[18+] ENEMIES TO LOVERS SPORTS ROMANCE She can't stand the school's golden boy, but when fate keeps throwing them together, their rivalry starts to look a lot like chemistry-and suddenly they're not playing the game they thought they were. °•°•°•° Hannah Walker doesn't trust anyone, especially men. They're manipulative and toxic-her lousy ex taught her that lesson well. Enter Tristan Beckett, the embodiment of everything she despises. He's arrogant, a playboy, and worshipped by everyone who meets him-except her. But he's also relentless, charming, and unfairly gorgeous. Their first meeting? Instant mutual hatred. Their second? Just as bad. Their third? Um... you see where I'm going with this. It's clear to everyone around them that they're not each other's biggest fans. But fate, or maybe some cosmic prank, keeps bringing them together-forcing them to learn more about each other. But like Hannah, Tristan has a dark past - he's just better at hiding it. Faced with an uncertain future, threats from an unknown assailant, and still trying to heal past wounds, both of them will have to learn to rely on each other. °•°•°•° Because I know you guys, there's smut in Chapters 29, 31, 34, Bonus #1, 37, 39, 49, 65, Bonus #3, and Bonus #5. °•°•°•° Enemies to Lovers College Football Romance Book 1 in the Campus Kings Series (Can be read as a Standalone) Mature +18 LOTS of character development.

"Oh, Siddharth. Guess the name's the only mature thing about you," she muttered, almost to herself - low, but still taunting. "I'm done with you. You better leave my house before I kill you," I warned, voice cold. "Sid, what's this?" Mom snapped beside me, her tone iron. "Sid!" Bhai warned, and I heard Bhabhi gasp. Eesha only gave me a challenging smile. "I've signed an agreement with Vasu aunty for two years. Only death can make me leave before that." ⁕ ⁕ ⁕ ⁕ ✦ ── 𝓔𝓮𝓼𝓱𝓪 ── ✦ I've always been good at observing people. The way they lie through smiles, hide things behind calm voices, and reveal secrets without even realizing it. Most people are easy to read. Predictable. The Srivastav house should've been no different. But Siddharth Srivastav is impossible to read. He's arrogant, sharp-eyed, constantly irritated, and somehow always noticing the things I don't want anyone paying attention to. Being around him feels like standing too close to a fire-one wrong move and everything could burn. I told myself to stay away from him. That falling for someone like Siddharth would be the stupidest decision I could make. But the more he pushes, watches, and gets under my skin, the harder it becomes to ignore one terrifying thought- Some people don't enter your life to stay. They enter it to destroy you.