BULLY ROMANCE ______________ Juliette Al Saria had always known who she'd become. Her life was set in stone the second she'd wished it that way. She had the perfect boyfriend, the perfect university, the perfect family. She would be married, have children and be happy. That had been her plan up until seven months ago. When her boyfriend had fallen in love with the bitch who had ruined his life. Now Juliette was lost, drowning in drink and drugs and sex. Her purpose was lost, her future was tainted and she was swimming in a pool of darkness, of loneliness because losing Nathaniel Evensley, didn't mean just losing the love of your life. It meant losing your friendship group, your support system, your life. And Juliette had no clue how to get it back. Mangus Holier had watched Juliette since the first time he saw her, he had watched her fall in love with his best friend and witnessed it break her. He had felt every emotion across her face and embodied every pain she encountered. Because he loved her. He loved her the second he saw her. And he knew he could never have her. Because she would always want his best friend. Tasked with looking over a rogue Juliette, Magnus -Who had always been a dick to Juliette to hide his feelings- finds that it's harder to keep his feelings at bay because Juliette wasn't pushing him away, in fact the only way she didn't push him away was during sex. Because during sex, Magnus gave her everything he never let himself say. He touched her like the sun touches the trees, kissed her as if she was air, craved her like she was ambrosia. Juliette was his everything. And she had no idea. Because she'd never been anyone's everything. She'd never been anyone's entirety. She never thought she'd love being His Little Slut. ________________ #1st in using #1st in Cambridge #1st in want #1st in rugby #1st in breeding #1st in old #1st in bitch #1st in yearning ________________ Set in England Second year of University Warnings in intro.

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.