Rosehall Academy is a prestigious 1950's boarding school known for their strict punishments system and excellent behaviour corrections. 5 13-year-old friends who have attended the school for about 6 months are about to start a new term there. Bea Langford, a sassy, mischievous sweetheart, Clara Ashcroft, a smart, responsible girl who tends to put a lot of pressure on herself, Daisy Turner, a funny class clown type girl who can't bear to be in silence, Nora Abassi, quiet and independent who isn't afraid to challenge rules she finds unfair and Evie Bell, a sweet and empathetic people pleaser. What happens when the girls are thrown into a new program, each paired with a new mentor who just might be the first people to find ways to get the girls to straighten up... *Contains corporal punishment*

This is not anywhere close to the final draft. This book is dedicated to the people who stood by my side when I had nothing. To those of you who will come crawling out of the woodworks once this makes me into everything I've ever wanted: Get Fucked. This story is full on BDSM based. There will be lots of controversial things happening in this book that only the most hardcore kinksters will enjoy. Reader discretion is advised. Vivian is in a three year deep full dominant/submissive relationship. Greyson controls almost everything she does but she enjoys it. Anytime he wants sex she cannot deny him. Anytime he wants to hunt her through the woods and fuck her on the cold hard ground like an animal, she feels safer than she ever has. Vivian likes to behave most of the time but every so often she will break a rule just to see what he will do. The only time she's off limits is at work or with family. Her past is due to catch up with her at any point now. Will she make it? Will she and Greyson last? Will they grow? Or will it all come crashing down around her head for the second time leaving her mentally and physically scarred? Her heart wants to open up and become vulnerable again but her mind knows that vulnerability leads to pain that she doesn't enjoy.

He is the silent executioner. She is the cold strategist. Together, they are a bloodbath. "She fights for the law. He breaks it like a promise. And somewhere between justice and sin... they fall." "Agastya Singh Rana doesn't lose cases- He buries them. Aahana Kashyap doesn't lose battles- She wins them in court. But this war? It's personal." AGASTYA SINGH RANA doesn't talk. He acts. A man of few words and brutal methods, he serves his justice the way he offers his prayers to Mahadev-with cold, unyielding fire. He doesn't want a partner, and he certainly doesn't want a witness. AAHANA KASHYAP isn't looking for a savior. A devotee of Krishna, she knows that the sharpest weapon isn't a blade-it's the mind. She is icy, calculating, and has spent years building a plan to dismantle her enemies. She doesn't have time for Agastya's brute force, and she has even less patience for his attitude.

When Ella's life falls apart, she escapes to her brother Noah's house- only to find his best friend Jax living there too. Jax, the mysterious, silent type with dark eyes and darker secrets. Jax, who Noah swears she should stay away from. Jax, who hides the kind of desire that could ruin her... or save her. Ella only wants a fresh start. But trouble follows her- in the form of bruises she can't explain, a past she can't talk about, and a boy who taught her the wrong meaning of "love." Then one night, Jax finds her shaking on the doorstep. And everything changes. Behind locked doors and low voices, she learns two things: 1. Jax is dangerous in ways no one warned her about. 2. She has a part of herself she's never admitted- a part that answers to him. A hair tie dropped in a hallway. A whispered "sorry, master." A set of rules spoken in the dark. What begins as protection turns into something far deeper- something Ella never knew she needed, and Jax never believed he deserved. But Noah can never find out. And Ella's past is catching up fast. He wants to claim her. She wants to belong. And once Jax has her... he doesn't plan to let go. A slow-burn, high-tension, brother's-best-friend romance with dominance, secrets, and the kind of chemistry that destroys every rule.

"Shh...it's useless to cry over something that you have no control over. Give in before I bring your dear sister's cadaver as wedding gift." His words made her stiffen making her let out another wrecked sob. Ralph let out a amused chuckle at her disheveled face. Alexei's midnight eyes stared down at her, his jaw flexing as silence between them stretched. Rara felt another pair of impatient cold hands lewdly running over her waist with shameless speed. Her throat constricted as if their touch nauseated her to the extent she bit down on her inner cheek hardly drawing out metallic taste of blood. "Open up for me, Rara. Let me see how beautiful this tempterous body of yours is." **** They came to me in the night, cruel, darkly handsome men from the most dangerous corners of the world in name of helping me in my worst time. I should've known better that peace in this world come with a price. Price of my freedom. They tormented me, destroyed me, ripping apart my world with their quest for revenge. Two years ago, I met them. In our first meeting, I was betrothed to them. Now they've come to claim me, destroying anyone standing in their way. Even me. I fear them, I hate them and worse of all I couldn't escape them.

✧ ೃ༄*ੈ✩ 𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫. ..⃗. ☁️ 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐦. "Why are you always looking down? My face is right up here." He gently held my chin in between his fingers, tilting my head up so that our eyes could lock in on each other. "You're so pretty, you make nervous," I quietly confessed. A blush made its way on both of our faces, making laughter fly past my lips. He's so cute. He shook his head and brought the blunt in his hand to his lips, taking a long drag. I curiously looked up at him through my lashes, secretly wanting to try it. As if he knew what was going through my mind, he gripped my face in his hand and bent down, pulling us closer together. My heart thumped against my chest, begging to be let free. "Uh-" He cut me off by placing his lips on mine, making my eyes widen when I felt him allowing the smoke to blow into my mouth. "Inhale," he instructed. ೃ⁀➷ 𝐀 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲; 𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫, 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲, 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐮𝐩𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫. ..⃗. ☁️ 𝐀 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞.

" I tried to play nice, Evelina but you are so damn stubborn " He says. I'm not sure where this is leading but I feel so vulnerable in this position. My ass rests on his thighs and my legs drape down and as my feet hang up in the air he gently grabs a handful of my afro and lifts my head to his lips, so I'll hear what he has to say clearly. " Why is that ? " he asks " Because you make me sick " I bark out " Wrong answer " He lets go of my hair and my head collapses inches away from the ground I feel my bike shorts starting to come undone. " A little teaching needs to be taught about what happens to women who don't listen to orders " ...... Blurb Ares König a indiscreet womaniser. Stripping powerful women of their dominance and opening them to whole new world. A world of submission. What's happens when he crosses paths with Evelína Dautrich an ex-assassin running away from a terrible past. Her undying animosity for men landed her a place in The Devil's Den a BDSM Club fit for the elite. Evelína's dominance nature gives her the capability to bring men to their brawny knees. Will The Ares König be able to have her full submission or will he be her new slave ? It's a race for submission. Who will cave? Find out... *PSA, THIS IS A SLOWBURN BOOK* WARNING ⚠️ - Abuse - Torture - BDSM - TRIGGERING SCENES - ETC IF THAT'S NOT YOUR THING PLEASE SCROLL NOW THANK YOU

I started to walk away, but was pushed with my face against the wall. "Obedience. That is what you need." His body was pressed against me, his breath hot in my ear. "Punishment" I could feel the smirk on his lips as he lightly bit my ear; I could hear the strain in his voice, holding back. I heard someone moan and realized it was my traitorous body. ***PLEASE UNDERSTAND THAT I WAS YOUNG AND HAD NO EXPERIENCE WRITING THIS-THE BEGINNING OF THIS STORY IS QUITE AMUSINGLY SHITTY, PLEASE STICK TO THE END WHERE I EVENTUALLY LEARN A THING OR TWO. THIS BOOK IS UNDERGOING EDITING, BUT IT IS IN A DRAFT SO IT DOES NOT AFFECT YOUR CURRENT READING.***

This is my first time writing. If you would like me to write more, make sure to let me know by commenting, hitting the star, following, and starting conversations with me! I tried to close my legs. "Wait! Stop! I'm still too sensitive." He slapped my pussy. "What's my name?" If it was possible, I got even more wet. "Sir, it's sir." As I tried to close my legs, his large, veiny hands forced them open. "You fucking slut. Next time address me correctly. Whores don't get pleasure. As for this pathetic pussy, I do what I want with it. You're all mine." --------------------------------------- Reviews: "I love it I love it I love it I love it!!" "The main character is sexy af" "I'm fucking bouncing off the walls! I can't wait for more!" "I loved it!"

Anastasia is off to University where her path crosses with an ex classmate in an awkward situation. Dominic is Anastasia's ex classmate and bully. And after being convinced to trust him again they grow an attraction that either of them can ignore. Dominic introduces Ana to his world of bdsm. He "doesn't do girlfriends". Ana tries it out and falls in love with it almost instantly, but being his submissive isn't enough. ------ I hate this book lmao.