Erica moved back to Beverly Dale to find out the fat freak she used to bully isn't the freekles boy she used to know. The braces were gone, the shyness was gone, muscles replaced the chubbiness. He is literally a hot piece of cake. The Bryan Andrews that had a serious crush on her years back now checks all the bad boy boxes. Tattoos. Check ✅. Piercings. Check. ✅ . Bluntness. Check. ✅ Dominance ✅ check. Bullying ✅ check. Fuck boy ✅ check.
The dark aura around him scares her a tiny bit, what happens when Bryan makes it his mission to take his revenge on her by making her life miserable.
Bryan Andrews is dark. Ruthless. Cold. And likes to be in control. Taking his revenge on the princess that ruined a major part of his life was the only thing on his bucket list, his upmost priority without backing out.
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This is the Story of Bryan Andrews. Hawk Andrews and Mary Davies son. It can be read as a stand alone. You don't have to read the first book. (Pregnant For The bully) first.
Okay, this is a note for sensitive readers. This book is a steamy romance. it has sexual themes, dark themes and verbal abuse. This book is entirely fiction. Abuse, either sexual, physical or verbal is a very real thing in our world. I do NOT condone any behavior of such, nor do I think it's okay. This is purely fiction once again. Thanks for reading, you can all fasten your seatbelts for a rollercoaster of emotions, love, romance, family, lust and desire. Happy reading!
I believe my absence and the fact I stopped updating for a long period has made me lose my readers, no one is reading again and this is really painful. I've been trying to continue this novel but I have no motivation to do so, I thought I could just wrap it up before the end of this year, but I don't think that is possible again. I am really really sorry, I wish I could have prevented everything I went through, my readers are gone. R A D I S H is shutting down, and my books will be taking down by ending of the year. I will be leaving Goodnovel for now, but I will be trying other a p p s, you can also recommend to me. I don't mind. You can also check out my other book, "My Daughter's Nanny." It is a steamy Mafia romance, and it is completed. Please, if you are seeing this you can send me a message on I n s t a g r A m: _giftywritesI will be posting updates there and you can keep in touch with me, I will always respond to you. I came up with another gritty dark romance and I will lik
I went back to bed, curling myself under the blanket and pulling it up to my chin. Bryan didn’t move. He probably didn’t even notice I had left. His breathing was steady. Peaceful.I hated him for that. I hated him for being okay while I was unraveling, piece by piece.Morning light poured through the curtains hours later, and I couldn’t bring myself to face it. Not yet. But life doesn’t wait for readiness, does it?I finally dragged myself downstairs, hoping the cool air in the kitchen would ease the tension in my head. Mary was there, standing at the stove, her back to me. She looked like the kind of mother everyone wished for. Warm, nurturing, humming to herself like she had no worries.But she did. I knew she did.“Morning,” I whispered.She turned, a soft smile curving her lips. “Hey, sweet girl. Did you sleep well?”I nodded, a lie passing through my throat like a feather caught in a storm.“You’re pale. You feeling okay?”I opened my mouth, but no words came out. What was I sup
The first wave of nausea hit me while I was brushing my teeth.I clutched the edge of the sink, my knuckles whitening as the basin steadied me. The toothpaste foam in my mouth felt like acid. I spat it out quickly, trying to convince myself it was something I ate last night. Maybe the leftover lasagna had gone bad. Maybe it was just a random spell of dizziness.But deep down, I knew better. My body was speaking a language I was only just starting to understand. And that terrified me.I rinsed my mouth, splashed water on my face, and stared at my reflection. There were faint shadows under my eyes. My skin looked pale. My lips were dry. I looked like someone who hadn’t been sleeping well, which was partly true. But there was something else, something I couldn’t quite name, a hollowness spreading in the pit of my stomach. I pressed my hand to it as if I could stop whatever storm was brewing inside.I had barely stepped out of the bathroom when the dizziness returned. I staggered, caught
The moonlight spilled through the half-drawn curtains, casting silver lines across Erica’s bedroom floor. She sat curled up on the edge of her bed, the quiet ticking of the clock behind her growing louder with every passing second.She hadn’t seen Bryan since that strange dinner with Elmer the woman whose presence still lingered like unwanted perfume. He hadn’t knocked on her door. He hadn’t sent her a message. And that silence screamed louder than anything else.Until now.A soft knock echoed.Her heart stopped. “Come in,” she whispered, barely trusting her voice.The door creaked open and Bryan stepped in, his hands buried deep in his hoodie pockets, his expression unreadable.Erica stood. “I wasn’t sure if you were ever going to speak to me again.”He didn’t reply immediately. Instead, he slowly shut the door behind him, locking them into that quiet little universe of theirs, one where past pain and present tension lived in uneasy harmony.“I thought about not coming,” he said. “I
I stared at my reflection in the mirror, watching the girl on the other side of the glass. Her eyes looked hollow. Her skin had lost its usual glow. She looked... scared. No, haunted. Like someone who knew a truth too heavy for her heart to carry.What are you doing, Erica? I asked myself silently.I splashed water on my face, hoping it would wash away the dizziness clinging to me since morning. It didn’t. The nausea still lingered, curling deep in my stomach like a warning I didn’t want to understand.I walked back to my bed and collapsed onto it. My phone buzzed. A message. I grabbed it half-heartedly and glanced at the screen.Tiffany Andrews: Hey, Erica. I’ll be back in Beverly Dale this weekend. Let’s talk when I get in?My heart skipped. Tiffany? We hadn’t talked since I moved in. And now, all of a sudden, she wanted to talk? My fingers hovered over the keyboard, but I didn’t reply. Not yet.Something about the timing unsettled me. Ever since Elmer came into the picture, everyth
I slouched my shoulders as I walked down the hallway of the school, Bryan left the house before. It's not like I am bothered but I just couldn't help the feeling that there was something off about it.I could feel eyes on me as I walked, I immediately turned to the girls bathroom, luckily it was empty. I took a deep breath, trying to relax, suddenly the door opened and slammed shut, I turned around to face Bruno, Malik and Adam, Bryan's friend."What do you guys want?" I whispered as fear washed over me."Who is taking her first?" Malik asked."I'm going first," Bruno replied as he began to unzip his trouser.My eyes widened as I realized what was about to open, I began to look around for an object I could use to defend myself but I couldn't find anything."Don't come any closer!" I yelled at Adam.I couldn't fight the three of them, three against one isn't a good idea."Get the camera ready," Bruno commanded, strong arms grabbed me and began to pull at my clothes, I get hit for as m