BULLY ROMANCE ______________ Angelica Wrath was everything her name said she was. Innocent. Sweet. A Daddy's Girl. Pure. A Virgin. Never touched. Never Kissed. Never fucked. All because her father was the Deputy Headmaster and Head of Discipline at the most prestigious private schools in England. She was no one, to anyone. Except to Damien Richards. Noble. Billionaire. Heir to a line of wealth and fame and the best Fly-Half Abernathy College had ever seen. He was treated like a God. The only person he ever had a problem was with the little angel of General Wrath herself. Because there was only room for one person to be perfect in this school and it was Damien. For six years Angelica has lived through constant unrelenting torment from the golden boy, the one who no one believed would hurt a fly. She had no idea, Damien had been caught in her web all along. Maybe Angelica was the Monster his parents always warned him about. His little monster. ______________ #1st in sexy #1st in boardingschool #1st in Goodgirlsarebadgirlsthathaventbeencaught #1st in Old Money #1st in bullyromance #1st in goodgirlsarebadgirls #1st in bully ______________ NO SMUT WARNINGS BUT LOADS OF SMUT (some dub-con scenes) SET IN ENGLAND UPPER SIXTH = 17&18 MESS, CHAOTIC AND QUESTIONABLE DECISIONS MADE, READ WITH CAUTION.

𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡. 𝐇𝐞 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐭. She hides behind sharp boots and brighter dresses, yellow loud enough to drown out the cracks in her heart. It almost works. Until the man her papa crossed decides to collect what he's owed. He doesn't ask. He takes. Tattooed hands. A ruler of empires built on blood. He closes the distance. She tries to keep it. But he's always liked the chase.

BULLY ROMANCE (bratva subplot) ______________ Anika Sokolov was thoroughly fed up of England, of the people, the men, of Oxford. She hated it. But it was better than what she used to have, back in Russia. Daughter of a politician, family with deep ties to the Bratva and a future carved in ice. But that was in the past, that was gone. Or so she thought. So she prayed. To be left alone. But life hated Anika almost as much as she hated life. Especially when it kept throwing Nathaniel Evensley at her. The Son of an Earl and the son of the devil himself. Nathaniel Evensley was a sadist and he had it out for Anika. Especially considering she 'ruined his life' last summer causing Nathaniel to loose any hope of becoming a rugby player. Anika thought she'd left him behind until General Wrath drags both her and Nate back to Abernathy and insists on a team building exercise between their quarrelling siblings. Anika couldn't think of anything worse than being trapped for a week with a man she despised. A six foot something, mullet haired, tattooed god of a man who looked like he wanted to rip her in half. It was a good thing Anika grew up with claws and learned how to use them. But every time she thinks she's escaping Nathaniel Evensley, she realises he's got his claws far deeper in her than she expected. And that was terrifying because no one broke into Anika's cold mask. Ever. And she'd be damned if she'd let Nathaniel Evensley be the first. Especially when he was so smitten with his fucking girlfriend. She wouldn't be waiting for him by his heels. She would not allow herself to be his little kitten. Ever. __________ #1st in Oxford #1st in nobility #1st in tension #1st in bullyromance __________ No smut warnings but loads of smut. Set in England First year of University Warnings in intro.

"𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐩, 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐩𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚." Olivia groaned and crossed her arms, standing her ground. "Don't tell me what to do. You're not my dad." Amusement filled Santino's gaze as he stood up, abandoning the papers he desperately needed to read and sign. Yet, all that was forgotten as her bewitching lips protruded. "I might not be your dad but," a midnight lock of hair was pinned behind her ear, "I can be your papi." Shuddering, her body drew closer to him, betraying her mind. "You're sick." Taking the nape of her neck, Santino leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. "Yet you still dream about my touch, don't you, principessa?" ❦ When Santino Adriano discovers that the Bratva has betrayed their neutrality by secretly working with his family's enemies, he's determined to send a brutal message that cannot be ignored. His target? The Bratva kingpin's sister, Olivia Morozov-a sheltered girl who knows little to nothing about the dark underworld her family controls, having been shielded from the darker truths of her family's empire her entire life. Fresh out of boarding school and blissfully oblivious to the power struggle boiling beneath her feet, Olivia is suddenly whisked away from everything she's ever known and thrust into a world where loyalty is weaponised and power is the ultimate prize. As secrets and long-buried lies unravel around her, she realises she's caught in a game where the unrelenting fight for power holds more value than human lives-including her own. Santino is cold, calculating, and relentless - everything Olivia should fear. Yet, she is intrigued by by his deadly nature. The line between fear and attraction is thin, and like a moth to a flame, she seeks him out, unafraid of the burn it may cause. She's never known anyone like him-an older, dangerous man who makes her question everything she thought she knew about desire. Olivia just didn't expect her captor to be so handsome.

Eden Amato was the treasured baby of her family. She knew what her life was like, but her family allowed a level of ignorance towards it. Until her 18th birthday, when she was suddenly married to Jackson Walsh, the soon-to-be leader of the Walsh Clan. As the wedding date approaches, Eden realizes things aren't as simple as they seem. She soon finds herself in over her head, marrying all three of the Walsh brothers. Betrayal runs deep, making for some interesting developments. Will she be able to love all three? Or will lust rule the relationship, leaving no room for love? ♔ ♔ ♔ ♔ ♔ ♔ ♔ ♔ ♔ ♔ I pulled all my hair to one side to adjust my necklace, when I felt hands on my shoulders. I jumped and turned, startled to see Callum standing behind me. "What're you doing?" I say, trying to shrug him off. But my shock turns to borderline terror when he plants a kiss at the base of my neck. I freeze, not knowing what's happening. My fiance is sitting across from me and his brother is kissing me. And no one in my family is here. If they find out, they'll either kill him or me. "You smell so sweet, Eden." His hand grasps my jaw, tilting my head to the side for better access. I stop moving, not out of fear, but something else. This doesn't feel bad. "Did you like that, Eden? Because there will be a lot more of that." I turn to look at Jackson, who is smirking slightly. "I'm not the only one you're marrying, Eden. You'll be marrying all 3 of us." I stop breathing all together.

"Run, little lamb. Before I fuck you." ~~~~~ Luna Ayre seemed to have the worst luck in existence... haven been wed to an abusive jerk who silenced her cries with pain... and now she couldn't speak. But once she was finally free of him, she found herself falling into another monster's web, and his cage could never be opened. He was a killer, a player, a stalker. He captured her the very night she left her husband... and then he let her go. But little did she know, he hid in the shadows everywhere she went. He wanted to watch her, study her, grow obsessively possessive over her, kill anyone who touched her. So he waited two years, he, her shadow, kept waiting. Waiting patiently to destroy her. To eat his lamb alive.

Rhodes is an intimidating man, with no expression to match your attempted humor. But his art is like no other, a talented tattoo artist he gave people their wishes but better, making something permanent, merely impossible to regret. There was only one thing to make Rhodes soft, a gorgeous woman he studied like a student did before an exam, analyzing who she hung with, who she spoke to, hoping none of the interactions were genuine although they were. With the kindness that reminds one of a warm summer day, Cecelia serves Rhodes merely everyday at the local pub she waitresses for, his order the same every time to where she forgot his voice completely after the first time. After finding out where he works, she's determined to get him to speak, after all, he was the only one who she thought to be a bit strange. Little did she know he'd been watching her for months. Loving her from afar.

Mature Content❗️❗️ He reached around, his hand finding her throat again, his thumb tilting her head back so she had to look at him in the mirror. "Look at how you take me," he commanded. "Look at what you do to me." This is a psychological romantic thriller. After a traumatic relationship with an ex-boyfriend who didn't respect her boundaries, Elara takes a high-paying job as the personal secretary to the enigmatic Calix Valerius. Known as "The Ghost," Calix is a man of shadows who communicates through intercoms and dark silhouettes, maintaining a cold, rigid professional boundary. However, Elara's life begins to fracture into terrifyingly erotic layers: 1. The Professional Coldness: In the office, Calix is dismissive and clinical, barely acknowledging her as more than a tool for his empire. 2. The Physical Predator/The Digital Stalker: A man in a mask begins haunting her outside of work-first at a party where he marks her neck, and later through a terrifying "cat-and-mouse" game in her dreams. The "Unknown" caller begins blackmailing her, revealing he has eyes inside her home and office. He forces her into acts of voyeuristic submission, claiming to know her deepest desires for her boss. Elara is caught in a web of sensory confusion. While she suspects the "Masked Man/Stalker," and "Calix" might be the same person due to a shared scent of sandalwood and rain, Calix's icy demeanor in person convinces her otherwise. She now believes she is being hunted by a dangerous third party who is using her obsession with her boss to destroy her.

1 woman, 4 men. They all have thick skin, never letting anyone get too close to cause pain.... Until Riley. This is essentially a Reverse Harem Mafia Dark Romance book. ***18+ TRIGGER WARNINGS: abuse, blood, mentions of self harm,

Mara Leone used to think being stalked meant fear. She was wrong. Fear was easy. Fear made sense. What didn't make sense was the full gas tank she never paid for, the broken things fixed before she could replace them, the coffee waiting on her car with her usual order written on the side. Macchiato. No sugar. Cinnamon. And beneath it, one handwritten warning: 'Don't skip breakfast today, amor.' Whoever he is, he knows her routines. Her habits. Her temper. Her weaknesses. He slips into her life quietly, making it easier in ways that feel less like kindness and more like control. Mara doesn't want his help. She doesn't want his attention. And she definitely doesn't want to wonder why the man watching her from the shadows seems to know exactly what she needs before she does. But the worst part? He has no intention of stopping.