Aah-s-stop, let go!" I cried, tears stinging my eyes. His eyes flicked down to my bare skin, a dark smirk tugging at his lips. "n-no stop" I cried "you shouldn't have disobeyed sweetheart" He pulled down my underwear as I screamed. Humiliation washed over me as i cried my eyes out. My vision blurred by my tears "N-no p-please s-stop this" He bend down next to my ear "Look at you, trembling like a good girl" "s-stop this p-please". I begged only to hear his chuckle. He stood behind me, the belt gripped tight in his hand, his breath steady-controlled. "Count," he ordered coldly. "Every. Single. One." I waited for the pain to come as i lay there helpless.Humiliated. Stripped of dignity. And they watched me break. All four of them. __________________ Issabelle was only seven when the world she knew was ripped away from her. Her parents, the only ones who ever loved her were taken from her in a single, devastating moment. After the sudden death of her parents - she was hidden away in the Castillian mansion where she met them. The men that changed her life forever. Their dark, tangled emotions blur the line between protection and control, while Isabelle remains in the dark about the bloody truth that chains her to them. As hidden enemies close in and old loyalties fracture, Isabelle must face a world that wants to claim her... or destroy her. Will she break free or will she become something darker, something twisted, craving the very twisted desires she hate ?

There's nothing Emma Chassèriaux can do to escape Matteo Lucchese, he'll make sure of it. After all, someone has to pay, right? "You're sick in the head, Matteo." My voice is thick with emotion, with vulnerability. How fucking dare he. "And you're delusional if you think I want anything to do with you after what you just did." He's quite the sight right now, composed but teetering on the edge. I can tell by the slight twitch in his left eye. His breath fans across the tip of my nose as he leans down, eyes flickering back and forth between my pupils shrewdly. "I own you, Emmy. It doesn't really matter what you fucking want." I'm tempted to pull my chin out of his grip when he suddenly grasps it firmly, his thumb digging into the side of my jaw. "When I tell you to jump, your only response should be 'How high, Matteo?'"

Ilana May had a rough life father and mother died in a car crash and she only had her older sister Lily to rely on one night they had a fight and she stormed out of the house little did she know her whole life would change that night.

Irina came to the city with quiet hopes and a heart still untouched by the cruelty of the world. She never meant to stand out. But she did-to the wrong man. Louis Velinova doesn't live in headlines. He lives in shadows. A powerful, unseen owner of a corporate empire, untouchable by law, unknown to the public. To most, he doesn't exist. To Irina, he became god and executioner. He stole her from everything she knew. He buried the people she loved. He twisted her days into silence and her nights into survival. And he called it love. He told her she was his. He made her bleed and kneel and shatter. All with the quiet, methodical obsession of a man who had been broken long before he broke her. But Irina never became him. She never became cruel. She became patient. This isn't a love story. It's the slow, sharp tale of a girl who was hunted-and the man who thought she could never strike back. He created the ending with his own hands. She just delivered it.

Leila Cheung returns to her hometown after having been away for 5 years, away from the very painful memories she has endured for the majority of her childhood, courtesy of the five boys - Jason, Andrew, Peter, Kyle, and Eric - who had bullied and tormented her relentlessly. Now, transferring to Northvale High in her senior year, Leila hopes to make a fresh start and succeed in her studies - only to find out that four of her bullies also attend the same school. Worse yet - they recognize her and decide to make her their own personal 'pet'. How will she survive this ordeal, especially as the leader Jason's cruelty evolves into an obsession darker and more twisted than she can ever hope to imagine?

A dark romance between a young spiteful, curious girl, ready to take on the world with the help of her sexy devil. Join them in ups and downs of their relation. ********************************************* I trembled, my voice barely a whisper as I pleaded, "Can I please wear something underneath it? The slit is too high to cover anything." He turned me around, his eyes glinting with mischief. As he knelt down, he spread my legs wide, pushing the lower part of the gown aside. His tongue darted out, laving at my clit, still damp from our earlier encounter. I arched my back, my body convulsing as he devoured me. I clutched the chair, my moans echoing through the room. He intensified his assault, sucking me dry. "Adam... I'm close," I gasped, my voice thick with desire. He paused, his eyes locking onto mine. "The slit is for my convenience," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "So I can play with you whenever I want. No, you can't wear anything that will come between us." ***************************************** Contains mature scenes, abusive language, abuse and dominance of the male lead and his obsession over his love. Please do not go ahead if you do not like reading R rated. You have been warned.

"P-Please... I'm sorry!" she begged helplessly, rocking back and forth as she tried to comfort herself. The boys simply watched her in darkness, their gazes hardening as they took in her emotions. She tried to appear strong, but it was obvious that in certain situations, like the current one she was in, she was slowly cracking. They wanted to shatter her, to break and corrupt her. And after they would achieve that, they would mend her together, she would crawl back to them and beg for them to fix her. "I think it's time to show our little girl who she belongs to" --- 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐬... This is a dark erotica bully story! Please read the trigger warning chapter as this story will get dark! TW: dark themes, sexual and physical abuse, reverse harem, mature content, slight gore/violence and smut --- 1st in bdsmrelationship - 30/9/25 1st in dubcon - 7/10/25 2nd in boardingschool 8/10/25 3rd in violence 28/10/25 1st in boardingschool 9/11/25 2nd in daddies 13/11/25 1st in daddies 15/11/25

" Crawl to me. " " Kneel by my side. " He commands as I near him. " How many cocks have you sucked? " He inquires, his voice is low and rough, edged with something unfiltered. The question throws me off guard. " Can you suck? " He demands, the desire for something sinister is something he no longer tries to hide. " No. " I mutter, looking down. " Eyes on me, Bambi. " He is quick to correct. " You've never sucked a dick, Bambi? " " No one's used these pretty lips..." He mutters more to himself, with a look of satisfaction plastered all over his face. " All for me. " He whispers in a breathy voice. " You don't know how to suck? " He asks, yet again. " No. " I reply, hoping that he'd leave me after finding out how inexperienced I am. " Good, because I want you to choke on it instead! " With that said, he forces my mouth wide open on his hard dick. ___________________ He was made to kill. She was never meant to be seen. When Silas Rossy takes over the mafia empire, he's ready to hunt down the man who raised him like a weapon and then fled: Alejandro, the only father he ever knew... and the one who destroyed him. But vengeance comes with a twist. Arabella is the girl Silas watched from afar, Innocent. Untouchable. Until she turns out to be Alejandro's daughter. Now, she's the key to drawing the devil out of hiding and the very girl Silas vowed never to taint. But all of that is going to change very soon...because he's out for revenge! This Book Is A Dark Romance.

"I don't care if you want it or not, all I care about is you believing and admitting that you are mine. I don't care what lengths I have to go to make you believe that you're mine. You belong to me , I own you Chula " his voice alone sent chills down my spine. Staring into his eyes, all is see is fury, I clasped my hand on his tight hands trying to get him to stop. I begged him with my welled up eyes, begging him to stop. I couldn't produce any sound. He finally let go off me. I had to cough couple of times to clear my air passage. I stared at him and I can't even find any regrets, he still had the same expression on. "Michele you can't do this to me. I have a life back home, I have people out there that needs me.. ... " i was saying until I got snatched up again. This time his grip on my neck tightened . "What part of you belong to me now don't you understand !! " he yelled in my face. His eyes went from deep brown to dark. They are blazing with fury. I blinked rapidly and the tears finally flowed freely from my eyes. At this point, I know he's definitely going to kill me if he continues like this. He let go of me but immediately snatched my hands " I guess I have to remind you that you're mine After all " with that he starts dragging me as he walked.

She was mine long before she knew it. I had been raised in shadows, in a world where power was survival and choice was an illusion. But then there was her. She slipped into my life unexpectedly and defiantly, her eyes too bright for a town like this one. She was unafraid of what lay beneath the surface, thinking she could walk away and resist the pull. But every step she took only bound her tighter to me. She was delicate but stubborn, fierce enough to face what others ran from, even if she didn't fully see it yet. She was the only thing I had ever chosen. I would break anything to keep her, everything, even her illusions of freedom. Because in a world that offered no choices, she became my one certainty. I will carve that truth into the world, with blood, if I have to. R. Trigger Warning ⚠️: This story contains intense and graphic content, exploring dark and disturbing themes that may be triggering for some readers. Sensitive topics are depicted throughout. Reader discretion is strongly advised. Proceed with caution: after this point, no additional warnings will be provided.