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Y/n Reeves is no stranger to survival. She had to survive in the streets, raised in Shepherd's Bush, body inked with tattoos displaying the pain and grit. She built her name from drug deals and nonstop hustling in the streets and the studio. Now, she's rising-the UK's newest obsession in the rap game. To her, it's her way out, her way to keep her promise. Alexandra Saint Mleux is the last person she should want. Polished. Untouchable. The girlfriend of F1's golden boy-and Y/n's half-brother, Charles Leclerc. What begins as tension spirals into something unspoken. Something messy. Obsession doesn't always arrive loudly. Sometimes it waits in a glance. And sometimes, it feels like love. GxG Y/n G!p Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. All characters, events, and dialogue are entirely imaginary or used fictitiously. Song lyrics quoted in this book are the property of their respective copyright holders. All rights to the lyrics, titles, and musical compositions belong to the original creators and copyright owners. No copyright infringement is intended. I do not claim ownership of any lyrics, titles, or compositions not written by me. Lyrics are used for creative, transformative purposes only, within the context of a fictional narrative. No copyright infringement is intended. Where lyrics are used, they are for illustrative purposes only and not for commercial exploitation of the song itself.

Laken Maleko has spent her life being told she doesn't fit. Too much. Not enough. Wrong lane. Wrong box. She never listened. In her Samoan family, Laken's intersex identity was never a flaw. It was a blessing. A sign of balance. Of strength. Of being touched by the gods. She was raised with discipline by her football-playing father and grounded by her culture, taught to stand tall in who she is long before the world tried to tell her otherwise. From the islands of Hawaiʻi to the heart of UCLA football, Laken carved her own path. As the first intersex woman to play men's college football, she didn't ask for permission. She showed up, did the work, and let her performance speak. Now the NFL Draft is approaching, and history is no longer distant. Laken is on the edge of becoming the first intersex woman selected in the first round. Every rep matters. Every moment counts. The pressure is heavy, especially when the outside world sees her identity as controversy instead of truth. Then there's Kylie Jenner. Public life, private contradictions, and a connection neither of them planned for. What begins as proximity turns into something harder to ignore. But attraction gets complicated when one of you lives under constant scrutiny and the other is protecting everything she's built. Love and Touchdowns is not a fairytale. It's a story about identity, ambition, culture, and desire. About carrying pride without apology. About choosing yourself without closing your heart. And about what happens when the life you were raised to honor collides with the one the world refuses to understand.

Landry De Blaise Van Haren is a trailblazer in the world of sports. At 26, she becomes the first female and first intersex athlete ever drafted into the NBA, breaking barriers in a male-dominated sport. Born to a French duchess and an intersex female Army Lieutenant General from New Orleans, Landry's upbringing bridges the elegance of French aristocracy and the vibrant resilience of the American South. Raised by her Papy Sol in the U.S., Landry found her identity on the basketball court. After starting on the women's team at Iowa, she boldly switched to the men's team for her final college years, proving herself every step of the way. When familial duty called her back to Paris, she put her career on hold to support her mother, the Duchess. But her passion couldn't be contained for long, and she seized her second chance when the NBA came knocking. Now drafted by the Phoenix Suns, Landry's historic entry into the league shakes the sports world. During her third game, a play sends her crashing courtside - and into the lap of Kendall Jenner. Their instant chemistry captures the media's attention, setting the stage for a new chapter in Landry's already remarkable journey.

Omertà-the Mafia's sacred code of silence. No talking to cops. No betraying the family. No mercy for those who break it. Lorenzo "Enzo" Moretti lives by it. As the ruthless don of Chicago's most powerful Italian syndicate, he's built an empire on blood, loyalty, and unbreakable rules. Until Aaliyah Brooks. One glance at her soft curves, warm brown skin, and innocent smile shatters his control. She's light in his world of shadows-sweet, trusting, untouched by violence. He should stay away. Instead, he claims her. Obsesses over her. Vows to protect her at any cost. But in Enzo's world, love comes with secrets. And when danger targets what's his, he'll enforce omertà the only way he knows how: silently, brutally, without her ever knowing the bodies he buries to keep her safe. She's his salvation. He's her damnation. And once she's his, there's no escaping the don who broke his own code for her. A/N : This book has a lot of smut (they do it almost all the time) 🥲 and this book has a brand new story line

Amira Willis had her heart shattered and her future stolen when her ex cheated. Done with waiting for a man to build the family she craves, she takes matters into her own hands. A single visit to a fertility clinic, and her dream of motherhood is finally within reach. She's ready to do this alone. Preston Rutherford is a god in a suit. As a billionaire mogul, the world bows to him, and women are merely a distraction. He donated to a fertility lab years ago on a whim, forgetting it ever happened. Their worlds collide when a routine company event reveals a shocking truth. Amira, his employee-and his former friend's ex-is glowing, curvaceous, and undeniably pregnant. A pregnancy that sets Preston's blood on fire with a possessive desire he's never known. But his world shatters when he discovers the impossible: the secret donor she used... was him. He didn't plan on a baby. He didn't plan on her. But now that he knows, he'll stop at nothing to claim what's his. Both of them.

Sam needed a wife. I needed a stable for my horses. We agreed to a marriage of convenience, but it seemed to be more. For a while. Until my distant cousin, who was Sam's ex, showed up on our doorstep. And I was no longer convenient.

lu·na·tic (/ˈlo͞onəˌtik/) "A person driven mad by the moon." None could make her crazy enough to want them. But who would have thought, Love was a dangerous thing that made even the sanest person go insane. ×-×-×-× [Warning!] Dark Romance, Horror, Detailed Gore, Sexual Themes, Triggering stuff is present (rape and suicide). Jennie Tops February 2020 - August 2020

∼formerly Falling∼ I want to get louder I got to get louder We 'bout to go up baby, up we go We 'bout to go up baby, up we go We're blowing up speakers Our heart a little clearer We 'bout to go up baby, up we go We 'bout to go up baby, up we go And for worse or for better Gonna give it to you In capital letters We put a crack in the shadows And you told me it's okay to be the light When we lie so still, but you're taking me places Holding me onto you And we don't care who's watching us, baby ↜Capital Letters↝ Hailee Steinfeld & BloodPop

She doesn't know what she does to me. Jennie Ruby Jane Kim walks through life like the world belongs to her. Not because she's arrogant-no. She's too sweet for that. Too soft. It's because the world wants to belong to her. People give her things without asking. Attention. Praise. Protection. Love. She gets it all. And yet-she looks at me with those wide, innocent eyes like she doesn't know how dangerous I am. If she did... She'd run. I am not safe. Not when she smiles. Not when she laughs. Not when she walks past me with that soft scent of vanilla and crushed petals and I'm left-hard and aching-behind my desk, jaw clenched, fists tight. I'm not the kind of woman people fall for. I don't date. I don't flirt. I don't feel. Except her. Always her. I am her professor. She is my student. And I am a monster with a secret between my thighs. A curse I've never let anyone see, never let anyone touch. But for her, I would destroy my rules. For her, I would ruin us both.