After witnessing a violent death, Cassidy feels an inexplicable pull toward the masked killer. She should be terrified. Especially when he starts spying on her. But even more so, when he begins creeping into her bedroom each night... Highest #1 in ALL categories -- Obsession, Killer, Stalker, Twisted Romance, Secret Relationship, Innocence, Morally Grey, Thriller Romance, and Secret Killer.

George Oliver has always been the son his father couldn't understand-too delicate, too soft, too wrong. When his family decides to "straighten him out," he is forced into St. Augustine's, a strict Christian boarding school where wealth, reputation, and tradition matter more than truth. At St. Augustine's, being gay isn't just forbidden-it's treated like a disease. George hides behind quiet smiles and careful lies, terrified of the whispers that already follow him. His new roommate, Sebastian Kingsley, is everything George is not: brilliant, athletic, admired... and proudly homophobic. The school's golden prodigy is as untouchable as he is untamed, and George knows keeping his secret is the only way to survive. But secrets have a way of bleeding through walls. And when hatred and desire collide in the confines of a single dorm room, neither boy will walk away unchanged. #2 - Interesting (03/12/2025) TUNE IN TO KNOW THEIR STORY 🍁🌀

"Kyle, this is... wrong," I breathe, my voice sharp but trembling. My pulse hammers as his hand slides boldly over me, fingers pressing against the heat growing between my legs. The contact sends a rush of blood straight to my dick, dizzying me, betraying me. I should shove him away, but instead my grip on his wrist falters, the fight in me thinning into a desperate pull for control I don't really want. "I'm going to spoil you, Asher," he murmurs, his gaze locked on mine, the intensity in his eyes sparking something dangerous inside me. His hand slips beneath my waistband, wrapping around me, stroking until my breath hitches. A groan escapes me, low and humiliating, twisting with pleasure I don't want to feel. I should stop this. I want to stop this. And yet-I crave the next touch more than my own dignity. My hips jerk forward, greedy, desperate, even as shame burns through me. Every slow pull of his hand blurs my thoughts, grinding down the last of my resistance until I can't tell the difference between anger and need. "P-please..." The word tumbles from me, fragile and broken, caught between begging him to stop and begging him not to. He chuckles darkly, leaning in, his lips brushing the sensitive skin of my throat before nipping at it, heat flooding my chest. "Look at you... already begging for me, even when you're trying hard not to." I whine, humiliated, but I can't stop thrusting into his grip. My whole body is trembling, caught between fury at myself and a hunger I can't deny. "You make me feel alive," he whispers against me. "I've never wanted anyone like this before." And I hate myself, because part of me-dark, selfish, hungry-wants him just as badly. - Warning: Will contain violence, foul words, and sexual content. Does not show a healthy relationship. Read at your own risk. Book One of the His Trilogy Formerly known as "His Daddy"

- "Has he ever touched you?" - "Is that your only concern?" - "That definitely is one of my concerns, doll. Now answer ME." ⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘ She was moments away from saying "I do" - dressed in pure white and trembling with anticipation until Rex Knight walked in. Her groom fell first, blood blooming like a nightmare across the altar. The next bullet was a warning. For her. He didn't come to stop the wedding. He came to reclaim what's always been his. How dare she stand dressed in white for another man. A mistake. That one he had to correct with a bullet. ❣ But here they are - love drowned in blood, lust laced with history, and only one way forward. ⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘ She's the servant's daughter. Sweet & untouched. He's the arrogant mafia prince who turned her sweetness into his favourite muse... much before they both could even understand these things! ⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘ "Marry me. Now," he ordered. She stared up at him, her heart hammering like a trapped thing in his daunting presence, "No... n-not until I breathe," she whispered. His sly smirk widened. How he loved this new side of his little Ela.. his precious doll! ❣❣❣ →Dark romance!! Reader discretion is mandatory X

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 ______________ 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.

"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

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Without warning, I reached down and gave her ass a hard smack. "That's for spray painting my car," I said. Her breath hitched, and she bit her lip, trying to suppress a smile. "You're such a caveman." "Caveman? How about this?" I said, smacking her ass again, harder this time. She moaned, and I could feel her responding to me, her body betraying her defiance. 𝐄𝐒𝐌𝐄 I was raised to be perfect. The golden girl. The Kensington princess. Sheltered. Untouched. A good girl with a silver spoon and a diamond crown. But then there's 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐛 𝐅𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐧. My stepbrother. My brother's enemy. A man carved from sin, wrapped in arrogance, and dipped in ink. He doesn't ask. He takes. He doesn't chase. He owns. And when he touches me? It's not gentle. It's filthy. It's wrong. I should run. I should hate him. But when he says my name, low and dark, I don't think about stopping. I think about how deep I can fall. Because Caleb isn't just my first sin. He's the one I'll never escape. 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐁 She was born with a silver spoon in her mouth. And I was the bastard here to tarnish it. 𝐄𝐬𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐝𝐚 𝐊𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐨𝐧. Mummy's little princess. The golden girl. The one thing in this world I was never supposed to touch. But I don't follow rules. I break them. And Esme? She was made to be ruined. Soft lips. Delicate curves. A body that begs for my hands. She's innocent, but not with me. I'm dragging her into the dark, making her dirty, making her mine. She thinks she can survive me. Thinks she can walk away untouched. But Esmeralda? She belongs to me. 𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙮'𝙧𝙚 𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧'𝙨 𝙘𝙧𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜. 𝘚𝘰𝘧𝘵 𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯. 𝘙𝘢𝘸 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯. 𝘚𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵.

College. The years of freedom. The years of careless fun. Not for Reece Jenkins, of course. After seeing his father arrested and mother dying in front of his eyes, Reece is a changed man. College is an experience he has to bear, the ongoing trial in court of his father slowly draining him and his brother, James. He has an outlet for that anger, though - basketball, and Iris. Iris Grace is the daughter of famous ex-basketball player and current lawyer Duncan Campbell. After changing her last name so as to avoid the fame that follows her father and brother everywhere, Iris was hoping for a quiet 4 years in her college, Duke. But Reece knows who she is - the daughter of the lawyer who put his dad in jail and is currently fighting to keep him there. Reece bullies Iris, makes her feel lower than she is. But she has a breaking point. There's another reason behind Reece's efforts to rile Iris up all the time. But shy and smart Iris doesn't know it yet. Will it be love, or will his hate out-shadow everything else....

"I haven't even done anything to you and you're already crying." Xavier murmurs. I can only sob harder in response. "You're going to show everyone aren't you?" He grabs a lock of my hair, almost endearingly and tucks it behind my ear. "If I was going to show everyone, I would have done it already." "Then delete the video." I say, hating how wildly desperate I sound. "I'm begging you please, Xavier." Those last two words hang in the air between us in a way I don't fully understand. Xavier tilts his head slightly and there's a darkness that's filtering through his gaze. It makes my face burn under his scorching stare. ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── When Isa Carrow transfers from Oakbridge Highschool to Cedora Hills Private Highschool, with the help of her rich aunt, she believes that she is granted an opportunity at a fresh start, a way for her to redeem herself and prove that her past does not define her. But when the very secret that she is running from falls into the hands of the one person she'd wanted to stay away from, she will quickly come to understand that what she had viewed as a path to liberty was nothing short of a trap in disguise.