◦ Lucas Torres is a man with four addictions ◦ Alcohol, money, killing and sex ◦ Love is a waste of time for him, none of it is real. ◦ Until Athena Adams comes into his life and makes her his fifth addiction, showing him that love is real with the right person.

They needed a Sloane on the ice, they just never expected that she would be the one to fill the skates- and she never expected her brothers best friend to start paying a little too much attention. • • • I was a Sloane, but I wasn't the one anyone ever looked at. Never supposed to carry my father's legacy. Never supposed to want the ice the way I do. My father calls me his ice princess. Graceful. Elegant. Temporary. Hockey was never meant to be mine. But when my twin brother, Sebastian, is handed the opportunity of a lifetime and chooses to walk away - I'm given a choice no one would ever offer me willingly. Take his place. Wear his jersey. Become him. One season. One secret. Under the helmet, I'm invisible. Padding hides the curves. Silence hides the truth. As long as I never take the helmet off, never step into the locker room, never let anyone look too closely - I can play. And I can play hard. I just never expected his best friend to start paying me the attention no one else ever has.

Slowburn College lovestory Neighbour's love Rich x Commoner Royal x Commoner Grumpy X Sunshine Senior x Junior Brother's bestfriend x Bestfriend's sister She is just a normal middle class girl trying to survive her first year of college while he is royal hidden in commonsight whose only mistake is that he fell in love deeply and madly . This story contains mature themes. Read at your own risk.

✨ Quote featured in WATTPAD chicklit's THE CORNER BOOTH - April' 26 community newsletter ✨ 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐒𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐭𝐨 𝐀𝐦𝐚𝐳𝐨𝐧 𝐊𝐃𝐏 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐠𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐍𝐞𝐰 𝐘𝐨𝐫𝐤 (after major editings ofc 😜) "Lie on the bed, Isla Maria Carter. That's my fifth payment" Falling for her brother's rival? Of course not. She'd rather eat dirt. For Isla, it was supposed to be a simple university project: observe, analyze, and leave. But you can't observe a predator like Noah Blackwood without becoming the prey. He's the new captain of the Blackthorns. The golden boy. The trustees' son and the visionary future of the University. But to Isla Maria Carter... he's nothing more than a SON OF A BISCUIT. He's her brother's greatest rival. Her biggest headache. And now? Her mandatory partner. Noah doesn't like being a subject; he likes being the one in control. And he has decided the only subject he's interested in... is her. HE WANTS HER TO FALL FOR HIM. SHE WANTS HIM TO FALL IN A PIT. HE WANTS TO KISS HER. SHE WANTS TO PUNCH HIM. FOR HIM, SHE'S THE CHALLENGE HE NEVER SAW COMING. FOR HER, HE'S THE PROBLEM SHE CAN'T ESCAPE. HE WANTS HER. SHE WANTS HIM-MURDERED. This season's game has officially moved off the field. But the question remains the same, "Who is going to win this match?" •=======• Cover by @elaradaven Well yes there are many kiss scenes in between (for absolute no reason acc to me) because, come on! It's my book and I love these things lol. Okay I know you guys. So, here's the spice level:- 4/5 🌶️ [UNDER EDITING]

❝"𝐒𝐚𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐦𝐞," 𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐬, 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐫. "𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞."❞ ꨄꨄꨄ "You are ruining me and my reputation right now," I mutter, relaxing slightly in his arms. "You think I want to ruin you?" he murmurs. His thumb traces the edge of my jaw, slow and deliberate. "Sunshine..." A crooked smile spreads across his face. "I already have." ꨄꨄꨄ Alec Donovan is the kind of boy you cross the street to avoid. Bruised knuckles, a temper no one can control, and eyes that don't just look at you-they warn you. People don't get close to him. And if they do, they don't leave without damage. I was never supposed to be one of them. My life is planned-perfect grades, a future in design, expectations I can't break. My father calls boys distractions, and Alec Donovan is the worst kind. I called him Angel once. As a joke. Because he showed up when he shouldn't have, ruined my night, saved my life-and looked like he regretted both. The nickname should have died right after that. It didn't. Not when he kisses me just to shut me up. Not when he punches the boy who touched me wrong. Not when he looks at me like I'm something worth keeping. He doesn't ask. He takes-my space, my control, the life I thought I had planned. And the worst part? I don't stop him. Because when everything starts falling apart, he's there. Watching. Waiting. Protecting me in ways he never admits. Alec Donovan isn't a mistake. He's a warning. And the truth is- I'm not scared of him ruining me. I'm scared of how much I want him to. ꨄꨄꨄ Published: 17/11/2025

𝑯𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒊𝒄𝒆. 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒅𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒑𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒊𝒕. 𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗈 𝖪𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌𝗅𝖾𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗌𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗉𝖾𝗈𝗉𝗅𝖾. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗅𝖽 𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗋𝗎𝗍𝖺𝗅, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝗏𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝖽𝗈 𝗌𝗈 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗅 𝗂𝗍. 𝖧𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗇. 𝖧𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝗇𝖽. 𝖧𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗍𝖾𝖼𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗈𝗐𝗇. 𝖴𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗅 𝖫𝗒𝖽𝗂𝖺 𝖧𝖺𝗋𝗉𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾 𝖻𝗒 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾. 𝖶𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖺 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖼𝖾𝖽 𝖾𝗇𝗀𝖺𝗀𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗈𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗇 𝗉𝗎𝖻𝗅𝗂𝖼, 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝗎𝗍𝗁 𝖿𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗏𝖺𝗍𝖾, 𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗏𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗆𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝖾𝗅𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖫𝗒𝖽𝗂𝖺 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗋𝗎𝖾𝗅𝗍𝗒 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗅𝖽 𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝖼𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝖾𝗋𝖼𝗒. He doesn't stop believing the world is cruel. He just decides she shouldn't have to face it. But selective mercy has consequences. And even the well-intentioned don't escape them.

|18+| ❝Please...❞ I whimper. I don't even know if I'm begging him to stop or continue. ❝You asked for this.❞ He grunts, filling me up in one hard thrust, his hand flexing on my neck. ❝So be a good girl and see how deep I am.❞ ━━━━━━━ Lucy is the perfect example of sunshine and warmth. Rafaelle is the perfect example of gloominess and iciness. A professor and a student. Complete opposites. But it's common knowledge that opposites attract. ━━━━━━━ She traces my tattooed covered scar, a small smile on her lips. "I love this particular tattoo." Lucy compliments, lifting her head to look up at me. "That tattoo is older than you darling." ━━━━━━━ grumpy × sunshine trope has never been so good. (book three of the Blackwell series but can be read as a stand alone)

The Princess and the Knight~ A grumpy x sunshine slowburn. . . . Princess Cassiopeia must choose her royal match before she can be named Queen, and every noble house is eager to offer a perfect one. But none of them feel right. At every dance, every feast, every suffocating parade of silk and smiles, she grows more certain of what she doesn't want. Polished men with practiced words, perfumed ambition, and hands that reach for a crown before they ever reach for her. And through it all, there is always the Knight. Posted at her shoulder like a shadow carved from stone. The court fears him in a way it fears storms, something vast and controlled, indifferent to pleading. Even the boldest suitors lower their voices when his gaze drifts their way. And with him, she is not a princess, not a crown. Only herself. She cannot tell if that is personal, or simply duty done too well. Princess Cassiopeia may end up finding the one person who never asked to be chosen at all. Falling, quietly and helplessly, for the one man who would never dream of asking her to choose him. He is the King's most trusted knight, and she is only his duty. . . . Grumpy male lead x sunshine female lead Not a single dull chapter ;) Enjoy!

"I want you to beg for it." His head snaps up, eyes wide. "What?" "You heard me. Beg, Sonny." ── ⋆⋅𖤓⋅⋆ ── 𝙆𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙮𝙣 𝙈𝙖𝙧𝙠𝙨 is all impulsive charm and sun-warmed skin, freshly dumped and flat broke after her summer sorority girl's trip falls apart. 𝙎𝙤𝙣𝙣𝙮 𝙆𝙞𝙢𝙗𝙖𝙡𝙡 is her older brother's best friend - uptight, infuriating, and tagging along at the family's Lake Alpine cabin to study for the Bar exam after getting unceremoniously dumped himself. They were never meant to spend the summer together. But now they're stuck under the same roof, with too many grudges, too few bedrooms, and one strict rule from Kate's brother, Adam: don't kill each other. What starts as mutual loathing begins to twist into something far more dangerous. The arguments get more heated. The silences heavier. And one kiss turns into something they can't unthink, can't undo, and definitely can't tell Adam about. And while Kathryn seemingly operates on rejecting emotions other than rage, Sonny craves feeling. The two draw a line in the sand. She wants something hate-fueled and hot. He wants something sweet and tender. It could never work... until it does - and it risks ruining every family dynamic they've ever known. Because hating each other was easy. But wanting each other? That's when the real problems start.