Two athletes, one bet, and the most significant loss of all-two words. Meet her: Sofia Delezar, captain of UFN's soccer team. Sarcastic, hard-headed, and tired of the lack of media and respect the female athletes at UFN are receiving. Enter him: Stephan Westerman, star player of UFN's football team, careless, big flirt, and so happens to be UFN's golden boy with all the attention in the world. However, struggles to maintain a picture-perfect reputation. The agreement: In the span of four months, Stephan takes on the task of giving Sofia's soccer team the recognition they deserve. In return, Sofia "dates" Stephan in order to shake off his playboy reputation and mend his relationship with his parents. +++ "Don't go falling in love with me, Delezar," his words lace with sarcasm. "Yeah, 'cause you're such a catch?" My brow cocks upward. "Wanna bet?" he shrugs, a taunting glint in his brown eyes. "An easy win," I retort, crossing my arms over my chest. "A competition," he declares, leaning back in his chair, his smug expression riling me up. "If, over these four months, someone-" "You," I interject. "Right... If it so happens that one of us, specifically you, catches feelings during our little 'relationship,' you lose," he explains, as though it's the simplest concept in the world. "And what does the winner get?" "You get to break the other person's heart," he says matter-of-factly. "Plus..." "You win." --- Best overall ranks: #1 sports #1 athlete #2 diabetes #3 college stories #4 hefallsfirst #4 college romance

"You're atheist," I remind him. "You don't believe in god." "I believe in you," He murmurs, letting the cigarette hang from his lips. "I believe in whatever you believe." He says, letting the confession roll off his tongue as if it were that simple. As if god, the devil, heaven, hell-as if none of it really had meaning to him. "That's not how it works," I mutter as we walk down a few more alleyways-the city of Manhattan coated in a light blanket of snow. Henry Vitiello had never had anything to pray for, that is, until he met me-the only thing that had ever opened his mind up to the possibility of religion "Isn't it?" He argues, taking the cigarette by his middle and pointer finger before blowing the smoke out. "I'II dip my hands in holy water if it means I could touch you." "You'd probably burn." 𓆩♡𓆪 𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐘 𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎, the reaper. He's a prick. An asshole. A pretentious son of a bitch. He's not perfect. He's not even decent. But he's hers. She could be a bottle labeled poison but he was an alcoholic, and he had drunk her empty. Now he was hungover. 𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒, the healer. She's known to be the perfect good girl, with perfect grades and a perfect life with a perfect family. They didn't know that behind the gated doors of their billion dollar estate, she was strapped down to a chair every night and picked apart just to be put back together in time for supper. 𓆩♡𓆪 star-crossed; adjective (of a person or a plan) thwarted by bad luck. 'star-crossed lovers' and that, they were. So they fucked under those very stars that tried so desperately to break them apart. 𓆩♡𓆪 ‼️DISCLAIMER ‼️ BOOK REFERENCES TO MARA DYER, SHATTER ME, MIND FUCK, ETC ARE ALL INTENTIONAL SO DONT BE RUDE. AS FOR TRIGGER WARN

{Highest Ranking: #3 in Short Story} Tyler - who is best known as superstar Jet Valentine - and his girlfriend Anna have been together now for almost four years. Anna has joined Tyler on his latest world tour, while she finishes up her college degree online. Things get a little weird between them when they both start keeping secrets from each other. Can they figure it all out and fix it, or has their relationship just run its course? Sequel to Late Night Conversations. It can be read as a standalone, but to understand the whole story behind Anna and Tyler's relationship, I suggest you read Late Night Conversations first. :) *Please be aware that this is going to be more New Adult since Tyler and Anna are a little older already. So things might be a bit more mature, nothing graphic though.*