𝐀𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐁𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐘 is a guarded and strong willed fashion designer, who's determined, goal oriented, focused and definitely not looking for love, nor did she want it. all for one simple deterring factor. Luck. Which she never had much of when it came down to it. So when going into to her second year of college, she set a strict set of boundaries. No dating, no sexual intercourse- no engaging in anything remotely romantic with the male species, and little to no interaction with men in general. Only focus on the goal at hand- graduating college and moving to New York City afterwards. Now in her senior year and under the same set of rules, everything she once thought she knew about love is tested, when Entering, '𝐊𝐈𝐘𝐎 𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐊𝐀' in the picture, a charming, baking loving, baseball player, with a heart of gold, and the purest form of intentions, he was the literal definition of 'Boyfriend material' -Kind, intentional, patient, and everything Adrian convinced herself didn't exist in this new day in age of men. When the designer gets dragged to a baseball game by her best friend, and is struck in the head during a home run, she meets the charismatic pitcher. Causing the near fatal encounter to merge their worlds, as Adrian is Taken through a storm of emotions experiencing a romance like never before. Can Kiyo get the damaged fashionista to break down her walls, and give her heart to him? will Adrian be willing to take a chance on a new found relationship that all started with a strike to the head, Or will she succumb and crack under the pain of the past trying? This story is a| SLOWBURN COLLEGE ROMANCE!! #1 in baseball player - 12/1/25 #36 in Bwwm 12/9/25 #1 in black author 2/25/26

The story begins with sadness but hope, as the two characters meet far from their worlds and gradually discover how similar they are. The mafia is a problem that tries to reverse their paths. Will they handle the weight of the mafia world or will they fall apart? Love story full of pretending, nicknames, twists and passion. No names, no secrets, no lies, no feelings, right? ╰☆╮ He raises an eyebrow at my demand, but decides to humor me. He leans against his motorcycle, crossing his arms across his chest. "Alright, what do you have in mind?" "What about getting to know each other without names?" "Damn, I missed my chance to ask. Now we will be both unnamed." He let out a little laugh. Which is nice so I do the same thing. "We don't need to be unnamed, just not our real names or last names. So what's your FAKE name?" I did put emphasis on the word fake and started smiling, and so did he.

The boy whose reckless showcase stunt helped burn her project to the ground. The boy now failing three engineering courses. He needs her precision. She needs his connections. What begins as a deal spirals into midnight coffee, stress‑baking confessions, and a slow burn neither of them planned. Equations don't lie. But enemies do. 𝗖𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗶𝗻𝘀 𝘀𝗲𝗻𝘀𝗶𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗮𝗹 (𝗻𝗼 𝗰𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗵𝗲𝘀). #EnemiesToLovers #SlowBurnRomance #CollegeDrama #AcademicRival

Dakarai Kingston aka Dayday has carved out a chilling legacy as the most ruthless serial killers to mankind. Hardened by the streets since the age of 13 and scarred by a violent upbringing, Dayday learned early that trust is a luxury he can't afford. Killing is his thrive but most of all his survival No one could melt his cold heart or his darken eyes that filled with emptiness until... He bumps into a woman ... A woman that'll make him question his own sanity.... A serial killer and a woman who's just insane as he is, clashes into issues But something else hits Something that neither the two could explain