wants... something she can't name. The line between hate and obsession is thin. And when they cross it, there's no going back. LEGACY OF VENOM A dark college bully romance