"𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐆𝐎𝐍' 𝐅𝐈𝐗 𝐌𝐄 𝐒𝐎 𝐈 𝐂𝐀' 𝐁𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐀' 𝐅𝐀' 𝐘𝐎𝐔?" this is a LOVE story, cus ima lover girl!

After catching her boyfriend in the ultimate betrayal, Yomi leaves Chicago behind and starts over in Atlanta. New city, new apartment, same guarded heart. Between work, therapy, and rebuilding herself, love is the last thing on her mind. Then Pierre shows up patient, steady, and not intimidated by her walls. Yomi makes him work for every smile, every conversation, every inch closer. But some connections don't rush , they wait. Sometimes love doesn't force its way in it just asks, will you let me take you there?

"You mine, Pa. You hear me?"

Artura Valentina lives a life that feels as if she's paying for all the bad karma her mom has put out into the universe and now that her mom is gone, it can only get better, right?

𝑭𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒅𝒂, 𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒆𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒇𝒖𝒍, 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝑬𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒏'𝒔 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒐 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅. 𝑯𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒆𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒆𝒕 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈. 𝑻𝒐𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓, 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆.

When photography student, Willow Kennedy, gets offered an internship with her college's renowned ice hockey team, The Michigan Wolverines, she anticipates three things: 1) Her twin brother being an unbearable and over-protective nightmare. 2) Her photographs not making any real impact whatsoever. 3) The team completely shutting out the curly-haired girl pointing a camera in their faces. What Willow didn't take into account, however, was the Wolverine's team captain. Rumoured NHL first draft pick, dreamboat and total game changer- Tate Wilder. With his infectious dimpled smile, sparkling green eyes and addictive personality, Tate quickly turns Willow's internship into a life-changing and eye-opening experience- one filled with love, friendship and opportunities. Willow didn't meet the Michigan Wolverines looking for love, and funnily enough neither did Tate, but love soon found them. ********* "Pretty please?" Her lip juts out in an irresistible pout and you'd almost think she was a sweet innocent flower judging by the puppy dog eyes she's flashing me. But that image is little tarnished by the hand she has dipped into my boxers. I can feel my Adams apple bob as I reply. "O-okay. Fine, you win this time." The smile I get in response is absolutely blinding. A full, mega-watt grin with teeth, crinkled eyes and blush on the apples of her cheek. I'll let her win everything if I get that fucking smile in return.