Y/N thought the worst part of university accommodation would be thin walls, stolen food and questionable hygiene. Then she unlocks Room 314. Inside are Alessandro, Matteo and Luca Moretti—twenty-three-year-old identical triplets with dangerous smiles, obscene amounts of money and a reputation that makes the rest of campus keep its distance. Unfortunately for them, their new roommate doesn’t scare easily. Alessandro wants her gone. Matteo wants to see how easily he can get under her skin. Luca just wants to know why she was placed there in the first place. Because the Morettis aren’t simply students. They’re heirs to an Italian criminal empire. Between lectures, parties, drunken arguments, stolen hoodies, jealousy, midnight conversations and enough sexual tension to make sharing a dorm increasingly complicated, Y/N finds herself becoming dangerously close to all three brothers. Then someone discovers the Moretti heirs have a weakness. Her. And when Luca uncovers proof that Y/N’s housing assignment wasn’t an accident, everything changes. Someone wanted her inside Room 314. Someone wanted her close to the Morettis. And now Y/N has to figure out why—while deciding whether falling for one, two, or perhaps all three of Italy’s most dangerous heirs will be the best mistake she’s ever made. Three brothers. One roommate. No boundaries. And one room assignment that was never an accident.
Y/N moved to Blackridge for a fresh start. New house, new school, middle of nowhere—and locals who are definitely hiding something. She just doesn’t know that “something” is an entire town of werewolves. Then she walks into school and catches the attention of Kieran and Kael Blackwood: identical twins, future Alphas, dangerously powerful and absolutely not used to being challenged. To Y/N, they’re two irritatingly attractive brothers who won’t stop staring at her. To them? One scent. One impossible realization. Mate. Both of theirs. Now two feared Alpha heirs have to hide what they are, control instincts that get stronger every time she’s near, and somehow convince their completely oblivious human mate that Blackridge is perfectly normal. Unfortunately, Y/N asks far too many questions. And the wolves are getting terrible at lying.
Four boys. One wrong seat. And a world {y/n} was never supposed to see. Starting at a new school was supposed to mean keeping her head down and surviving the year unnoticed. Instead, {y/n} accidentally sits at their table. Roman Devereux. Kieran Maddox. Luca Moretti. Silas Mercer. Four best friends. Four different kinds of dangerous. Everyone knows their names. Everyone knows their table. And everyone seems to know better than to ask why they arrive at school with bruised knuckles, disappear at strange hours, or why certain rumours surrounding them have a habit of quietly dying. {y/n} should stay away. Instead, one stolen seat becomes sarcastic arguments. Arguments become friendship. Friendship becomes late-night drives, parties, jealousy, lingering touches and four dangerously possessive boys slowly making space for someone they never intended to let in. But the closer she gets, the more the cracks begin to show. Blood that isn’t explained. Secrets they won’t share. People they’re afraid of. And one question none of them will answer: What exactly are the four of them involved in? Because falling for one of them might be dangerous. Falling for all four? That could ruin everything.
Everyone knows their names. Pride. Wrath. Greed. Envy. Lust. Gluttony. Sloth. Seven men. Seven sins. One criminal empire built beneath the city’s respectable surface. Y/N knows enough to stay far away from them. Until one wrong door leaves her staring at a dead body—and seven dangerous men deciding whether she should become the next one. Then they hear her surname. Suddenly, nobody is talking about killing her. Her supposedly ordinary father knew the Seven. His death wasn’t the accident she was told it was. And whatever secrets he took to the grave have made Y/N valuable to people willing to tear the city apart to find them. Now she’s trapped between an unknown enemy and seven morally grey criminals who insist keeping her under their roof is protection, not kidnapping. The deeper Y/N digs into her father’s past, the more dangerous the truth becomes. And living with the Seven creates complications of its own. Rivalry. Jealousy. Possession. Desire. Betrayal. Sexual tension. Maybe Y/N will fall for one of them. Maybe more than one. Maybe none. Because the Seven may rule the city—but Y/N decides who, if anyone, gets to have her. And there’s one secret nobody has told her yet. There were never supposed to be Seven. There were Eight.
Y/N came to Tokyo for a holiday. Then her best friend dragged her to an illegal car meet, where she made one very pretty, very dangerous mistake: She caught Ren Kuroda’s attention. Cocky. Tattooed. Filthy rich. Morally questionable. And so used to getting whatever he wants that being told no is practically a novelty. Ren doesn’t do relationships. He doesn’t chase. And he definitely doesn’t get attached. But he wants Y/N. What starts as shameless attraction quickly becomes midnight races, heated arguments, dangerous family business, jealousy, bad decisions and chemistry neither of them bothers resisting. Her flight home is already booked. Ren just hasn’t decided whether he’s going to let her get on it.
The holiday was supposed to be two weeks of bad decisions. Nobody mentioned the four giant men walking through their front door at 3:27 a.m. One double-booked California villa. Four girls. Four famous New Zealand rugby players. Pool parties, filthy banter, drunken chaos and four slow-burning attractions nobody wants to admit to. Eight strangers. Two weeks. Absolutely no boundaries.
By day, they’re Holloway’s golden boys. By night, they’re its best-kept secret. Cassian Vale. Rhys Mercer. Nikolai Arden. Jude Calloway. Kieran Ashford. Five wealthy university students with powerful surnames, spotless futures and a reputation that follows them across campus. Nobody knows what happens after dark. Beneath an abandoned East London warehouse lies The Hollow—an illegal fighting circuit built on blood, gambling, debts and secrets. And the five men everyone knows at university? They run it. Y/N was never supposed to find out. She only follows her best friend, Marlowe, because something isn’t right. Missing lectures. Borrowed money. Unanswered messages. Lies. She expects trouble. She doesn’t expect hundreds of people screaming around a bloodstained fighting ring. And she definitely doesn’t expect to climb straight into it and demand her friend back. That should’ve been the end of it. Instead, it puts Y/N directly on Cassian Vale’s radar. Now university feels different. The bruised knuckles hidden beneath sleeves. Conversations that stop when she approaches. Familiar faces appearing at The Hollow. Powerful families protecting secrets nobody wants uncovered. Because the fighting isn’t the darkest thing happening beneath London. Someone is manipulating The Hollow. Money is disappearing. Debts don’t add up. Fights are being fixed. Police know things they shouldn’t. And Marlowe hasn’t told Y/N the whole truth. Between lectures, deadlines, parties, friendships, dangerous attraction and nights spent somewhere she was never supposed to discover, Y/N is dragged deeper into a world hiding directly beneath her own. The Kings might run The Hollow. But someone else is playing with their empire. And now they’ve noticed her too. Welcome to Holloway. Try not to bleed.
Y/N’s housing plan falls apart three weeks before the start of the university year. Her original accommodation is suddenly unavailable, every half-decent room within walking distance of campus has already been taken, and the remaining options range from questionably legal converted garage to £900 a month for a bedroom barely large enough to contain a bed. Then someone mentions Hawthorne House. A beautiful, ridiculously large townhouse fifteen minutes from campus. Six bedrooms. Huge kitchen. Garden. Multiple bathrooms. Cheap rent. There has to be a catch. There are five. Jude Calloway. Theo Mercer. Elliot Hayes. Rafael De Luca. Sebastian Vale. Five university students who already live there. Five men from wealthy families who have known one another long enough to function somewhere between best friends, brothers and occasionally mortal enemies. And Y/N has just agreed to become their sixth housemate.
Goose Everyone in the arena knows Kyle “Goose” Matthews. At 6’5”, tattooed, dangerously handsome and one of hockey’s most talked-about players, Goose is used to attention. Fans want him. Cameras follow him. And women rarely say no to him. Then he meets her. She’s sitting in the stands with her best friend, barely paying attention to the game—and seemingly completely unimpressed by the man everyone else is obsessed with. Naturally, Goose is intrigued. What starts with stolen glances and shameless flirting quickly becomes a dangerous game of late-night texts, sarcastic banter and undeniable chemistry. One night, they give in to the attraction with one rule: no strings attached. It should have been simple. Except Goose doesn’t do simple. And neither of them expected one reckless night to turn into something neither is ready to walk away from. Between hockey games, motorbikes, messy feelings, jealousy, laughter and a man who refuses to stop flirting, they’re about to discover that sometimes the person you least expect can become the one you can’t imagine losing.
Inspired by ‘Replicate You by Alexa Cappali’ {y/n} dumped Roman Hale because he was possessive, jealous, controlling and far too fucking convinced she’d never actually leave. Roman’s response? “She’ll be back.” She wasn’t. Now Westbridge’s ridiculously hot, tattooed star quarterback has a problem: his ex is single, dating again, and apparently determined to test the limits of his remaining sanity. Cue drunken parties, football games, filthy banter, unresolved sexual tension, jealous fistfights, terrible decisions and Chase desperately trying to stop his best friend from committing a felony every time another man flirts with {y/n}. Roman hasn’t become less cocky. He hasn’t stopped wanting her. And he definitely hasn’t learned how to mind his own fucking business. Getting her back should be easy. After all, he’s Roman fucking Hale. …Right?
Fresh out of a three-year relationship, Y/N has one simple plan: stay single, heal, and figure herself out. Then her best friend drags her to a late-night motorbike meet—and everything changes. Three inseparable bikers. Three massive TikTok accounts. Three completely different personalities. And, unfortunately for Y/N, all three seem very interested in her. What starts with teasing comments and playful TikTok replies quickly turns into late-night messages, chaotic group chats, spontaneous drives, diner runs, arcade competitions and a friendship Y/N never expected to find. They don't pressure her. They don't make her choose. They simply make her laugh when she thought she'd forgotten how. But with three confident bikers constantly finding new ways into her life, Y/N's carefully planned single era might be in serious trouble.
You never meant to find him. It was well past midnight when you stumbled across his TikTok Live while mindlessly scrolling, your thumb moving out of habit rather than interest. Then you heard his voice. Deep. Smooth. Unhurried. And there he was. A man hidden behind a black ski-mask, his face almost entirely concealed except for a pair of deep brown eyes that seemed far too observant for someone who supposedly wanted to remain anonymous. His username was simply Saint. Nobody knew his real name. Nobody knew where he lived. Nobody knew what he looked like beneath the mask. He gave his followers almost nothing, yet somehow had thousands of people watching him every night. Saint rarely answered the chat. And when he did, it was usually with a short, dismissive response that made it painfully obvious he wasn’t interested in anyone’s attempt to get closer. People flirted with him constantly. They complimented his voice. Asked what he looked like. Tried to make him laugh. Challenged him. Begged him to reveal something—anything—about himself. He ignored nearly all of it. Saint was moody, guarded and seemingly impossible to impress. So naturally, you decide to annoy him. At first, it’s harmless. A sarcastic comment in the chat. Then another. A teasing remark that earns the smallest pause from him. You begin to notice things nobody else seems to catch—the way his eyes narrow when he’s irritated, the slight tilt of his head when something actually interests him, the almost imperceptible smile he tries to hide when you manage to get under his skin. For the first time, Saint starts responding. Not because you’re charming. Not because you’re flattering him. But because you’re getting on his nerves. And somehow, that makes it even more addictive. Night after night, you return to his lives. He starts recognising your username. You start recognising his moods. A strange little game develops between you, played publicly in front of thousands of people but so
Your boyfriend cheated on you with your sister. Naturally, your best friend’s solution is dragging you to the one place you’d rather avoid—an FMX event. Then Caleb ‘Dare’ Duke notices you. FMX’s cocky golden boy is used to women screaming his name. You’re the girl in the crowd who couldn’t care less. One look becomes a gesture meant only for you. One gesture becomes an Instagram follow. One follow becomes a message you definitely shouldn’t answer. You answer. Caleb is arrogant, reckless, shamelessly charming and far too accustomed to getting what he wants. You’re stubborn, freshly heartbroken and determined not to become another girl on his list. Between dirty tracks, late-night texts, jealous exes, relentless teasing and enough tension to start a fire, avoiding Caleb might be harder than falling for him. He likes the chase. You refuse to be caught. Slow burn • FMX romance • banter • jealousy • drama • he falls first • possessive MMC • spicy romance
Behind the Visor It starts with a TikTok. A comment turns into a private message, and before Y/N knows it, months disappear into teasing videos, late-night conversations, and a connection that exists almost entirely through a screen. Rowan “Brood” Brody hides behind his helmet, his motorbike, and a carefully guarded identity—but somehow, Y/N keeps finding herself drawn closer. What begins as harmless flirting soon becomes something neither of them can ignore. Because when the line between an online game and something real starts to disappear, meeting the person behind the visor might change everything.
You’re NYPD—he’s the reason people lock their doors. One violent night. One shootout. One arrest. When you slam notorious Italian mobster Cardell “Reaper” Zarro against your patrol car and snap cuffs around his wrists, you expect threats. Instead, he smiles. By morning, his lawyers have him walking free. By nightfall, Reaper has a new obsession. You. Suddenly, he’s everywhere. At your crime scenes. In the shadows. Somehow knowing your shifts before you do. Every warning to stay away only entertains him more. You’re determined to remain on the right side of the law. Cardell has never cared which side he stands on. But someone else has been watching too. And when you disappear during what should’ve been a routine call, New York discovers something far more dangerous than Reaper Zarro wanting you— Reaper Zarro losing you.
{y/n} was supposed to treat the bleeding stranger and finish her shift. Instead, he disappears, leaves behind a mysterious phone, and brings the Black Vultures MC straight to her hospital. Enter Rhett “Riot” Mercer: six-foot-four, tattooed, filthy-mouthed, obnoxiously confident and entirely too entertained by the tiny nurse who keeps telling him to fuck off. Riot only wants three things: the phone, answers…and preferably {y/n} in his bed. Then someone starts watching her. Suddenly {y/n} is living inside a motorcycle clubhouse full of criminals who behave more like an unsupervised group chat with access to weapons, and Riot is becoming increasingly difficult to ignore. He calls it protection. His brothers call it obsession. {y/n} calls him an arsehole. And Riot? He just wants to know why the fuck she’s still laughing at Knox’s joke.
One cancelled Uber. One black Mercedes. Three ridiculously attractive idiots. What could possibly go wrong? At 1:47 a.m., {y/n} accepts a lift from the three men everyone on campus knows: Jace Moreau, the cocky street racer behind the wheel; Nico Russo, a tattooed menace with absolutely no filter; and Elliot Hayes, the sarcastic engineering student who’s supposedly the sensible one. She only wanted a ride home. Instead, she accidentally becomes the fourth member of their chaotic little family. Suddenly life is late-night drives, house parties, drunken mistakes, stolen hoodies, garage nights, stupid bets, illegal races and three grown men wrestling over who gets shotgun. But somewhere between the teasing, arguments and dangerously fast cars, friendship starts becoming something else. All three are falling for her. None of them wants to admit it. And sharing has never been their strongest skill. Welcome to university. Try not to fall in love with all three idiots.
It starts with teasing, fake flirting and one jealous ex. But somewhere between hockey games, late-night texts and university chaos, pretending starts feeling a little too real.
Everyone at Whitmoore knows #Koffee. Coffee shop by day. Nightclub by night. And after Spring Break, home to the newest reason half the campus suddenly needs a caffeine fix. Makoa—the ridiculously attractive Hawaiian transfer with an easy smile, shameless mouth, and a habit of flirting with everyone who crosses his path. Everyone notices him. Except you. To you, #Koffee is still the same place you’ve always studied between classes. Makoa is just the new barista who talks too much, smiles too often, and somehow learns your order without being asked. But one coffee becomes another. Teasing becomes friendship. Friendship becomes late-night texts, drunken phone calls, saved seats, lingering touches and feelings neither of you planned for. Between classes, parties, hookups, campus drama and questionable decisions at 2AM, something starts brewing. After all, you only came in for the coffee. You weren’t supposed to fall for the guy making it.
Blackridge University has two guarantees: hockey season will be brutal, and Chase Vincent will get what he wants. He’s the Wolves’ star centre, campus heartthrob and professional pain in the ass. He’s used to getting attention without asking for it—until {Y/N} refuses to give him any. Now Chase has a new favourite challenge. And he’s got all season to make her change her mind.
