Behind the old walls of the mansion lies a story waiting to unfold. And perhaps, a world beyond imagination.

"He should never have hit you, but winding him up like that..." "Like what? Talking about being your partner, working with you, spending time with you. That's no fabrication, H. We are going to be spending a whole lot of time together this semester." His eyes fluttered as he spoke, while I laid the second plaster down across his skin. "Are we now? I thought a shared doc would suffice." "Please, and miss the chance to chew me out. Never." "You think I like arguing with you? I love arguing, full stop. It has nothing to do with you." ++++++ University isn't all partying and cutting class, at least not for Harper Marckes. A+ student, former trophy girlfriend and all-round excellent friend, Harper knows exactly what she wants. Well except for the romance stuff, she's not so great at that. Verbal spars, bookside kisses, late night shots, secret campus hideaways and a whole new understanding of love? Yup, you're in the right place. College Romance Sports Romance New Adult Home of longer than average sentences

​"Lie on your stomach, Graham. And brace yourself for hell, because this is not going to be a gentle relaxation massage." ​She is saving his NHL dreams. He is giving back the ice that was wrongfully stolen from her team. Marilotte Ottilie Morrell and Garrett Graham were never supposed to cross paths outside the bright spotlights of Briar University. But what happens after hours in the university's physical therapy clinic quickly spirals out of control. •••••••••••••••• OFF CAMPUS FANFICTION GARRETT GRAHAM X OC

Что случается когда два танцора влюбляются? Нет, они разные, два разных стиля, два разных человека, но их атмосфера приковывает взгляды.

|| 𝐎𝐅𝐅 𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐔𝐒 - "I don't care how complicated this gets, I still want you." Anastasia Graham never really had space for anything that didn't fit into a schedule. Skating, studying, training, repeat. That was her life at Briar University, carefully structured and tightly controlled, because if she let anything slip into the gaps, everything else starts to wobble. She doesn't do distractions. She doesn't do "figuring things out." And she definitely doesn't do boys. Especially not the kind who smile like they already know how the story ends. Dean Di Laurentis is exactly that kind of problem. Her brother's best friend. A hockey player. Infuriatingly confident, effortlessly charming, and the kind of guy who never seems to take anything seriously until you realize he's somehow good at everything anyway. Anastasia had known of him forever, seen him around campus and in his and Garrett's shared home, always assuming he was just another cocky athlete who thrived on attention. She was wrong. It started as nothing, just passing moments she didn't think twice about, until one night it wasn't nothing anymore. One conversation that ran longer than it should have. One look that lingered too long. One version of him that didn't feel like the loud, careless hockey player everyone else saw. It was something that noticed her in a way she wasn't used to being noticed. After that, things didn't stay simple. Because suddenly it wasn't just skating and school anymore. It was skating, school, and Dean, quietly, annoyingly, taking up space in her head she didn't have to give. And with her most important figure skating performance coming up, the timing couldn't have been worse. Or more dangerous. fem!oc x Dean Di Laurentis 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟔- @avaawritesz frozen desires - Dean Di Laurentis