นิยายเว็บแนว First-Person POV Romance และเรื่องราว Possessive ในฉาก Campus

He placed one hand on the bed beside me, his gaze lingering on my face. “Do you know how to play?” I frowned. “Play what?” His lips curved into a slow smile. “Make them jealous too.” “Do you know how to fake a moan?” My heart started skipping. Lilian Williams has spent years trying to become someone worth loving. Behind her family's wealth and perfect surname is a girl who hates looking in the mirror, hides the scars on her face, and keeps giving everything she has to a boyfriend who makes her feel like she's never enough. Then Michael humiliates her in front of everyone. Desperate to save face, Lilian makes one reckless claim. Alex —the university's hockey captain and Michael's cousin—is chasing her. He isn't. But instead of exposing her lie, Alex agrees to play along. One week. One fake relationship. One chance to make Michael regret humiliating her. For Lilian, pretending to be Alex's girlfriend should be easy. Except Alex has his own problems. Between the pressure of being hockey captain, his rivalry with the Westbrook Ravens, and the expectations placed on him by the people who control his future, he has no time for a fake relationship. Yet somehow, Lilian becomes the one distraction he doesn't want to escape. As their staged romance pulls them deeper into university drama, hockey rivalries, and Fiona's growing interest in Alex, the line between pretending and falling becomes dangerously thin. Lilian only wanted to prove she could be wanted. Alex never expected to want her for real.

I don’t do soft touches or polite requests. I do the kind of nights that start with your panties shoved in my pocket and end with you shaking, dripping, and begging me not to stop even when you can’t take another orgasm. The scholarship student who gets caught with a vibrator still buzzing in an empty lecture hall. The bodyguard assigned to protect the mafia princess who starts using her instead. The stepbrother who finally stops pretending the shared house is big enough for both of them. The surgeon who blackmails his favourite nurse into becoming his private after-hours addiction. The young secretary who learns that working late for her powerful female boss means far more than taking notes. You can stop reading whenever you want. We both know you won’t. Some secrets refuse to stay buried once the hallway goes quiet. They wait for the next time no one is watching. Welcome to Midnight Transactions. Don’t expect clean sheets by morning.

HIS TO TORMENT SELENA: Var Robert. Mean. A cocky, gorgeous bully. A broad-daylight playboy and my obnoxious foster brother. I hate him. Ever felt the urge to scream at someone until your throat burns? The urge to wipe that smug smirk off his gorgeous, sinful, and endlessly annoying face? Unfortunately, my foster brother has the face of a god. The heartthrob of NYU. He's downright sinful. Muscles for days, tattoo ink swirling up and down both arms and across his chest. Dark hair, piercing eyes, and that infuriatingly cocky grin that does things to a girl. But me? I'm different. Meek. Quiet. Always hiding behind my glasses, my wavy curls, and the pimples I can't get rid of. That's me. Invisible. Heard of His to Bully? That was my label. But now? He doesn't just want to break me. He wants to own me. They call me his to torment — and his alone. But here's the thing about being invisible: people forget you're watching. And I've been watching Var for six months. Every cruel joke. Every public humiliation. Every time he made me feel like nothing. I've been planning my revenge. But I never planned on him noticing me. And I never planned on him kissing me like I was his last breath. Now I'm caught between wanting to destroy him and craving his touch. And the worst part? He knows it. WARNING: This story contains mature themes, dark content, and morally gray characters. Read at your own risk. DEDICATION: To the depraved freaks with naughty minds — you know who you are.

My ex humiliated me on live arena TV when he dropped to one knee for another woman. An hour later, I accidentally wrecked a luxury car belonging to Karius, Elijah, and Chase—the three most ruthless, possessive hockey captains on campus. I couldn't pay. So they offered a deal: Six months. Live-in personal assistant. Total surrender. They thought they bought a broken girl hiding under oversized hoodies. They didn't realize I'm the secret sports genius holding the keys to their entire season. Now my ex wants me back. The media wants my scandal. And three dominant athletes just backed me against the wall with a final warning: "You're not paying off a debt anymore, sweetheart. You're never leaving this bed."

“Look at how well you’re taking my dick, such a good girl”, I moan even louder as he leans forward to lick my tears off my face. “Did my son fuck you this good?” I shake my head and he slaps my boobs. “Use your words princess” I cry out, “nooo!! Fuck” and my boyfriend’s, well ex boyfriend’s dad smiles down at me and my heart skips a beat. “Good girl.” Oh God, there’s really no backing out now. Della never gave her name to the stranger she spent one reckless night with in college. She didn't need to. She slipped out before he woke, certain she'd never see him again. Two years later, she's dating his son. By the time she realizes the truth, she's already spending the summer under his roof, caught in a slow, dangerous pull neither of them can explain, until a single moment at a pool party changes everything: he remembers exactly who she is, in the same breath he discovers his own son has been cheating on her the whole time. What follows is a collision neither of them can walk back from. A father and son at war over the same woman. A confession that isn't gentle. A scandal that threatens to end a career. And a truth Della can't outrun twice. Steamy. Forbidden. Impossible to look away from.