In a cramped college dorm room where secrets echo louder than music and tension lives in every shared glance, two roommates find themselves caught in a spiral of lust, loathing, and everything in between. Lexi Blake never meant to fall for anyone especially not the stuck-up, rule-obsessed girl she got randomly assigned to live with. Nyla Knox is focused, disciplined, and completely uninterested in chaos. At least that is what she tells herself. But when late-night fights turn into breathless standoffs and insults blur into something hungrier, the line between enemies and something more starts to disappear. They are toxic. They are wrong. And yet they cannot stop. As school pressures rise, friendships fracture, and boundaries shatter, Lexi and Nyla are forced to confront what is really growing between them because this is not just a hookup.

"Treat my wound" he said, laying down on the cold floor of the maid's room in his mansion. "B...but it's too deep. I can't... you need to go to the hospital, sir" the maid replied, her lips trembling, tears pooling in her eyes. "Do it" he said calmly, no trace of pain on his face as he turned his back toward her, his skin carved with wounds. With shaking hands, she stepped closer, the first-aid kit clutched tightly. Tears slid down her cheeks as she began treating him. He lay there on the floor, careless of dignity, of blood, of the world, his eyes fixed on her. And in them lived something forbidden... something powerful enough to destroy everything. He asked her to treat his wounds. But what he truly wanted... was for her to heal him. And she...she was forbidden to even think of him. Forget healing him. What will happen when a sinister mafia becomes obsessed with his maid? Will a soft, pure-hearted girl fall in love with the man the world fears to even look at? Read the story to find out what destiny has planned for them.

❝I hurt people; especially pretty girls like you ❞ In which an innocent but broken girl foxtrots with insanity. And the music only stops when a demented man says so. ➳ Criminal psychology student Tahlia Meyers finds her world in disarray after being assigned to observe an infamous serial killer, who in turn, takes an uncanny interest in the girl. [ © Cluelessdaddy 2017] •Featured in Mystery• •#2 in Mystery-Thriller•

𝜗ৎ 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐂𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 #𝟏 𝜗ৎ Honee never wanted attention. As a quiet and sweet first-year Education student, she kept her head down, focused on her studies, and lived a simple life with her single mom. But her world shifts when she catches the eye of Lucas, a dangerously handsome and wealthy second-year Business Administration student with a cold, intimidating aura. Lucas is the type of guy who always gets what he wants and now, he wants Honee. Drawn to her innocence, his obsession quickly grows into something uncontrollable... (REMINDER: This story is written in English because I'm not used to writing in Taglish. Thank you.) -ediyoursna

Upon turning eighteen, Mallory Carter is thrust into an arranged marriage with a man she passionately despises. After enduring months of emotional abuse, she decides to run away in pursuit of a fresh start. But fate takes an abrupt turn a couple years later when she captures the eyes of Hunter Sionis, an affluent businessman who develops a sinister obsession with her. Forcing their proximity, Hunter hires her as a live-in a nanny when she finds herself in a financial struggle, leading to a professional relationship that becomes something deeper. Little did Mallory know of the demons that hid behind Hunter's ocean eyes or his twisted game that she unknowingly became a part of until it's too late. She belonged to him, only him. She was Hunter's Prey. ─────────────────────────────── I fail to suppress the whimper that manages to escape my lips. "So scared," he whispers. "Yet so fucking wet." "I...I'm not wet..." He leans in, the tip of his nose trailing along the side of my face as his grip around my throat tightens and he lifts me off the mattress by my neck. He slides his free hand into my panties, depositing two fingers into my core. The coolness of his rings prompts a loud moan from me before he pulls them out. "Liar," he growls, glossing the seams of my lips with my own arousal. "Now, open your mouth, bambi." ⚠ TW: This book is a dark romance containing mature themes such as graphic violence, murder, mentions of abuse & self-harm, strong language, age-gap relationship and explicit sexual themes. Reader discretion is advised. Copyright ©2024. Jourdon Patron. All Rights Reserved

Trucker dark romance This is a psychological horror romance. This book is DARK. There is smut and graphic murder in here. Don't read if you are not into horror.

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.

She was hired to clean his home, not unravel his heart.Dante lives in a world of violence, power, and control. Amore doesn't belong there-but neither does her softness.Still, something about her quiet defiance draws him in.Secrets fester, danger looms, and love becomes the riskiest game. As enemies close in, desire turns dead. ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• His teeth graze my jawline as he growls low in his throat. "Beg prettier." "Please, Dante... I need it. I want you to make me cum...please." My voice cracks, desperate now. Finally, he chuckles, a dark, dangerous sound that sends heat pooling low in my belly. "Good girl." Without warning, he lets my legs drop from around his waist. I barely have time to catch my breath before his hands grip my thighs, spreading them wide as he drops to his knees in front of me. "Keep those pretty legs open." He commands, his tone leaving no room for argument. Then his mouth is on me. I gasp, my hands flying to his hair as his tongue flicks over my clit, sending shockwaves through my body. He groans against me, the vibrations making my knees threaten to buckle. "Oh-fuck... yes." I moan, my hips rocking instinctively. His hands grip my thighs tighter, keeping me pinned against the wall as he devours me like a man starved. His tongue moves with devastating precision, switching between slow, teasing licks and fast, relentless strokes that make my head spin. "Such a mess already." He growls against me. "You taste so fucking good." My fingers tug at his hair, my body trembling as I feel the orgasm building fast and hard. "Dante, I'm gonna-" "Not yet." he said, pulling back just enough to blow cool air on my throbbing clit. "I'll tell you when you're allowed." "Please, I'm so close..." I whimper, hips rolling. "You'll wait." His tongue dives back in, and this time, he doesn't hold back. The pace is brutal, unrelenting.

Preview: 'Stand up'. Without angering him more i stood up with a hand caressing on my cheek which has his fingers impression. 'Hands down' within a second i took my hands off my face. Tears pooled my eyes but i know better not to cry. Another hard slap, i fell to the ground tears flowed down. 'stand up' and again stood to his words. He grabbed my neck and.... A/N English is not my first language so there may be many grammatical errors. This story contains violence, abuse, bully, dark romance etc. This is purely fictional. For entertainment purposes only. I don't own any pictures its only for the references and imagination purposes. ⚠️ I do not support any of these vulgar practices # 1 in abusive content out of 13.5k stories 12.06.2024

Warning! This series is full with Explicit Sex scenes. Everyone wants Elliot: tall, gorgeous, still a virgin because no girl has ever been enough. Then he sees Raven, short black hair, silver lip ring, curves poured into black lace, the goth girl they call freak. One spilled tray of ink. One moment he kneels to help her. And the campus golden boy is ruined. He stalks her. She ignores him. Once he gets her, he breeds her, brands her, owns her. And Raven is about to learn what happens when the untouchable prince decides the only throne he wants is between her thighs. Because some stains don't wash off. They just get deeper.