𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝟑 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭 " Ian never experienced nothin like dis before" " So let us be yo first, let us be the one and only experience that you can't get away from"

"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

Innaya Sen is a soft soul in a hard world. Chubby, quiet, and often overlooked, she is treated like a maid in her uncle's house, where her cousin Nayantara shines as the family's pride. But Innaya doesn't complain. She finds joy in the small things - a good novel, a new recipe, the laughter of her girls at the shelter... and most of all, in dancing and singing. Art is her escape. Through every graceful step and every haunting note, she pours out the pain the world won't let her speak. But nothing prepares her for Raahil Raizada. He's a man whispered about in fear - ruthless, brutal, sinfully powerful. A mafia heir with blood on his hands and darkness in his soul. At a glittering party, he sets his eyes on Nayantara, but one twisted business deal later... it's Innaya who's sent into his mansion. The girl no one noticed. The girl he was never meant to see. But when he hears her sing, when he watches her dance... something in him snaps. She begins to haunt his mind - the softness he doesn't deserve, the light that makes him burn. He wants to destroy her. He wants to cage her. But she refuses to break. As their twisted fates collide, and obsession spirals into something far more dangerous, can Innaya survive a man like Raahil? Or will she become the only thing that could ever undo him?

Cee Ayers doesn't let people in-he's got walls built from years of learning that trust is dangerous. Zeph Carter doesn't need an invitation-he sees through the silence, through the sarcasm, and meets Cee exactly where he is. What starts as an easy friendship shifts into something heavier, something neither of them expected. But love-real love-means letting yourself be seen, even when it's terrifying. Sample Scene: Cee was sprawled on Zeph's bed, noise-canceling headphones on, iPad in hand, locked into his game. He barely noticed when the mattress dipped, barely reacted when Zeph's warmth pressed against him. Then Zeph slid on top of him. Cee exhaled through his nose, adjusting his grip on the iPad, ignoring the weight pressing him into the mattress. A slow, deliberate kiss landed on his neck. Then another. Cee tapped his screen. "Move." Zeph didn't. Instead, he bit down gently, then soothed the spot with his tongue. Cee tensed. "Zeph." Zeph hummed against his skin, pressing more kisses, dragging his lips up the side of Cee's throat. His hands settled on Cee's ribs, thumbs rubbing slow circles. Cee's fingers twitched around the iPad. He tried to focus. He really did. Then Zeph bit again, harder this time. Cee sighed, dropping the iPad onto his chest and yanking off the headphones. "You deadass?" Zeph grinned against his skin. "Been deadass." Cee huffed, tilting his head to the side in surrender. "You so fuckin' annoying." Zeph just chuckled, lips finding Cee's jaw. "Yeah, but you love me though."

"But friends don't sleep together." Ethan's chest tightened. His voice shook. Daniel smirked, his tone mocking. "Then let's not call it friendship. Let's call it what it is. Friends with benefits." He leaned in suddenly, his face inches from Ethan's, making Ethan freeze in place. "I like what we have now. It's simple. Physical. I don't want to make it complicated with feelings or labels. You know I don't like guys, I like women. But what we have in bed... it works. Our bodies match. So why not just enjoy that? why ruin it?" ***** Ethan has loved his best friend Danial for a long time. He was aware that Danial doesn't feel the same way, but after an unexpected forbidden kiss, everything changes as Danial grows more possessive, now, Ethan must navigate his own feelings while dealing with Danial's newfound affection. Ethan torn between his unrequited feelings and the heartbreaking reality of watching Danial continue to be with other women. Trapped in an emotional struggle, Ethan can't break free from Danial, even though he knows that if their relationship was ever discovered, everything around them would fall apart. How will Ethan handle his feelings for Danial while protecting their complicated relationship from collapsing?

Jaylen and Rico were best friends in high school, but life pulled them apart. Jaylen became a stripper, keeping his intersex identity quiet, while Rico rose as a feared gangster in the streets. Now their paths cross again-will old bonds spark friendship, or something more dangerous?

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"Let me get yo' number." I said and he looked back at me with surprise. "Why? You gay?" He asked and I laughed. "Nigga, you my new studio person. I want to stay in contact," I explained and he nodded. "Oh. Cause I could've sworn you were flirtin' wit' me." He muttered and I grinned. "Don't take it to heart, I jus' be bored," I said and he typed in his number. "Well, don't joke wit' me cause I'm really like that." We made eye contact again and a smirk gifted my lips. "Mm," I licked my lips and he bit his. "Bye Tariq. I'll save your number as asshole." He went back to his computer. "And I'll save yours as big ass," he laughed. "See, you provin' my point. Bye." He waved good-bye at me. Asshole: Goodnight ____ It's a lil lame ik buttt Read to find out more !😝😙 Trigger warnings inside the book

After twelve years behind bars, Iman has learned to feel nothing. With only six months left on his sentence, the last thing he expects is a new cell mate who forces him to confront everything he buried for so long.

Three men. Two women. One night that will change everything. Lilith and Hazel never imagined desire could feel this consuming. Rook, Hunter, and Nix draw them into a world where pleasure is ruthless, teasing, and intoxicatingly tender. Every touch, every whispered command, pulls them deeper into craving-body, mind, and soul. In their arms, the women discover the exquisite balance of dominance and devotion, pain and pleasure, surrender and intimacy. Each encounter leaves them shivering, yearning, and helplessly bound to men who see every secret desire and claim it as their own. With every touch, every kiss, every shiver of want, Lilith and Hazel are consumed-entirely, endlessly, irrevocably.