Dark Romance Web Novels & Arrogant Campus Stories

Nadia has been secretly in love with Zane Meadows for years but he has no idea. She has kept her feelings to herself, convincing herself that being his friend and roommate is better than risking their relationship by telling him the truth until she comes home one day and hears him with another woman. Before Nadia can even process the heartbreak, Zane tells her she needs to move out of their apartment because his new lover is staying with him. With nowhere to go, Nadia turns to the school group to search for a place to stay and she never expects the answer to come from the last person she wants anything to do with—Damian Blackwood, captain of the Boston Blades. Billionaire heir. Hockey superstar. And the arrogant man who once broke Zane's nose during a game and Nadia has hated him ever since. So when Damian approaches her and offers to help, she has every reason to be suspicious, especially when his solution isn't simply giving her a place to stay, he wants her to pretend to be his girlfriend. It's supposed to be a simple arrangement, a fake relationship with no feelings and no complications. But pretending to be Damian Blackwood's girlfriend means getting closer to the man Nadia once couldn't stand and the more time she spends with him, the harder it becomes to tell where the pretending ends and the real feelings begin. Because the one man Nadia never expected to fall for might be the only man capable of making her forget the one she spent years secretly loving.

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.

I thought the worst thing I could discover was my girlfriend cheating. I was wrong. The man I caught her with was her stepbrother, Enzo, the hockey captain who had been teasing me for months. After I dumped her, my father forced me to train under Enzo for two months. Now we're living under the same roof. He knows exactly what he wants. Me. He sees through my desires. And the more I fight him, the harder it becomes to deny that I might want him too.

There’s a dead boy behind Kron house, and Sol Hallowell’s prints are all over him. The broke warlock knows exactly who to blame. Lazarus Kron is a born vampire, filthy rich, and an ice-cold asshole to anyone outside his tiny circle. The Krons destroyed Sol’s mother, and now Sol’s sure their golden boy is covering up a murder. He says it to Laz’s face, every chance he gets. Nobody talks to Laz like that. Nobody’s immune to him either. One look and people do what he says, but on Sol it slides right off. Laz has his own reasons for wanting Sol gone. His brother’s slipping away, and every trail Laz follows to save him ends at Sol’s bar. Sol’s magic misfires when he wants someone, and it blows every light in the room whenever Laz gets close enough to bite. Laz noticed. He’s never letting Sol forget it. Enemies to lovers. Vampire x warlock. Rich boy, broke boy. A campus murder, a hunger Laz can’t afford, touch-him-and-die, and one hell of a grovel.

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.

Avery Quinn believed she was dating the love of her life. On the day her boyfriend is signed to the NHL, she discovers their entire relationship was nothing more than a Truth or Dare bet—and the girl he truly loves is her own best friend. Humiliated and heartbroken, Avery blurts out a lie at a party, claiming she's dating the captain of the very NHL team her ex just joined. To her shock, the captain steps out from behind her... and plays along. The next morning, they're the hottest couple on the internet. What starts as a fake relationship to escape humiliation slowly turns into something neither of them expected.

"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.