Nicole Jones has always been fast-on the track and in life. At just 4'8", she's spent her entire life proving that height doesn't define strength. Focused on becoming a top long jumper, she has no time for distractions, especially love. Tanner Cohen is a sprinter with something to prove. Growing up, he was teased for his Swedish accent, but on the track, he lets his speed do the talking. When he transfers to West Palm Beach High in their junior year, the last thing he expects is an unexpected hug from the feisty and determined Nicole Jones. What starts as friendly competition turns into something deeper as they push each other to be their best-on and off the track. From high school meets to college championships, from late-night training sessions to viral YouTube videos, their love story unfolds at full speed. But love, like racing, has its hurdles. Distance, careers, and the pressure of being elite athletes threaten to pull them apart. Can they balance their dreams while building a life together? Or will the finish line of one dream mean the end of another?

"Stop apologising." So I did. Then I apologised for stopping. I'm the girl who eats lunch alone and tells herself she chose it. A girl who's never been kissed, who hides behind books and oversized jumpers and a smile that says please don't look at me. Malakai Vashko looks at me anyway. Six foot seven, Russian, with knuckles that never heal and eyes the colour of something cold and far away. He fights men twice his size for money and walks out of rooms without explaining himself to anyone, and his enemies have learned not to come for him. They come for the people standing next to him instead. He told me he didn't need a friend, and to stop looking at him like he might be one. I should have listened. But I'd already caught him trying to buy flowers for someone who couldn't receive them anymore, and something in me understood him before my brain caught up. He hides with silence and fists. I hide with silence and books. I didn't fix him and he didn't save me, but the night I grabbed an underground boxer by the hoodie outside a corner shop and told him to stop, something started that neither of us knew how to end. "I don't do this," he told me. "I don't let people in." He still doesn't smile. But he stayed. ------------------ ⚠️ Mature themes: violence, dark content. No explicit sexual content.

Book three in my Peaky Blinders Series. Book two is Both of Us. Book one is Heartless. When the memory of his lover seems to haunt him to the point of insanity, Thomas must find a way to keep his world from crashing down. *A Peaky Blinders Fanfic* BWWWM *I don't own these characters but please don't steal my concepts ;) Started Feb. 16 2016 (After seasons one and two were made)

Soléi Renee Vaughn and Joesph Anoa'i. Definition of flawless

Malika Danai is pressure. Friendly, social, and loved by all, Malika thrives in college and is often seen as a mirage - seemingly real and attainable but disappears when approached. She's a party girl to the core. Loves to drink, flirt, and explore with her best friends, Ayana and Isabella. Her beauty is undeniable. With curly black hair cascading over her shoulders and golden-brown skin that glows no matter where she's at, Malika's presence is impossible to ignore. Her dark brown eyes often sparks with mischief, and her full two-toned lips often curves into teasing grins that hints at secrets she rarely shares. Malika excels at a lot of things but she was never the study type. She prayed the night before exams and hoped that her grades would at least give her a passing score and somehow, that always worked. Until now... Her grades are barely holding on- good enough to pass, but not good enough for a sorority like the Alpha Kappa Alpha (AKA). She wants to join. No she needs to. It's the only way she can prove to her mother that she's worth it. And she'll do whatever it takes. Even if it means casting her pride aside to get help from the boy who loathes her existence. Meanwhile... Theo Sinclair is a weapon. A robotic academic weapon that nobody can beat. Coming from an old money family where the expectations and bars are set high, Theo surpasses them all and is often pushed towards greatness by his family. Yet he has a big flaw: boredom Because of his uncaring attitude towards everything and everyone around him, Theo is often alone. Deliberately avoiding attention and validation from peers; he thrives in the silence and rhythm of his own scheduled routines. He has only one rule; 'Never let myself feel things I can't control.' To him, parties are vile. An enigma vastly contrasting his reverence for solitude, silence, and carefully ordered thoughts. So when he's pushed into an unwanted arrangement, he resents the intrusion because slowly, his rule...

Queen Charlotte did not believe in coincidence. She believed in design. From her throne, she observed the ballroom as a general might survey a battlefield-every movement calculated, every whisper a weapon, every marriage a maneuver. The ton believed themselves clever, believed love and scandal ruled the Season. They were wrong. Power did. That was why she had summoned her niece from across the sea. Princess Amara Charlotte Obeng stood now at the far end of the hall, her presence subtle yet unmistakable, like the hush before a storm. She wore no diamonds yet-only gold worked delicately against her dark skin, an echo of her homeland. Her posture was flawless, her expression serene, but Queen Charlotte knew better. Amara was brilliant. Observant. Dangerous. And across the room stood a man who had no idea his life was about to be dismantled. Anthony Bridgerton, Viscount Bridgerton, pillar of English nobility, champion of duty, enemy of love. Perfect. The Queen's lips curved, ever so slightly. Let the game begin

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.

Then I'll have to keep coming back." And for the first time, Chloe wasn't sure whether that was a warning...

Joelle Jordan is just trying to survive university and her life at home. Bryce Valentine is trying to survive everyone else. Projected first-round NFL draft pick. Campus celebrity. The most watched college athlete in the country. When the two strike a deal to trade study sessions for Bryce and personal training sessions for Joelle's little brother, everything seems simple enough. Then Bryce crosses the line. Now Joelle is trying to navigate a boy who is emotionally repressed, touch-starved, obsessively devoted, and surrounded by more pressure than any twenty-year-old should have to carry. Add the coaches, media attention, NIL deals, scouts, photo shoots, and Bryce's oppressive father. The pressure that comes with being attached to Bryce Valentine is something Joelle is not equipped for. Especially when she starts getting a little too comfortable with the fact that Bryce can't seem to leave her alone. [[Disclaimer: This story is comprised of drafts that have not been heavily edited]]

Ciara Reed arrived in England with two suitcases, a sharp mind, and no intention of letting romance rewrite the life she had planned. Oxford was supposed to be about ambition, discipline, and proving that a girl from Savannah could belong in any room she entered. Then there was Jackson Weston, impossibly composed, quietly persistent, and far too good at seeing past the walls she had built around herself. Years later, Atlanta had become the place where Ciara turned independence into an art form. She had built a life measured in achievements, polished appearances, and carefully protected boundaries. Yet some memories refused to stay buried. Grey mornings, cobblestone streets, handwritten words, and the unsettling feeling of being understood too well remained tucked beneath everything she had become. INCONVENIENTLY YOURS was a slow-burning interracial romance shaped by distance, ambition, longing, and the complicated beauty of being truly seen. Between Oxford's timeless halls and Georgia's heat, Ciara faced the tension between the woman she had worked so hard to become and the emotions she had never completely outgrown. Some connections arrived at the wrong time. Some crossed oceans without losing their meaning. And some became impossible to ignore, no matter how carefully the heart had learned to protect itself. © Relle H.