Dark Romance Web Novels & Arrogant Campus Stories

Everyone at the university knows Jarrah Vance as the untouchable captain of the hockey team. Rich, ruthless, and brutally cold, he commands the ice and controls the campus with an iron fist. Nobody dares cross him, and nobody knows the dark realities behind the locked doors of his seaside estate. Until Marlo Cleary stumbles into his sanctuary and finds a velvet box hidden beneath the floorboards. Inside lies a decade’s worth of unmailed letters all written about her. Every letter details moments she believed were completely private: the night her home burned, the shadow that protected her in an alleyway, and the exact moment he swore she would belong to him. When she confronts him, expecting denial or rage, Jarrah doesn't flinch. He calmly steps into her space, locks the door, and hands her a choice: walk away and pretend she never saw his obsession, or step into his violent, high stakes world and discover why the most dangerous man in Melbourne has been waiting for her all along. But as a web of lethal betrayals closes in around them, Marlo realizes the monster stalking her in the dark might be the only thing keeping her alive.

Olivia Grace Harper is a 21-year-old first-year student in college. What if she sees the guys she has been stalking over the years? But what if her crush? She has had one since middle school. He hates her, and she is always there trying to grab his attention. What if one night, he has had enough of her shit and does something he will regret for the rest of his life? "What are you doing here, stalker?" Hayes says with so much hatred and disdain in his voice. She was folding her fingers in her hands. She was so nervous and frightened of him. He sighed, You have to go, or Amelia will see you here." I don't want you to give her the wrong idea." He told her with a demanding order. "But I thought if you saw me like this, you would want to be with me?" She begged him with her eyes. She wanted him to say, Yes, I want you, Olivia, but that is not what happened. Instead, she got the monster. That was when she saw his mouth turn up into a sinister grin. " I can smell your fear, and it's delicious on my tongue." She heard him say with a smirk on his evil face. Then suddenly she felt this pain. That was when she realized he bit her. This crazy man bit her on the neck. This story contains rage, abuse, and sex.

Ryan is a quiet rogue who has spent years hiding his true identity and running from a painful past. At Silvercrest High, he keeps to himself until he meets Betty, a kind werewolf who becomes his first real friend and offers him a chance to join her powerful Moon Shadow Pack. But Alpha Jackson rejects Ryan, believing he is nothing more than a dangerous rogue, unaware that Ryan carries a secret bloodline that could change the entire werewolf world. When a mysterious stranger from Ryan’s past suddenly appears, Ryan is forced to question everything he believed about his family and the night that turned him into a rogue. As his hidden powers begin to awaken and dangerous secrets surface, Ryan discovers that he was never meant to live as an outcast. He was born to be an Alpha, and the people who forced him into hiding are about to learn that they made one terrible mistake.

"Miss Elara, get out of my class." The icy command snapped Elara back to reality. She shot to her feet so fast her chair screeched against the floor, her heart hammering against her ribs. She blinked wildly at the imposing figure commanding the front of the room: Professor Adrian Kingsley. Confusion flared before anger could. Why was she being kicked out? She hadn't said a word! She had been sitting there perfectly quietly... Well, quietly sketching. Her gaze drifted down to the open notebook on her desk. Right in the center of the page was an incredibly detailed, charcoal rendition of the professor himself. She had captured the sharp jawline, the piercing eyes, and, for reasons she couldn't entirely justify…a set of ripped abs that definitely weren't visible beneath his tailored three-piece suit. ‘Oops.’ Heat rushed to her cheeks. Panicking, she leveled a fierce, righteous glare at him, trying to mask her guilt with pure audacity. But the emotionless ice statue didn't even blink. "Bag," he said coolly. "What?" "Take it and leave." Grinding her teeth, Elara aggressively shoved her notebook into her bag, silently vowing that this man would become the ultimate bane of her existence. She stomped down the steps, her posture rigid with fury. But just as she brushed past his podium, his deadly voice brushed against her ears. "And Miss Elara..." She paused, glaring. "If you're going to stare at your professor as though you'd like to strip him with your eyes," Adrian murmured, his gaze never leaving his lesson plans, "at least do it somewhere more discreet.” Elara's face erupted into a brilliant, mortified scarlet. "You—!" Choking on her own outrage and utterly devoid of a comeback, she flashed him a defiant middle finger, and stormed out, letting the heavy door slam behind her.