GL Dark Romance Novel (5th November 2025) All Rights Reserved. She was the woman people whispered about. The one who ruled the city from the shadows, whose name carried both power and fear. Cold, ruthless, and unrelenting, she had everything under control... until her. She wasn't supposed to matter. An innocent girl with soft eyes and quiet dreams, stepping into her world by accident and changing everything she thought she knew about restraint. A weakness. But the more she tasted her light, the more her darkness demanded to claim it. Now, she's trapped in her orbit, where love feels like danger and devotion tastes like sin. Because when obsession becomes the only language she speaks, there's no line between protecting her and destroying her. In her world, love isn't tender. It's possession.

"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

𝚸2 𝐎𝐅 𝚨 " 𝐓𝐖𝐎-𝚸𝚨𝐑𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒" | 18+ ••• For a while, Amina has been running-fleeing from a past that won't let her go, constantly looking over her shoulder, terrified of the man who haunts her every step. One man who once held her in his arms, whispered promises of forever, and the other left her delusional thinking a man so sinister could ever be normal. Reign shattered her world beyond repair. Now, she's been hidden in the shadows with a gift of life from him, making decisions that seem small at the time, but each one leads her further down a dangerous path. She gets ear of the clock, and when it runs out, the one person she fears most will come to collect what's his. Will love, hate, and vengeance collide in a way she never imagined, or will she make that one percent of breaking free, once and for all? However, one thing is certain: no matter what happens, she will ultimately be forced to surrender to his darkness-whether it's in pursuit of deadly retribution or simply to raise the white flag. We all know that the human body can survive only so much trauma before it finally breaks down. Gusev pronounce (Cho-sev)

✧ 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐋𝐘𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐌𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐈 (𝐀𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐍) ✧ When I was six I was kidnapped and taken away from my family for seven months. Thirteen years later and I have little to no memory of who had taken me. Ever since then my father has been severely overprotective and never lets me out of his sight. Now that I'm somewhat on my own everything starts to change. When I finish high school and start attending New York University my life takes a turn, for better and for worse. They're back. ☆ 𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐗𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 ☆ Years ago we found our little angel. She just so happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. She was the light in our lives, until one day we lost her again. Thirteen years later and we still mourn the loss of our sweetheart, but we found her once, we will do it again. I am the head of the Russian mafia, or a professor at NYU depending who you ask. One day I raise my head to look around at the sea of students and my eyes lock on a familiar pair of ocean blue irises. ★ 𝐇𝐀𝐘𝐃𝐄𝐍 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐋𝐋 ★ I'm a heartless killer and offer no apologies for it. As the head of the Russian mafia along with being the CEO to a multibillion dollar company, my life is nothing but darkness. During the day I'm an office man, at night my knife slashes through the necks of anyone I can get my hands on. Killing is my outlet, ever since I lost her. It helps me keep my anger in check. I've never stopped looking for her. We've come close multiple times, but each time came out unsuccessful. As I put a bullet in the head of my ex-guard, Alex comes rushing into the room, and the look on his face says it all. He found her. Start: July 4th End: ///

In the realm of guns, lies, deception and beasts, an angel was born "Damn it!" ---

"I really am sorry." "I know. Now lift your skirt for me," he demands, standing behind my sprawled out figure on his desk, rolling up the sleeves of his button up. I feel my face flush, and I lift my cheek from its position on the solid wood desk to where I knew they were standing, waiting. I lock my wide eyes with pale green ones, knowing Sebastian's my best chance at avoiding punishment. All I receive in return is a slow, smug grin, and then a shrug, telling me I'm all out of luck. I watch as he gets comfortable, leaning against the dark wood walls and sliding his hands in his now slightly creased pant pockets. My eyes flicker over to Nik and Oliver, who moved to take up the leather armchairs at each corner of the desk, each with wicked gleams in their eyes, feasting on my vulnerable position. I shiver as I feel Elijah's cold hand run up the back of my thigh softly, only to pinch the goosebump-covered skin just under the curve of my ass, jolting me into awareness. "You know I don't like waiting, pretty girl," he chides, leaning into me so I can faintly feel his even breaths whisper along my neck. I lift my hands and reach behind me to pull up my fitted skirt so that my panty-clad bottom is hit with the effects of the slightly too-high air conditioning. I shiver in anticipation of Elijah's hard hand, knowing that despite my fear, I'm also more excited than I've ever been. His hand suddenly reaches into the side of my underwear from behind and he slides his fingers through my soaking folds, leisurely stroking my clit. I inhale a sharp gasp of air, electricity flowing through my pussy at his mere touch. "You're such a good cunt for us, aren't you, sweetheart? Are you going to take your punishment like a good girl now?"

Can you damage someone beyond repair? Luca plays his role as the loyal underboss. Violent, lethal, flawless. The lapdog, the starboy. On the surface, he maintains his facade of smirks and casual charm, but beneath the mask, thereʼs a profound darkness, a relentless memory of the girl who shattered his heart years ago. Soft, innocent, naive---sheʼs the last thing he needs... yet the only thing heʼs ever wanted. When trouble drags Wren back to New Yorkʼs underworld, she has no choice but to face the past she never outran. She never stopped yearning for the boy who lit up her world seven years ago, the only person who ever made her feel truly alive. Fate throws them back into the same orbit, but can they survive the wreck of their past?

𝗭𝗮𝗺𝗮 𝗝𝗮𝗻𝗮𝗮𝗻 - '𝖬𝗒 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝖽.' "𝘌𝘴𝘪 𝘣𝘢𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘪𝘯 𝘬𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘦𝘺 𝘬𝘩𝘶𝘥𝘬𝘰 𝘢𝘻𝘪𝘺𝘢𝘵 𝘬𝘶 𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘩𝘵𝘪 𝘩𝘰 𝘵𝘶𝘮?", I growled. My breath hitting her face. Our bodies flushed together. (Why do you want to give yourself agony by speaking such words?) 𝘏𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘺 colliding 𝘊𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘮. "𝘒𝘰𝘪 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘬𝘩𝘴 𝘣𝘩𝘪 𝘡𝘢𝘳 𝘔𝘪𝘯𝘢 𝘚𝘪𝘬𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘒𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘬𝘰 𝘚𝘪𝘬𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘋𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘣 𝘒𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘦 𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘩𝘥𝘢 𝘯𝘢𝘩𝘪 𝘬𝘢𝘳 𝘴𝘢𝘬𝘵𝘢, 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘰 𝘬𝘩𝘶𝘥 𝘡𝘢𝘳 𝘔𝘪𝘯𝘢 𝘚𝘪𝘬𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘒𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘩𝘪 𝘬𝘺𝘶𝘯 𝘯𝘢 𝘩𝘰!", I reiterated the words. My tone lacing finality. (Noone can separate Zar Mina Sikander Khan from Sikander Darab Khan, even If it's Zar Mina Sikander Khan herself!) Full Introduction inside :) Do not plagiarise!

an·dro·pho·bia | \ ˌan-drə-ˈfō-bē-ə noun : an abnormal dread of men : repugnance to the male sex Thea is the definition of sweetness. Whether it be stopping to talk to a homeless person in the streets or volunteering overtime at her local charity shop, she feels the need to give and not take. Although that comes with disadvantages of its own, the effects of a strange phobia of hers only make her life more difficult: her growing fear of men. And when she meets the most terrifying of them all, she is forced to ultimately confront her fear. In the form of a murderous member of the mafia by the name of Synn, that same uncontrollable terror that she experiences in the presence of a man only sparks an interest in him. But unbeknownst to Synn, a man who revels at the tremor of his enemies, he cannot figure out why her wide, teary eyes do not give him the same pleasure. Why does that same terror-stricken look on Thea's face only make his heart clench with pain instead of content? #1 in Hot #1 in Fear #1 in Scared #1 in Sweet #1 in Kind #3 in Cute #5 in Love Cover done by @kimtherespeopledying

～ꗥ❀ "𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐫....𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞." ❀ꗥ～ "Strip." The eyes that had always looked at me with soft admiration were now filled with venom. "Abhimaan, plea-" "Strip, Amrita!" He said coldly as his eyes darkened. A tear fell from my eye at my helplessness, at my cursed destiny. But do I have any other choice? With shivering hands, I removed the dress, standing only in my inners. "Everything, sweetheart." There was nothing sweet about the way he called me 'sweetheart.' It was taunting. Taking a deep breath, I reached back to unclasp my bra, exposing my breasts to his lustful eyes. Then I tucked my fingers into my panties and removed the last shred of my covering. He rose from his chair, took predatory steps toward me, and then circled around me, his hungry gaze burning on every inch of my body. He stopped in front of me after examining me and I could see a pleased expression on his face as he smirked at my pitiful state. He dragged his fingers from the valley between my breasts down to my core and brushed them against my folds, making me shiver. But then his eyes turned the darkest shade of black, as if a thought passed through his mind. He looked scary. He pulled me to him with his grip on my core, and my body collided with his. "Kya kya kar chuki ho apne fiance ke sath?" His voice was menacing as he looked at me with hateful gaze. My eyes got closed and tears began to fall, thinking about him. Raj. My fiance. My life is ruined now. One night and my life has turned 180 degrees. ❀～❀ Just a span of a moment and my life was at the verge of getting destroyed. If I didn't do anything at time then I would lose the people I love the most. And I can't let that happen. I would do anything to save them, even if I have to put my body on purchase to the most ruthless and cunning man I've ever known... Abhimaan Singh Sahay. My Saviour, My Owner, My...Lover. (Or is he?)