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Roommates/Rivals & Real Ones
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Complete, First published Jul 12
Juju Watkins is the golden girl of college hoops.
USC's star. Face of every billboard. NIL royalty.
Cool under pressure. Loved by millions. Living the dream - or pretending to.

Nova Morales is the storm.
A hard-nosed transfer from Notre Dame who doesn't play politics - or pretend to be liked.
She's fierce, feared, and frustrating... and she just landed in the dorm room right across from Juju's.

The twist?
They weren't just forced to live together.
They were built to go head-to-head.

And when sparks start flying - on and off the court - both girls are left questioning what's real: the rivalry they've clung to... or the tension they can't ignore.

But this isn't just a love story.
It's about pressure. About pain.
About fighting for space in a world that only wants one of them to win.
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