Quiet girls don't get the basketball star. At least that's what she's convinced herself. Everyone at Duke knows her - the volleyball sophomore with nice curls, a perfect Instagram, and millions of followers who somehow still feel invisible. Pretty, polished, impossible to truly know. Then there's Cade Mercer. Duke basketball royalty. Future NBA star. Campus obsession. The kind of guy girls fall for instantly. And somehow? He keeps choosing her. Not the loud girls. Not the girls who seem perfectly confident. Her - the quiet girl who overthinks everything and refuses to believe a guy like him could actually mean it.

Maya Smith, a senior just trying to make it through her last year of high school. But there's one thing or this one person Who makes it all a little more bearable: Owen Jones. He's smart, funny(in Maya's eyes), the co-captain of the football team, and off-limits. Why? Because he's her brother's best friend. They've known each other for years. Backyardrd barbecues, family movie nights, awkward small talk in the kitchen. But lately, Maya's feelings have changed. Ever since freshman year, her feelings started to grow for him. Yet she ignores them. Falling for your brother's best friend was never part of the plan. But neither was falling this hard. In the Process of editing

𝗦𝗜𝗖𝗞 𝗘𝗗𝗚𝗘 ❆ "Move, Carlisle." I kept my chin lifted, refusing to look away from the center of the ice. He didn't budge. Instead, a massive, bruised hand slammed flat against the cold glass beside my head, caging me in. The freezing air of the empty 2:00 AM arena suddenly felt suffocating. "You smile at everyone else like they hung the moon, Nadia," he murmured, his voice a low, vicious scrape. "But you look at me like I'm dirt." He leaned in, his chest brushing mine, his mouth stopping a breath away from my jaw. He left a smear of blood from his split lip on my pristine collar. "Keep looking at me like that," he whispered. "See what it makes me do." ⛸️ 𝑵𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒂 𝑭𝒂𝒍𝒍 has one rule: absolute perfection. If she loses her figure skating scholarship, she loses everything. She doesn't have time for distractions, and she certainly doesn't have time for the suspended, feral enforcer of the university's hockey team who steals her late-night ice time. 𝑽𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒏 𝑪𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒍𝒆 is the university's star but brutal hockey player. Comes from old-money roots, built for violence, and entirely unhinged. He's used to people either bowing to his wealth or cowering from his temper. But Nadia? She just rolls her eyes and tells him to get out of her way. That was her first mistake. Now, Vaughn isn't just taking up her rink. He's watching her. Stalking her. Discovering the secret, raw passions she hides from the world. And he's decided that her flawless, untouchable world is exactly what he wants to shatter, and he won't stop until every broken piece belongs to him.

At Kingston, love feels like trespassing. Truth feels like a threat. And Amara Thorne is caught somewhere in between. She came to London to disappear. New city. New silence. New rules. But the past doesn't stay where she left it. It follows her into her sleep- in the form of a girl she can't forget... and can't escape. Every night, the same nightmare. Every morning, the same fear: What if it wasn't just a dream? At Kingston University, nothing is ever simple. One looks at her like he can't stand the sight of her-like she's something dangerous, something wrong... something he should stay away from. But he doesn't. The other pulls her closer without trying-effortless, consuming, like she's already his favorite mistake. One makes her feel like she's drowning. The other makes her forget she ever learned how to breathe. but which one will she choose Hearts are fragile things. And secrets? They don't stay buried forever. Because somewhere between the nightmares and the truth- between hatred and something far more dangerous- someone is already unraveling everything she tried to hide. And when the past finally catches up to her... she won't just lose her heart. She might lose herself.

One blood-splattered encounter is all it took for the man known as Hades-the ruler of Cypress Hills-to feel the vice-like grip around his heart begin to loosen. Merciless, calculating, and lethal in both charm and cruelty, he doesn't flinch at chaos. He's usually at the centre of it. But when it comes to the beautiful shadow he finds himself chasing, he reaches to grab her with a manic and joyful smile. That beautiful shadow known as Nightfall when her screens are up is a ghost in the system. A hacker capable of setting the city ablaze with a single keystroke and reducing the world to ashes with two. Others tremble in his presence while she rolls her eyes at him with a slanted smile on her lips. Will she take the hand of Hades and dance through the underworld, or will the ruler succumb to the night and fall from his throne?

"I am a man of prestige, I also have great restraint but that restraint is hanging on by a thread. That thread is thinning, and once it snaps nothing will be able to stop me from pinning you against that very wall, and fucking the life out of you. Do you understand what I'm telling you?" 𝐀 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 in which a normal college student life is altered when she gets entangled in an arrange marriage with a dangerous man. rated: MATURE | R | 18+ enemies-to-lovers BOOK TWO *can be read as a stand alone* I N P R O G R E S S

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I don't like people crowding her. Don't like people touching her. Don't like people making her uncomfortable. Which would be fine... If I didn't barely know her.

Lucian placed my legs on his lap, took my shoes off, and began rubbing my feet. "How was your day at the gallery?" he asked. "It was so boring," I began. "Wednesdays are always so uneventful..." As I was explaining, his hands began to move up my thigh and underneath my dress. He started rubbing my pussy over my panties. "Mmm," I moaned, trying to grab his arm lightly. "Move your hand & continue, little girl," he commanded. I tried to continue telling him about my boring ass day at work, but the pleasure was becoming overwhelming. "I can't," I gasped. He growled darkly. "Mmm, you want me to suck on your pussy again, don't you, angel?" I whimpered. "Mmm..." Lucian stopped rubbing my pussy and grabbed my neck lightly but effectively. "Answer me when I'm talking to you, Nyla. I want to hear you beg for it. You hear me?" "Yes, Lucian," I breathed out. He smiled lightly. "Good girl. Such a good girl." Then he kissed me with so much lust and passion that my pussy was soaked, and I honestly couldn't wait.

Check trigger warnings first. Your mental health matters. Aaliyah has spent eighteen years surviving a world that never wanted her soft. Passed from foster home to foster home, she learned early that cruelty often wears a smile. They bruised her skin, mocked its color, tried to break the mind they could never understand. But brilliance is difficult to bury, and Aaliyah's mind is something terrifying-sharp enough to dismantle systems, predict outcomes, and outthink anyone foolish enough to underestimate her. When a lethal woman with blood on her hands and mercy in her heart pulls Aaliyah from the wreckage of her life, survival finally begins to look like something else. Safety. Protection. A future. Then she meets Dante. Dante is a crime lord. Prince of violence. And unfortunately for Aaliyah the most beautiful man she's ever seen. Beautiful in the way storms are beautiful-mesmerizing right before they destroy you. Dante is used to obedience, fear, and getting exactly what he wants. What he does not expect is an eighteen-year-old girl with haunted eyes and a genius mind who looks at him like he is beneath her notice. The empire needs Aaliyah's intellect. Dante is tasked with keeping her close. What begins as hostility becomes obsession. What starts as war becomes something far more dangerous: tenderness. Because beneath Aaliyah's rage is a girl still learning how to be loved, and beneath Dante's brutality is a monster who would burn cities to keep her safe. But healing was never meant to happen in the shadows of organized crime. And when the past comes back hungry, Aaliyah must decide what is more dangerous-being alone, or trusting the man built to ruin her. A dark, aching enemies-to-lovers romance about survival, vengeance, and the kind of love that claws its way out of darkness. Not for persons under the age of 18. Viewer's discretion is advised. Start: July 2026 End: