𝗺𝘆 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝗯𝗲𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝘆 𝗰𝗵𝗲𝘀𝘁.

Anaiah Carter is off-limits - the daughter of Ohio State's head football coach and fiercely protected on campus. Jeremiah Smith is the team's star wide receiver with a smile that turns heads and a reputation that keeps her guard up. But when stolen glances turn into late-night study sessions and secret coffee dates, they find themselves risking everything for a love neither of them planned. With her father's rules, the media's eyes, and Jeremiah's rising fame threatening to pull them apart, Anaiah must decide: is love worth breaking every rule?

She thought she would never leave her current "situation-ship" until she met a well known NBA player that changed her mind.

First we get to talkin, then we get to touchin If we get past the phone games we'll be fuckin

Singer Melody Armani has known a basketball player Ja Morant whole life. What happens when the media ships them together so much that they start to see it themselves? But it's not easy when you're in the spotlight and trying to hide your relationship. Will their love for one another be enough? ~ lower case ~ there are some mistakes bare with me

𝗦𝗲𝗻𝘀𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 = 𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗻 @𝟰𝟰𝟰𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀𝗹𝘃𝗿 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗱𝘂𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 <𝟯

Sariah Bennett, 23, thick in all the right places, independent, sharp-tongued, and stubborn as hell. She runs her own hair and beauty business, keeps her money stacked, and has no interest in falling for some street dude - especially not her brother's boss. But Kingston "King" Cole, 36, ain't just some street dude. He is the streets. The city bends at his word, but when it comes to Sariah? He's just a lovesick, clingy, overgrown baby who can't stay off her. Everyone knows King is cold to the world... but to his Mamas? He's soft as silk, a straight-up lover boy. Ain't no "toxic" in his game - just spoiled love, forehead kisses, expensive gifts, and the type of obsession that feels like home.

Ja and Dess had been inseparable from the moment they met in college. What started as a friendship quickly ignited into a love neither of them saw coming. They were young-perhaps too young to understand the weight of what they truly had. Then Ja's betrayals shattered everything. For Dess, walking away was the only way to save herself. For Ja, losing her sent him spiraling into a world of regret, excess, and self-destruction. Now, five years later, fate has brought them back to the same crossroads, caught between what was and what still might be. When their paths cross once more, old wounds resurface, and the weight of unspoken words lingers between them. Dess has built a life without Ja-one that doesn't revolve around heartbreak and second chances. She has convinced herself she has moved on. Ja has moved on, too-at least in some ways. He's a father now. His daughter, Kaari, is the one pure, beautiful thing to come from the years he spent trying to be with someone else. But he never loved Kaari's mother the way he loved Dess. He couldn't. Because even after five years, after all the mistakes and all the time lost between them, Dess still owns his heart in a way no one else ever could. In this sequel to Wrong Kind Of Right, Ja and Dess find themselves questioning: Is love ever truly lost, or does it simply leave behind pieces-residuals of what once was, waiting for the right time to find its way back?

When a self-made beauty boss tries to leave her toxic past behind, she crosses paths with New York's most feared kingpin who's already decided she'll be his, whether she's ready or not.