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Claimed By The Hyde
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Ongoing, First published Sep 03
Mature
6 new parts
I hated Tyler Galpin.

The smirk, the cocky attitude, the way he always acted like he knew me better than I knew myself. He was the boy every girl in Jericho wanted... and the one I wanted to strangle.

But Tyler didn't just notice me-he watched me. He pushed and teased and cornered me until I couldn't breathe without thinking of him. And no matter how many times I told myself I hated him, my body betrayed me every single time.

Because the truth is, Tyler never hated me. He wanted me-always had. And he wasn't going to stop until I was his. In every way.

Enemies. Rivals. Obsession.

~~~

"You're obsessed with me."

"Maybe I am. What are you going to do, sweetheart?"

"I hate you."

"Funny... your body doesn't seem to agree"

~~~

SHORT STORY

Enemies to lovers
Obsession, jealousy, tension
Slow-burn to explosive smut 

~~~

Highest Rankings:
#4 - Hyde - 14/11/2025
#10 - Monster - 14/11/2025
#3 - MonsterLove - 14/11/2025
#16 - Tyler Galpin - 14/11/2025
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