Dark Bully Romance Novels & Stories

She would really rather he be full. Memories of the kitchen at Malcolm's house came flooding back. Erling trying to keep her out of the refrigerator. Erling and Tommy warming up their "protein drinks' ' in the microwave. The harem girls drink red stuff from their wine glasses. Good God, it had been in front of her the whole time. The wolf's fang. The coffins in the basement. Malcolm is sleeping like the dead in her bedroom. He really had been dead. Was still dead, even though he walked and talked. And kissed like a… a devil.

The curly blonde-haired girl, on the other hand, was just confused as she sized me up with her eyes. My eyes were locked on the handsome Alpha prince, so sexy and domineering with his Alpha aura filling the air. He had that bad boy enticing appearance that most ladies would love and his dreamy hazel eyes cute, but right there, I knew he wasn't for me. His eyes were brimming with disgust and anger as they gawked at me even with my mate scent.

**Trigger Warning - This book contains theme's some people find disturbing. It is a dark story - it contains mention of rape and dub-con. If you don't like stories with dubious consent do not read - (It is called BLACKMAILED by the BULLY people... this is the title and THEME of the book) Much love and thanks for reading x** Alice stood on the corner on Monroe Avenue, staring at the house four doors down. Outwardly, there was nothing terrifying about the property—a three-bed red brick terrace similar to others in the row, and not dissimilar to her own.

"Like you haven’t pulled me into hell already? You dragged me through the mud and made me look like a fool to the devil." "You don’t even need to go to hell," Dario countered, leaning down until we were eye to level. "Because the devil is sitting right in front of you, and you’re too blind to see it." "And I presume you’re the devil?" "No, Gianna." He held my gaze, his voice dropping into a harsh whisper. "Roman is."

If you cannot handle such details, please do not read further. Also, this is the sequel to Mated to my Bully Alpha, so in case you want to, or feel lost in some cases as to who certain characters are, please read the first book in the series. It would make my day. And please do leave a review. I love hearing all your feedbacks. * Alex’s P.O.V “You sure you’ll be alright on your own?” Derek Roland, my friend and sparring partner, asked as he tipped back his last glass of bourbon and got off the bar stool.

“She smiles more now.” Tommy grinned slowly. “Maybe somebody should stop bullying her then.” I rolled my eyes. “I don’t bully her.” All three of them stared at me silently. Then Tyler burst out laughing. “BRO.” I grabbed a pillow and threw it directly at his face. But even while they laughed— One thought stayed stuck in my head. Hannah Foster was changing. Slowly. Quietly. And somehow… I had a feeling our story was only beginning.

Okay, the thing is, Asher promised to let me know when to go get my stuff from my house as soon as he catches sight of my bully stepbrother. When I arrive at work, it’s early for everyone who works there, so I roam around the building until Julie arrives. She blabbers about how great her holiday went, and it awakens what I thought was healing. Pain. I remember everything as clear as day. I remember getting on my knees and letting him use my mouth ruthlessly for his pleasure. I hate him. Well, Julie, who is quite a character, later manages to change the subject and brings in some funny stories about her first week working there.

Because milkshakes are my favorites too. But that’s a far-fetched dream, a far-fetched dream that would come true in another realm. Because the bad boy doesn’t have a heart. The bully is heartless. Because my bully is an ice prince with a heart made of ice. A psycho who wants to see me bleed and die.

Cara’s eyes were wide open and her heart was trying to breakout of her chest and run for its life, just at a single glance of their big masculine bodies, which were capable to snap her in two with their bare hands, if they wanted to. By the looks of their clothes which was dark denim jeans and white or black t-shirt with leather jacket and aura around them, they looked like bad boys. The bad boys you see in movies or read about them in novels, who like beating people around them for no reason. And just a mere thought sent a cold shiver down her spine. She looked around to see if someone will come forward to help Aria but no one was even daring to look in the direction. Her eyes again fell on

No no no no. "No" "You don't like him?" "We fight way too much. I hate him, actually" "You're blushing" I feel the heat on my face, which only makes it worse. "I'm flustered. If he's my mate, I might as well not have one" i huff, crossing my arms. "Don't be dramatic" she ruffles my hair, but I'm not. He's bullied me, called me names, hit me, for years. If he was my mate it'd be hopeless. We can never be anything.