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Hazel doesn’t like boys, in fact, she stays as far away from them as possible. She wears baggy clothes, doesn’t do makeup and tries her best to go unnoticed. Her plan worked… for a while, until she got the baddest boy in her university hot on her tails. Worst of all? He is her roommate. How will she possibly survive ? Cover by : FatimaZahra970 (Wattpad)

When 19 year old Lola transfers to the elite Westbridge University, she expects academic rigor, late night cramming, and maybe a few college parties. What she doesn’t expect is to be sandwiched between two dangerously sexy roommates the brooding senior with a wicked tongue, and the golden boy football captain who’s got her name on his lips. What starts as innocent flirtation quickly spirals into stolen glances, dripping secrets, and wild nights no textbook could prepare her for. Between late night dares, forbidden threesomes, and feelings she swore she wouldn’t catch, Lola finds herself drowning in a world of lust, drama, and dangerously addictive passion. But secrets in Westbridge don’t stay secret forever. And when jealousy, obsession, and betrayal enter the chat, Lola must decide: is it just sex… or is it something more? In college, there are no rules. Just bodies. And consequences.

The college student I had a passionate night with at the hotel turned out to be the intern I was supposed to mentor. On his first day at the company, he pulled me into the break room and wrapped his arms around my waist. "You have such a slender waist. That night, I never expected you to be that fervent..."

My roommate, Keith Kavanaugh, calls himself the "Holy Son of Frost". On the very first day we meet, he insists that the air conditioner in our dorm room must stay on until October, and the temperature can never go above 50°F. He claims, "A mystic says I'm the Holy Son of Frost, so I have a rare physique. I can only live in cool environments of 50°F at most." He even starts live-streaming, and his "special condition" instantly attracts a huge following. Meanwhile, I'm sitting right in front of the AC vent, so I'm shivering all over from the cold. I quickly turn the temperature up, but he immediately turns it back down and even locks the remote in his cabinet. "We're all educated college students here. Why are you so selfish?" he questions. Faced with his unreasonable accusation, I hold back my anger and try to reason with him. "We're in the north region. The weather here is cool enough in September. There's no need to set the AC this low. But if you insist, I can switch spots with you…" Keith cuts me off impatiently, "Are you crazy? Who sleeps right in front of the AC vent? What if I get sick from it? No one else has a problem. Why are you the only one making a fuss? Let me warn you—I'll melt from the heat. If you make me uncomfortable during my stay, I'll have you kicked out!" I realize there's no reasoning with him, so I plan to contact the dorm counselor to switch rooms. But Keith beats me to it! He goes to her first, records a video, and even posts it online. He accuses me, a local student, of being selfish and bullying him, someone who is from out of town. Just then, a new post suddenly appears on the campus forum. The poster writes, "My roommates are too wasteful. One guy washes his hair every day, and he even uses running water. He even takes a shower after every training session! Meanwhile, I can wash my whole body with just one damp towel. "And the worst part of this is that they want to kick me out after I made an itemized bill to split expenses. These cheapskates are always taking advantage of me. I'm looking for a high-quality dorm to take me in." My eyes light up instantly. He's the one!

One world, Two sworn enemies. Countless secrets laced with undeniable tension. Senior year was supposed to change my life—but then I got stuck with the one person who could either ruin my life for the worst or bring out a part of me I never knew existed, being the reason I’d never be the same again. Jayden Sinclair. Arrogant. Infuriating. Insufferably attractive. Everything about him gets under my skin, even the way he breathes, and now what? We have to be dorm mates. Every argument felt like a battle. Every glance lasted a second too long. Somewhere between sarcasm, stolen moments, and secrets neither of us dared to confess, I made the biggest mistake of my life… I fell for him. Then he left. No explanation. No goodbye. Just a broken promise and a heart I swore I’d never let him touch again. Years later, fate throws us back into each other’s lives but not as roommates, but as business rivals. The hatred between us burns hotter than ever, but so does everything we never managed to bury. They say first love never dies but I wish mine had.

My roommates booked a New Year's Eve light show table—five hundred per person—and started urging me in the group chat to transfer the money. I quietly sent a screenshot of my account balance. "You guys go ahead," I wrote. "I haven't even scraped together my tuition yet." They replied with a string of mocking "haha"s. Our dorm leader, Giselle Murdoch, even posted on her social media with the caption: [The first step to crossing class boundaries is distancing yourself from people who kill the mood.] Just after midnight, they sent me a photo from the light show and said, "Too bad you're not here." I frowned, confused, when my counselor's call cut in—her voice tight with urgency. "Did you invite your roommates to the light show? The organizers said they never even checked in! They're missing!"