❝You're too much of a nice boy, 𝐋𝐞𝐨.❞ ❝Really?❞ Leo scoffed, gripping Noel's entire pussy with his one hand, his fingers toying with her dripping panties. ❝A nice boy, 𝐍𝐨𝐞𝐥? Would a nice boy have you soaked like this?❞ ▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂ What happens when one of the university's star players and a young legend in the music industry with a horrible reputation cross paths? 𝐩𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝: 𝟎𝟒/𝟑𝟎/𝟐𝟒 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝟎𝟒/𝟎𝟔/𝟐𝟓 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: - #𝟏 - 𝐰𝐦𝐛𝐰 - #𝟕 𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥

Aaliyah Johnson is in her final year at Magnolia State University, where she's balancing a scholarship, an art degree, and the pressure of not knowing what comes next. Elias Carter, the university's baseball captain, seems to have everything figured out, except his own heart. When mutual friends and a poetry club bring them together, sparks ignite in the most unexpected ways. She's brilliant and blunt; he's disciplined and mysterious. But between classes, practices, and the expectations of everyone around them, connection becomes the one thing they can't plan for. From strangers to friends to something far deeper, their story grows with every season, rooted beneath a magnolia tree that sees it all. Autumn brings sparks: "I'm curious about you, but I don't even know why yet." Winter, closeness: "You calm me when I didn't realise I needed calming." Spring, love: "I've known for a while... I just didn't want to ruin it." Summer, uncertainty: "Even if everything changes, you've changed me already." Disclaimer: I do not own any rights to the images used both on the cover and throughout the story.

"I would die for her. I would kill for her. I would bleed to death for her if she told me to. I would bleed red. I would bleed any color she wanted me to for her."

Javier Solis knows how to leave a mark, both on skin and on the heart. The oldest of six, he grew up surrounded by love, laughter, and art, and now he pours all of himself into the tattoo shop he owns. Navy Jones has spent her life holding everyone else together. The middle child of a big family, dependable and quiet, she became a teacher not just to guide children, but to give the care she's always given others, even when no one gave it back. On New Year's Eve, Navy walks into Javier's shop for her first tattoo: a lotus placed close to her heart. One night, one tattoo, one choice, and suddenly two lives collide in ways neither expected.

"𝐓𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐢'𝐦𝐚 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐲𝐚 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐨𝐮𝐭. 𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐱 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐝𝐨 𝐢𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚"

"Why do you want me?" "You want to know why I want you?" He exhales, like he's been holding this in for weeks. "I want you because I don't date for fun. I don't do temporary. I want you because when I think about marriage, your face is the only one there. I want you because if I ever have kids, I want them to have you as their mother. I want you because you're the love of my life." A beat. "And I want you because everything in me settles when you're with me."

"You don't know what you do to me," he murmured against my skin. "You really don't." - Honesty, a Black girl with a sharp tongue and a bad attitude. lives in Brick City, a row of red-brick apartments know for gangbangers and old grandmothers who yearn for a better place to live. She works nights at a corner store, saving every dollar to get her little brother out of the environment before he becomes part of it. She doesn't have time for love, drama, or distractions. Then Cesar, a quiet white boy with a raspy voice and sweet way with words, moves into the building next door. Who is just trying to make a living off his mechanic job. What happens when these two cross paths and fall in love? Read to find out. #2 hoodlove #4 bwwm #3 blacklove

They were just kids when they pinky promised under the monkey bars: "Best friends forever." Now? Forever feels a lot more complicated. Arielle Thompson has always been the quiet, bubbly girl with a heart too soft and eyes only for one person; her childhood best friend, Easton James. He's everything she's not: tall, tatted, effortlessly popular, and dangerous in all the ways that make her heart race. But no matter how many girls want him, Easton has always been hers... just not like that. Until now. Senior year hits different. Arielle's feelings are getting harder to hide, her crush turning into something deeper, needier. And Easton? He's starting to look at her like she's more than just his ride-or-die. More than the shy girl who always wore his hoodies and made him laugh since third grade. Maybe it's the way her body's changed. Softer, fuller, and way too distracting for his own good. Maybe it's the way she blushes when he calls her baby girl. Or maybe... he's finally seeing her the way she's always seen him. But crossing that line could change everything. And if they fall? There's no going back to just friends. Expect steamy tension, late-night confessions, possessive energy, and a slow burn that explodes into heat. Because sometimes, the boy next door grows into the man you can't stop wanting.

Aaliyah never planned on catching the eye of Leo Ramirez. A quiet, brooding basketball player who looks at her like she's trouble & like he'd burn the whole world for her.

I let out a quiet breath as my back hit against the wall, but I didn't move. His sharp light blue ones never left mine, his jaw tightening as he stared at me. And like always, his face gave away nothing. Completely unreadable. For a second, his gaze flickered past me, landing on the guy standing a few feet behind me. Then it returned to mine. He took another step forward until there was barely any space left between us. His hand came up, fingers settling firmly around my neck, not enough to hurt, but enough to make my breath catch. I hated how much I liked it. How the warmth of his hand against my neck made me feel things down there. "I feel like you playing with me, Amara." His voice was low and calm, somehow making the words sound more threatening. "How, Sebastian?" I used his full name on purpose. His jaw ticked again. "Kissing another man tonight?" he asked quietly, his eyes dropping to my glossed lips, lingering there for a second before lifting back to mine. "You serious, Sarai?" A small grin pulled at my lips. "So now you care?" His fingers tightened ever so slightly. "I asked you a question." "And I asked you one first." Silence. The kind that somehow said more than words ever could. Neither of us looked away. I tilted my head, pretending his hand wasn't doing something to me. "I thought we wasn't together." His tongue pressed against the inside of his cheek. "We not." "So why you mad and in my business about who I lay my lips on?" His eyes searched mine, his gaze dropping to my lips again. Then he leaned in. Not enough to kiss me. Just enough that his voice brushed against my skin when he spoke. "Don't test me, Amara." His voice was barely above a whisper. My pulse stumbled. I hated that he could do that. Hated it even more because I was almost sure he knew. And for the first time since I'd met Sebastian Moretti, I couldn't tell if I'd won or if I'd just pushed him a little too far.