This book may NOT be reproduced, reposted, copied, or translated in any way unless you receive permission directly from me. Willow James only wants two things in her life: freedom from her mother and success with her music. The winter showcase her university pulls together can give her that. A once in a lifetime opportunity, she gets in, but with the small twist that she has to write a song for someone else, someone the entire world seems to know about. Everyone, but her. Summer Bennett grew up in a loving house, with loving moms, big loving family and everything a child of a famous music producer and a hockey player can get. Aside from her family, dancing is Summer's life, or that's what everyone says and what she believes, until she's selected to participate in a Showcase. She's forced to spend time with someone she doesn't know, but at the same time, she feels like she wants to know her. Two different worlds, will the stars align for them?

"I hate you." "Good. I hate you too." "Then why can't I stop thinking about you?" --- Cameron Price and Jordan Mitchell have been rivals since they were ten years old. Cameron is the University of Texas's star forward perfect grades, perfect boyfriend, perfect image. The daughter of UT's head coach, she's been groomed for soccer greatness her entire life. Jordan Mitchell is Texas State's captain whos rough around the edges, quick to anger, and everything Cameron isn't. The daughter of Texas State's head coach, she's spent her life trying to prove herself. For twelve years, they've hated each other. Fought on the field. Competed for everything. Their parents coach rival teams. Their schools are bitter enemies. Then they get assigned sixty hours of community service together. Coaching kids. Every Saturday. For three months. It's supposed to be torture. And it is. Just not the way either of them expected. Because hate doesn't make your heart race like this. It doesn't make you memorize someone's laugh. It doesn't keep you up at night replaying every touch, every fight, every almost-moment. One kiss changes everything. Then a photo goes viral, and suddenly the whole world is watching. Now they can't be seen together. Can't risk anyone finding out. Can't admit what they're feeling-even to themselves. Two rivals. One secret. Everything to lose. --- **New chapters constantly | 18+ themes** sapphic sports romance | enemies to lovers |

Being forced to transfer to a new school because of your ex-girlfriend is never easy, especially when you are the only one that isn't part of the 1% when it comes to money. But what Riven Dagger doesn't know is that she soon will be part of the popular group when she falls for the most popular girl in school (again). Collins Frost is the richest girl in town, the best player on the basketball team, and the popular girl. Her life is seen as perfect. But her breaking up with her boyfriend she no longer has the 'perfect' relationship. However, she finds the perfect girl when she least expected. ..................... "Oh so you are just sexually frustrated?" I tease. "Because of you. I mean have you seen yourself. How could I not be?" "Collins Frost, are you just trying to get into my pants?" I ask with dramatics. "If you want me to" she winks.

This is a mature, standalone girlxgirl story. Caitlyn never expected her best friend's little sister to kiss her on New Year's Eve four years ago. To her, Hazel was always Jace's awkward little sister nicknamed, "sprout," that tagged along in car rides, wore baggy clothing, and would be afraid of being the slightest bit tardy to class. So, of course, Caitlyn had to let her down gently before Hazel returned to her first year of college. Four years later, her best friend presents her with the idea of moving in with Hazel, who freshly graduated college. Obviously, she agrees, because what harm can little ole' sprout do? A lot. Because, Hazel is a lot different than what Caitlyn remembers. Bratty, tight clothing, and overall body of a goddess, all paired with the Hazel she knew and loved. But, under this new exterior, Caitlyn can't help but think differently of the woman that kissed her four years ago. - Hazel was always in love with her brother's best friend, Caitlyn. Ever since they were kids, she admired her from afar and tried to get as close as possible. So, misinterpreting the signs, during winter break of her freshman year of college, she decides to kiss her. Oh, she was sorely mistaken. Crushed. Heartbroken. Humiliated. Hazel goes back to college with the intention to forget about Caitlyn and reinvent herself. Yet, when she's found herself in shitty situation where her apartment isn't available for the next year, her brother convinces her to move in with Caitlyn. What could go wrong?

Jen and Ally's one night stand left them both wanting more but their circumstances forbid it. Can they find a way to be together without destroying each other? ❤️❤️❤️ ❤️❤️❤️ ❤️❤️❤️ "So you think lying about it is the better option here?" "There will be no lying about it because there will be no questions about it, do you understand me? This never happened." "But it did. It did happen and now you think it's better for your character and reputation if we lie about it?" "Why is that so difficult for you?" "Oh gee, I don't know Jen. Maybe because I had my tongue inside you this morning."

She was just the girl in the room next door... until she wasn't. When Fenix's Mom moves in with Maze's Dad, neither girl expects to end up living a single wall apart from someone who can unravel them with just one look. What starts as accidental glances and quiet, stolen moments soon becomes something neither of them can ignore. The closer they get, the harder it becomes to hide the sparks threatening to set their new life on fire. Falling for the girl next door was never part of the plan... but resisting her might be impossible.

Three words, eight letters. That's all it takes to ruin a friendship. One built over the years, filled with adoration and appreciation. They both know eight letters could ruin it all. What if it wasn't to break them but make them better? strong? But then again, it all boils down to who's going to say it first. ❦❦❦ "Aren't you just going to forget about me again?" "Forget you? Princess, I never stopped thinking of you."

• Fortuitous; happening by accident or chance rather than design. • Saylor gets a job offer in her hometown, which she gladly accepts. She misses her hometown, her family, and especially her best friend, Hadley... but what will happen when Hadley's sister, Emerson, also moves back to town? • The two may discover they have more in common than they ever thought possible as well as be forced to process some underlying feelings they thought they buried.

Vivienne Winters-Crawford has always had everything. The penthouse childhood, the private schools, the kind of money that fixes problems before they even start. But now, fresh out of college with an art degree in one hand and independence in the other, she wants to experience being on her own. So she moves out. No staff, no safety net, just a cramped two-bedroom apartment and a roommate she's never expected. Aveline Parker is a ghost of a girl who prefers silence to survival. Grey eyes, jet black hair, and a presence that slips through rooms without a sound. No one knows what she's been through, except Estelle, the woman who gave her a job, a room, and a reason to stay. Aveline doesn't talk much. She doesn't trust. She just survives. When Vivienne answers an ad for a roommate, she never expects the other room to belong to a girl who barely speaks. But there's something magnetic about Aveline. Something quiet and aching. And despite the silence, despite the walls, things start to unravel. One moment at a time. One scar at a time. This isn't a love story born out of ease. It's a love story built in the healing. In the light that comes after the dark.

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.