Emo Bedroom Novels & Stories

To earn a place in the Nostra family, I forge a new identity. The night my lie unravels, Don Nostra looks at me as if I'm dirt at the bottom of his shoe. I press a razor blade to my wrist. "Kick me out of the family, and I'll die right here." "Fine. Since you want to be my wife that badly, I'll give you what you want," Lorenzo Nostra snickered. After that, he brings home woman after woman. He forces me to kneel outside his bedroom door, saying, "Watch and learn. This is how you please your Don." The stinging pain in my knees is nothing compared to the chill in my heart. When he is done, he towers above me. "All this for a title," he says with a sneer. "You really put up with anything." Enduring him becomes the only way I can survive this world. Then, one day, he walks in with a civilian girl named Maria Romano. "Go. Bring her the heirloom Madre left behind," he commanded. This time, I refuse. I turn and walk away, never once looking back. When Lorenzo uncovers the truth, he loses his mind and begs me to come back.

“You’re mine now, stepbrother. No one else gets to touch you like this.” Lucas Reed’s low growl still echoes in my ears. The arrogant basketball star and my new stepbrother pinned me against our bedroom wall and ruined me in ways I can’t forget. His hands, his mouth, the way he claimed every inch of my body while our parents were away… it was filthy, addictive, and so damn wrong. Now our parents are back, expecting the perfect blended family. But Lucas is obsessed. Jealous. Possessive. He sneaks into my bed at night and reminds me exactly who I belong to. And just when I thought things couldn’t get more dangerous, my obsessive ex Julian transfers to our school. He knows my secrets. He wants me back. And he’ll do anything to tear us apart. Every stolen kiss is riskier. Every secret fuck is hotter. One moan too loud could destroy our family forever. He’s my stepbrother. My biggest sin. And I’m falling helplessly for his forbidden touch. How long can we hide our dirty little secret before it burns everything down?

"See how pretty you are when ur not talking" He said as he thrusted himself into my mouth. Three months before her wedding, Dianne Carter walks into her bedroom… and finds her fiancé in bed with another woman. In one moment, her perfect life shatters. With nowhere to run and nothing left to hold onto, she never expects salvation to come from the last man she would ever trust—her cold, ruthless billionaire boss, Alexander Blackwood. He doesn’t believe in love. He believes in control. And he needs a wife. Bound by a six-month contract marriage to secure custody of his young daughter, Dianne is thrown into a world of power, wealth, and danger—where nothing is as simple as it seems. But living with Alexander is a risk she never prepared for. The way he protects her. The way he watches her. The way his control begins to slip whenever she’s close… This was never supposed to become real. Just as their fake marriage starts to feel dangerously genuine, Dianne’s past comes back with a vengeance—and this time, it’s not just her heart at risk. Because in a world of ruthless enemies and hidden betrayals, loving Alexander Blackwood might cost her everything… …and he may be forced to choose who lives and who dies.

I fought with my husband, Alessio, the Don of the Moretti family, over the mistress who'd given him twin sons. The next day, he stormed into my bedroom and put a gun to my head. "Did you take my sons?! You vicious bitch!" While I was still in shock, he ordered his men to lock my eight-year-old daughter, Lucia, in the icehouse for three whole days of "training." He gave me an ultimatum: Lucia would stay there until I brought him his sons. Lucia froze to death in that icehouse. I returned with her death certificate in my hand, my heart a hollow stone in my chest, only to find him moving his mistress and their sons into the home we once shared. He was cheerful, dismissing the whole thing as a misunderstanding. He even had the audacity to tell me to go get Lucia to meet her "new little brothers." I just stared, tears tracking paths down my face, the life inside me extinguished. It wasn't until that thin piece of paper—the death certificate—fluttered to the floor that the color drained from Alessio's face. He finally realized Lucia was gone. Killed by his own blind, cruel pride.

The student I once sponsored, Lillian Pegg, jacked my identity, slapped on the "rich heiress" title, and started tossing out houses and cars like she was some fairy godmother for "underprivileged" students. Her big mission? Making sure everyone had a roof over their head. My in-laws? Wrapped around her finger. They swore up and down she'd saved their lives. Even Liam—my son with my late husband—acted like she was the only mom he'd ever had. Meanwhile, I was puking blood from ulcers, and everyone treated it like a bad improv act. Liam bought every word out of her mouth. Thought she and my husband were some kind of twin-flame couple and labeled me the evil baby snatcher. Fast-forward: I got locked in a bedroom and left to bleed out. Then I woke up. It was the exact day Lillian was playing Santa Claus. The crowd around her practically worshipped her. "You're the kindest boss in the world! You care about our food, clothes, housing, everything. We'll support you and your company forever!" Yeah, not on my watch. I shut down all her privileges right then and there. This time? Lillian and that backstabbing son of mine were gonna eat regret for the rest of their lives.

I'm famous in the rich wives' society for having an ostrich-like personality—cowardly and often loves escaping from reality. In my three-year marriage, I've personally conducted cosmetic surgeries on 99 substitutes of Callum Holden's first love, Alice Teller. Veronica Dane, the 99th substitute, stares at her reflection in the mirror in delight. There's a trace of mockery in her eyes at the same time. "Mrs. Holden, I heard that you've been alone throughout your marriage. What a shame… To think that the nation's best plastic surgeon can't work on altering her own face. "In order to thank you for your efforts, I'll give you a glimpse of Callum's bedroom performance when the time comes. How about that?" I tune out Veronica's mocking words. After all, I've gone through similar situations 98 times in the past, and I have fought back before. But all Callum said to me was, "You owe me this much, Talia. You can never finish atoning for your sins, even if it takes you your entire life!" The thing is, he has forgotten that I've given him 99 substitutes, just as I had promised. Now, I will never go looking for the love that is never mine, to begin with.

Julian’s life is already a nightmare. He was just brutally dumped by his wealthy, arrogant boyfriend, Chase Sterling. To make matters worse, Julian’s twin sister runs away on the morning of her arranged marriage to Chase’s terrifying, billionaire father—the ruthless patriarch of the city's top law firm, Victor Sterling. Knowing Victor will destroy their family if the bride doesn't show up, Julian makes a desperate, suicidal decision. With his slender build and identical face, Julian puts on the wedding dress, the heavy veil, and walks down the aisle to marry his ex-boyfriend's father. Julian thinks he just has to survive the wedding night and find a way to annul the marriage later. But he severely underestimates the man he just married. When the bedroom door locks, Victor doesn't even bother lifting the veil. Instead, he unbuckles his belt and whispers, "Did you really think a piece of lace could hide you from me, Julian?" Victor knew it was Julian the entire time. In fact, Victor secretly orchestrated the sister's disappearance just to force Julian into his bed. Now, Julian is trapped in a strict, BDSM-laced contract marriage where his terrifying new husband will train him to be a lethal lawyer by day, and a perfectly disciplined boy by night.

On the train back home, I found a scathing post online. [My sister-in-law is pushing thirty but isn’t married yet. She comes home all the time. Would you be bothered by it?] The comments were numerous and ran the gamut of opinions. The post got wildly popular, and there was an argument between the poster and commenters. [It’s bad enough that she won’t get married. She wants to stay with us when she’s home. Shouldn’t she feel ashamed? I’m at the end of my rope. She even drank all my lemonade last time she was here. I really hate her. [She has no boundaries. I’ve been wanting to teach her a lesson for ages. I turned her bedroom into my walk-in closet. Let’s see if she can still stay here.] When I got to this point, I closed the post. It was lucky that I bought the house where my parents and brother live. Because of that, I would not be at risk of losing my own room. But when I got out of the train station, I received a text from my mother. [Sweetie, I booked you a hotel room. You don’t have to come home and stay this time.]

Here’s a synopsis of my story; *Synopsis:* Elena wakes up gasping in her Vance Hotel bedroom, believing she just survived a fatal fall from a 40-story building after her fiancé, Julian, and half-sister, Chloe, shoved her off a balcony. She quickly realizes it was a nightmare, but the relief is shattered when she’s hit with excruciating abdominal pain. Elena miscarries her baby on the bathroom floor, losing the child she saw as her only hope and proof of love for Julian. Grief-stricken and bleeding, she contemplates suicide, seeing no reason to live without her baby. Her moment of despair is interrupted by Julian, who enters the room irritated and demanding she get ready for a gala. Unaware of the blood at first, he later sees her state and learns she lost the baby. Instead of comfort, he responds coldly, saying it’s “for the best” because the child would have complicated his trustee meeting. The story ends with Elena devastated, realizing Julian is the same man who pushed her in her nightmare — cruel, wealthy, and utterly without empathy. Her fragile love and hope are destroyed, leaving her alone in her grief. *Core themes*: Betrayal, trauma, miscarriage grief, and the shattering of trust right after surviving what felt like death.

Why choose just one when she can have them all? Cassius is strong and bold... Jate is passionate and loyal... Reeve is mysterious and brave... And then there’s Eliason, whom she’s loved for as long as she can remember. How can Kit possibly select just one? Princess Katrinetta will be queen of Yewforia one day. At the age of 21, she will embark upon her Choosing, a time when Representatives from every realm will travel to Castle Wrenbrook to prove to the princess they are worthy of her love. But as Kit gets to know the men, she realizes it will be impossible for her to only choose one of them to rule Yewforia with her. Katrinetta's mother, Queen Rona, is anything but kind. It seems she wants to control the princess, including who she keeps and who she sends home. However, the further into her Choosing Katrinetta proceeds, the more obvious it becomes it isn't just her Choosing the queen wishes to control. Along with the men she's grown to love, Katrinetta devises a plan that will not only let her keep all of the men she's chosen but gain the throne as well. Will she successfully take the crown and claim all seven of the men she wishes to be with? This is a reverse harem romance full of steamy bedroom scenes and for mature audiences only.