One night. One mistake. One heartbeat that changes everything. When Sierra Fields, a quiet college girl , sneaks into the hottest after party of the year, she expects nothing more than a story to tell her girls. She does not expect Kingston "King" Hale... Brooklyn's rising rap superstar with a voice like sin and a stare that ruins your good judgment. What starts as a flirtatious moment turns into a reckless, unforgettable night neither of them is supposed to remember.

"You don't belong here. If you don't get your fucking weirdo ass out, I will personally drag you out of here my goddamn self. I don't give a single fuck about what my mom said, I fuck with a certain type of people and your embarrassing ass ain't one of them. I ain't invite you, so get the fuck on." I felt my heart tug at his words, for some reason. Not knowing what else to do, I slapped him hard across the face. The sound vibrated across the room, and suddenly all attention was on us. People gasped with 'ohhhhs' and 'oooh's' in shock. Cameras began flashing. I grabbed Zion by the collar of his shirt and brung him down to my height. "You don't get to fucking talk to me that way. Not after how you did me and our friendship, you piece of shit. Fuck your graduation, I hope you break your fucking leg! Get that basketball scholarship took real quick!" I screamed it loud enough for everyone to hear. I grabbed my purse and Novalie - practically dragging us out of there. I could hear the sounds of people snickering. Whether it was at me or at Zion, I didn't care. It didn't change the embarrassment and hot tears that were stinging my eyes. ... Kameron Alvarez liveꜱ in the ꜱmall, urban town of Cliffmark- and it iꜱn't for the weak. Same high ꜱchool, ꜱame college, ꜱame people, ꜱame drama, ꜱame problemꜱ. And worꜱt of all, ꜱame enemieꜱ. As Kameron learnꜱ to navigate through her college experience, ꜱhe alꜱo learnꜱ of information regarding her childhood friend turned enemy, Zion Solace. How ꜱhe uꜱeꜱ it may break the relationships of some around her. To her surprise, it will make her and Zion's. But only if their ego's let them.

"You want to play games? Fine. But we play them my way." Camila Quinn built her life on discipline. A pre-med student with a flawless GPA, meticulous routines, and a future mapped years in advance, she believes in control-in earning what she wants and keeping drama at arm's length. Even her relationship with Alex Walker, the star quarterback she's been with since high school, fits neatly into that plan. Until it doesn't. College changed him. The attention, the ego, the entitlement that comes with being untouchable. Slowly, the respect fades. The excuses stack up. The silences grow louder. And eventually, the truth becomes impossible to ignore. Alex was unfaithful. He never says it outright, but the disrespect is evident. Camila tries to let go. Tries to be the bigger person. But heartbreak curdles into something sharper when she realizes how little he seems to care. One disrespect for another. Anger takes root. And then there's Leo Brooks. Alex's former best friend. His unresolved rivalry. A transfer student with his own reputation, his own edge, and a very clear reason to hate Alex just as much as she does. Leo keeps appearing-everywhere. Unintentional of course, but; That's when the idea forms. What starts as strategy quickly turns dangerous. Because Leo isn't a pawn, and Camila isn't as unaffected as she pretends to be. The more they blur the lines between revenge and desire, the harder it becomes to tell what's real-and who's going to get hurt in the process.

Nia Carter's first week as a PR assistant for the Atlanta Vipers was supposed to be simple: fix the team's image, keep players out of trouble, and definitely not fall for their biggest headache. Enter Jace "J.R." Rowland - the league's most fine, most reckless, most trending-for-the-wrong-reasons NBA star. He's drama. He's trouble. He's everything she promised herself she'd never touch. Then one night changes everything. Now Nia is juggling her job, her reputation, a jealous ex, a ruthless media... and a pregnancy she's desperate to keep quiet. Jace wants to step up. The team wants her gone. The internet wants her dragged. And the world can't stop watching. On the court he's a star. Off the court... he might just be her downfall. Or her forever.

After being involved with a cold-hearted mafia boss, Robyn Lehman decides its time to run. Little did she know, she was carrying the future heir to his entire empire. Will he find her again? Or will she stay hidden forever? =+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+= He got up from the bed, pulling up his pants and not taking a glance at me. I lay in the sheets, still dazed by what we had just done. "Get up." He barks, making me jump a bit. I was confused beyond belief. Just moments ago he was making love to me... I did as he said, wrapping the loose sheet around my body, he continued to glare as I did so, and I made my way to his side of the bed. He held out a hand, an angry look on his face. "Don't. Just go. This was a mistake, and it won't happen again." He mutters coldly. I feel my face heating up and my eyes welling with tears. "Oh.." I stare at him, my emotions beginning to be hard to keep in. He laughs, shaking his head. "You thought I cared?" He let out a loud chuckle. "You mean nothing to me. Now go to your room, I don't want to see you in here again."

Rejected by her fated mate. Forced into a political game she never asked for. Kiera came south to make peace but now she might be the spark that starts a war. When Alpha Dax rejects her in front of the Council, Kiera's carefully controlled world shatters. But she's not just some arctic wolf meant to be cast aside. Behind her silence is a power no one has seen coming and a determination that could reshape everything. As betrayal brews and alliances fracture, Kiera must decide: survive in the shadows... or rise and take control of her fate. The cold never broke her. But his rejection might.

𝗪𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝘁𝗲𝗮𝗿 𝗰𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗱𝗲𝗺𝗽𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 . 𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝗺𝘆 𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲𝗿 𝗯𝗲𝗰𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝗺𝘆 𝗿𝗲𝗺𝗲𝗱𝘆

[#1 Teen Fiction | #1 in Romance] Bad boy Luke Dawson is stuck living with clumsy nobody Millie Ripley for the summer. When she ran over his most prized possession, her world changed. She had to pay him back for every dime of damages, and the favors he called in weren't just about money. She had to pay him back, and everyone knows how payback is a... This is a love story. Hot boys like Luke Dawson never pay attention to nobodies like Millie. But here they were, two kids from opposite ends of the chain, set to turn the whole hierarchy upside down. Because no one can stop attraction. When opposite attract, the spontaneous reaction can be a combustion or a downright explosion. With Luke, my money's on the explosion. We're talking public humiliation, roller-coaster emotions, drama among cliques, prissy sisters, crazy mothers and a whole lot of hotness from resident bad boy and neighbor, Luke Dawson. And FYI, (c) copyright 2019 All Rights Reserved. Stay chill, N

"What the fuck..." Olivia could hear the barely audible voice surfacing in her mind as she began to wake up. Sunlight stung the backs of her eyelids, causing her to blink. A sting in her throat kept her from swallowing easily. She turned to the side where she heard the voice and her eyes focused on a guy, who was shirtless, and in the same bed as her. "Oh no..." she whispered as a painful sensation made its presence known. This can't be happening. I'm a good girl. I don't screw up, Olivia thought as she stared in horror at the figure beside her. Abruptly she stood up taking the navy blue sheets with her. Exposing the guy she also saw the dark red stain in the centre of the bed. She groaned aloud. "What have you done?" he shouted as he frantically tried to pull on his boxers. "What have I done? You did this!" she countered unsure of what really happened. "Do you even remember?" her silence spoke volumes, "There, then nothing happened, we just fell asleep..." "Naked? And if that's not enough evidence look at the bed..." she drifted off ashamed and watched his eyes focus on the bed. "Oh man, my sheets!" "This is not about your sheets!" Olivia yelled angrily as she moved around the room and picked up her clothes from the night before. Don't panic. It's okay. Maybe it isn't what we think it is, she tried calming herself as she awkwardly put on her underwear and dress. Dropping the sheet she made her way to the doorway and disappeared out of his bedroom. Swallowing three times she found her purse and coat beside the front door of the apartment. "We're not even going to talk about this?" "There's nothing to talk about!" Olivia shouted as she held her purse and shoes in one hand and slammed the door on the approaching figure.

For the past three years, Yesmi has dreamt of only one thing; moving to New York to live with her mother. Surprisingly, an engagement, a phone call, and a father pushed out of the way is all it takes for that dream to come to life. Great, right? Not really. The angel in charge of ensuring her smooth stay in New York is doing a wonderfully bad job. From having to deal with a 'from-the-onset' strained relationship with her stepbrother to getting into a face-off with a bouncer 4 times her size, to publicly embarrassing herself in the school café, to falling out with all the wrong people . . . the list of chaotic situations never end. When these happenings move from partly amusing to horrifying, Yesmi is about to acknowledge the hardest way, that from within dreams, emerge nightmares. 🌼🌼🌼 Featured on: -@ambassadorsNG reading list 'Girlie o!'. -@TeenFiction reading list 'funny bones'.