INHERITANCE OF OBSESSION Jaiden Mitchell has spent eight years hating Zara Kane. Unfortunately, hating someone has never stopped Jaiden from making them her problem Growing up as Riley and Tatum Mitchell's daughter means Jaiden has spent her life surrounded by people who know how to win. Her older sister Banks is the one everybody trusts. Jaiden is the one with tattoos she wasn't supposed to get, a history of suspensions, and a talent for terrible decisions without particularly regretting them. Reckless, sharp-mouthed, and more than a little fucked in the head, Jaiden has never cared much about following the rules Except when it comes to cheerleading It's the one thing she refuses to fuck up, and freshman year at UNC is supposed to be her chance to follow in her mom Tatum's footsteps while making a name for herself. New school, new team, and some freedom without everyone watching her every move Then Zara fucking Kane walks onto her mat Eight years of rival schools, bloody fights, suspensions, and enough hatred to make their parents sick of hearing each other's names. Zara is spoiled, gorgeous, controlling, and just as fucking mean as Jaiden remembers. She's also the only girl Jaiden has never intimidated into backing down Now they're on the same cheer team, wearing the same uniform, and competing for the same future. And Jaiden, who has spent years memorizing Zara's habits, weaknesses, and every little thing that makes her lose control, has a front-row seat to the girl she hates most But somewhere between the jealousy, vicious arguments, and an obsession neither will acknowledge, beating Zara stops being enough. Jaiden wants to know where she goes, who she's with, and exactly how far she can push before Zara finally breaks And Zara Kane has never been the type to let somebody else have the upper hand Jaiden Mitchell has never been particularly good at knowing when to stop And Zara Kane is about to find out just how dangerous that can be

The academy's prima ballerina has one flaw: she 𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙤𝙩 become the 𝘽𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙎𝙬𝙖𝙣. She can master every step, but she cannot fake the desire Odile demands, not when she has spent her whole life burying that part of herself. Then a 𝙢𝙮𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙤𝙪𝙨 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡 arrives with imperfect technique and no interest in apologizing for any part of herself. She dances with the freedom the prima ballerina has been taught to fear, and when the two are forced together as partners and roommates, the role begins following them offstage. An argument ends in a kiss, and before long, the prima ballerina is 𝙜𝙧𝙞𝙥𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙨 beneath the woman she is falling for, finally feeling a desire she doesn't have to perform. But 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙨 𝙨𝙚𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙨 beneath the version of themselves they show the world, and the mysterious girl is hiding more than she lets the prima ballerina see. Their love is real, but every unanswered question draws them closer to a truth neither of them is prepared to face. The prima ballerina only wanted to become the Black Swan long enough to win the role, but falling for the mysterious girl begins unraveling her perfect life and revealing 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙢. ༺ ♱ ༻ ──── ⋆⋅𝜗𝜚⋅⋆ ────༺ ♱ ༻ 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙙𝙤𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙙 𝙮𝙪𝙧𝙞, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙗𝙚𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙚. 𝙞𝙩 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙨 𝙖𝙨 𝙖 𝙨𝙤𝙛𝙩 𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙢𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙗𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙩 𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙣𝙨 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙖 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙠 𝙥𝙨𝙮𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙤𝙜𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙖𝙡𝙛𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝.

WILLOW The moment I saw her standing there, with her long, pretty hair falling around her shoulders, I knew I hadn't forgotten a single thing about how she felt. Not her laugh, not the way she looked at me, and certainly not the feeling of having her in my arms. I hated how seeing her could bring back everything I'd spent so long trying to forget. How every time she moved further away, I felt that familiar ache, even though we both knew what happened that night was the reason we ended up here. We had made it perfectly clear that we didn't want each other anymore. Or at least, we'd tried to. Because not wanting someone doesn't mean you stop looking for them in a crowded room. It doesn't mean you forget the memories or stop wondering what could've been. I never thought we'd speak again, but sometimes life has a funny way of giving you exactly what you thought you'd lost forever. Even when you're not sure you're ready for it. SELENA I was finally moving on. Or at least, that's what I kept telling myself. I was forgetting the late-night drives, the sneaking out after curfew, and all those little moments that came with growing up together. But moving on doesn't mean you stop missing someone. It doesn't mean you stop aching for someone you once thought you'd have forever. It doesn't erase the memories, the feelings, or the pieces of them you still see in other people. I'd spent so long convincing myself that what happened was for the best. That we were better off apart. And for a while, I believed it. Until I saw her again. And suddenly, I wasn't so sure I'd ever really moved on.

No one hated each other as much as Tyler Murphy and Hazel Parker, every glance a slow, venomous burn. Yet beneath the surface, something deeper pulled them in, something they consumed in bitter, silent doses. It wasn't the hatred that destroyed them-it was the poison they couldn't stop sipping. The poison of love.

They used to dance side by side - Ekaterina and Floralie, best friends, inseparable. Until one betrayal turned them into rivals. Floralie did the one thing Kate could never forgive: she stole her first boyfriend. Years later, Kate makes sure they meet again. Same stage, same dream, same role - the Spring Gala. This time, she's determined to win. To shine. To make Floralie regret everything. Maybe even to take back the boy she lost. But what begins as revenge slowly turns into something else. Every step, every touch, every look brings back what she tried to bury. And what if Kate isn't who she thought she was? What if envy was never the real story between these two rivals ?

When 𝐌𝐢𝐚 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡 has to move back to Cedarsville, the perfect, glittering village of her childhood, she expects to pick up right where she left off: rich, admired, untouchable. But Cedarsville remembers, and so does 𝐀𝐮𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐲 𝐖𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐤. Once, they were inseparable: two girls building worlds in a treehouse, dreaming about forever. Until Aubrey kissed her, and Mia called it gross, and everything broke. Mia's family whisked her away to England. Aubrey stayed behind to become the outcast everyone whispered about. Now, six years later, Mia's back. Aubrey's still the same: clever, sharp, a little desperate to be seen, and Mia's still pretending she feels nothing at all. It's not a love story. It's obsession, humiliation, revenge, and the kind of attention that burns more than it heals. They destroy each other slowly, intimately.
Because somewhere deep down, they both think it's what they deserve.

Manhattan belongs to 𝐒𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐢𝐥 𝐊𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞. At twenty-three, she is New York's most visible success story: a fashion prodigy with Vogue covers, private fittings, and a reputation polished to perfection. However, beneath the structure, Soleil is volatile. Petty. Bratty. Childish. Defiant in ways that don't belong in the world she dominates, and far less interested in discipline than she is in breaking it. When her father remarries, Soleil gains a step-sister she neither asked for nor intends to tolerate. 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐲𝐬𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐝 is eighteen, newly arrived in Manhattan, and deeply rooted in one of the city's most visible religious circles. She moves through sanctuaries and society with quiet certainty, guided by devotion, restraint, and something far more rigid than faith. Willow does not bend, and when she cannot control something, she destroys it. They do not want to understand each other. But in a city that thrives on performance, the line between temptation and control becomes dangerously easy to cross.

When a scandal forces hockey star Amelia Bennett into a fake relationship with guarded photographer Harper Lane, neither expects the headlines, or the feelings, that follow. What starts as a PR stunt begins to spark into something real, threatening to expose more than just their hearts. *** She's the world's best hockey player. She's a heartbroken photographer with nowhere else to go. And they were never supposed to fall in love. At 24, Amelia Bennett is the most talented hockey player on the planet-chaotic, impulsive, and the last Bennett standing without a ring on her finger. After a very public scandal threatens her sponsorships and reputation, the team's PR crisis plan is simple: clean up her image fast. Step one? A fake relationship. Something that should be easy, right? Harper Lane has no interest in fame, or falling for another golden boy-or girl-with a spotlight stitched into their skin. After catching her long-term boyfriend cheating, she's sworn off chaos and charm. But when her best friend Audrey begs her to stay with Millie temporarily, Harper finds herself in the middle of a media storm-and somehow agreeing to pretend to be Millie Bennett's girlfriend. It's only for the cameras. Just long enough to fix Millie's image. Just enough to keep Harper's ex boyfriend off her back. But fake smiles turn into real moments. Cold shoulders warm under shared blankets. And the girl Harper was warned about-the reckless, beautiful mess, is nothing like the one who makes her tea when she's anxious and kisses her like she means it. In a house built on secrets, one accidental love story is about to make

BANKS The fall semester has officially started. It's only been a couple weeks after the Summer Ball and the events following afterwards.The town was different.And a lot of shit was starting to happen The reemergence of Aaliyah Reynolds,my mother. A new school created between Vale and our rivals,Cedar. The towns distrust in the founding families especially the Alexander's And worse of all,Phoebe Hastings. She's convinced that I was in need of help and she was my only relief PHOEBE Banks is suffering.I know it. She hide behind the dark rumor and fucking all she wants. But I see the girl who spends too long staring into space.The girl who doesn't sleep.The girl who doesn't understand emotions The girl who looks exhausted even when she's smiling. Banks Alexander has spent her entire life convincing people she doesn't need anyone. But lately, I think she's forgetting how to need herself.