Two freshmen's different worlds, collide on campus with hesitant hearts, unspoken fears and unexpected love that changes everything

"Look at me.Get a real good look. Because that's all you'll ever get." I blew the smoke from his blunt right back into his face...slow, deliberate, sweet little smirk curving my mouth...and then lowered myself onto his lap. His jaw flexed. Hard. Eyes burning into mine like he wanted to snap my neck. Cute. I leaned in until my lips almost brushed his, my voice low and sugary, the kind of soft that slices deeper than yelling ever could. "I don't give a fuck who you are... what you do... what you own..." My gaze dropped to his holster. "...or that little toy gun you carry around like an accessory." His brows tightened-just a twitch-but it was enough to make me smile wider. I dragged a single nail down his chest, slow. Then whispered in his ear: "It'll be a cold day in hell, Mr. Grey...before I ever allow you to fuck me."

COUTURE & CHAOS An Elite Slow-Burn Fashion Romance A Novel by Tochi Udeh Olandria Laurent built her name on control. Every look deliberate. Every word measured. Every relationship temporary. She does not get distracted. Especially not by a man she mistakes for staff. Nicolas Vans doesn't correct her. He watches. And somewhere between flashing cameras and bass-heavy nights, the mistake becomes something neither of them can undo. Hudson Williams is everything the world expects her to choose. Refined. Respected. Safe. Nicolas is none of those things. And yet- The more Olandria insists she isn't falling, the more chaos begins to feel like the only honest thing in the room. Some matches are polished. Others are dangerous. She was never supposed to want both.

Nic and Olandria decided to go back to the villa as a couple. Will they let themselves free fall into each other?

Short stories of Nicolandria!!!!!!

Olandria Carthen is finally choosing herself. Celebrating her 24th birthday with a once-in-a-lifetime trip to Barcelona, surrounded by her bestest friends and as far away from chaos as possible. Until he shows up. Nicolas Vans has a habit of showing up where he doesn't belong. He's cocky, infuriating, and way too familiar. The kind of man who blurs lines, says the wrong things, and never explains himself. One week. One destination. And too much history. This is a slow-burn enemies-to-lovers story about bad timing, off-limits desire, and what happens when the person you're falling for isn't nearly as single as you thought.

Olandria is a civil litigation attorney who has just been put on a case regarding club owner Nicolas Vansteenberghe. Throughout the trials and tribulations of the case, she reconnects with a dream she once had. With the stories that she has heard about Nic, she was made to believe that he was the kind of man everyone accused him of being. Her mind changes, though, as he reveals parts of himself he has never allowed anyone else to see. Will this be a blossoming romance between two people with unfulfilled dreams, or a disaster that will ruin the both of them altogether?

this clash of personalities is like no other. but as the saying goes, what's meant to be, will be. or does fate have it wrong this time? also on A03, user joonjelly

I cupped her face, planting a soft kiss on her beautiful lips. "Don't ever run from me, baby," I said softly, letting my thumb trace her jaw. "I love the chase." Her jaw tightened, her hands coming up to try and move mine. "Stop calling me baby, Ezra," she snapped, eyes flashing. I couldn't help but grin, dropping my voice to something low and dark. "Ohhh, now my baby has a problem with me calling her baby?" She shot me a glare, but I just tucked her hair behind her ear, pressing another kiss to her lips-gentler this time, lingering. "You don't get to tell me what to call you, baby." I leaned in closer, brushing my nose against hers. "You're whatever the fuck I call you."

Nicolas Vansteenberghe, Viscount of the most prestigious estate in all of the Ton, has long resolved that love is an indulgence he cannot afford. His betrothal is sensible, advantageous, and entirely unromantic-precisely as intended. Which is why it is intolerable that the woman who unsettles him most is not his future bride, but her friend and far more aggravating companion, Olandria Carthen. Olandria is sharp where he expects softness, defiant where he demands decorum, and dangerously perceptive of the man he keeps so carefully restrained. Olandria insists she despises him just as much and Nic convinces himself his fixation is irritation. Yet with every glance and every conversation edged too close to truth, duty begins to tremble beneath desire. And in a season built on restraint, nothing is more scandalous than wanting precisely what one must never have. Welcome to the season, Dearest Gentle Reader.