Possessive Bully Romance Novels Novels & Stories

Hello everyone. you have come to the end of book 1 of the Riverview bully series. Thank you for giving my book the chance, and I hope you still give me the chance to continue sharing what I love doing with you all. ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ RETRIBUTION (COMING SOON) REVENGE IS JUSTICE ATHENA

He was looking at Savannah with a mixture of lust and confidence. She was too far away to hear what they were saying, but she could easily guess that it was laced with flirtation. The confirmation came when Savannah leaned into the car, placing her lips over those of the meathead jock. They lingered there, giving anyone walking by a clear image of their tongues colliding into the other. Mia curled her lip and looked away. Great. Her new sister was dating her bully.

She clutched her chest in pain and fought against the tears that threatened to spill from her eyes. Why is this happening to me? This stabbing sensation. Her wolf was in torture. She could hear it howling painfully within her, wishing to reach out and rip that woman from her mate. She barely understood to the purpose of this new found possessiveness. She did not love him did she? She barely knows him! So why does it hurt so much to see him in her embrace, eyes lost in the beauty of her flawless glow. And she shall be forced to watch this torture all the time henceforth. My spirit would be broken to a thousand pieces from it. Her own best friend in the embrace of her fated mate.

Nora Leading Callum through the other tables in the The Velvet Accord, I allow myself to feel triumphant. Powerful. I purposely take my time going through the room and passing by tables, showing off my choice for a man. I hope everyone here is green with envy. Callum seems to feel the way Ido. There’s a delicious arrogance about him. A haughtiness in his chin and mouth I can’t wait to subdue. Dominate. Control. As Callum and I leave the confines of the Club, after taking a tour through the last few tables, my phone buzzes. I don’t bother to look at it. I know it’s the Uber ride I've booked for my lucky man and me.

Wrong (Bad Boy Billionaires #3) *BLURB* Henry Cavendish was my ideal man. He's a compassionate lover and definitely husband material. Almost everything about him was right. However, Adam Cavendish was stirring up my hormones. He's an ultimate womanizer, an expert kisser, and heck, he was my boss! So everything about him was wrong. I was suddenly torn between two hot lovers. There shouldn’t be a choice. Sharing is a great sin, but I wanted them both.

"Alright, fine! Brandon, I'm sorry. Now, would you please give me back my bra?" He grins down at me, clearly enjoying this far more than he should. But instead of handing it over as I had hoped, he dangles it just out of my reach again. "Jump for it," he teases with a wicked smile. "No way!" He shrugs nonchalantly and tosses the bra onto the ceiling fan before smirking at me. With a click from the remote in his hand, the fan whirs to life, and my bra spins around the room—this is what I get for dating a bully!

“I am yours,” she said softly. “I promise. No more gifts from anyone. I am sure you will make it worth my while.” Oliver’s entire body visibly relaxed at her complete surrender, the possessive tension melting into pure adoration. A slow, predatory smile spread across his face as he processed the weight of her promise. “Good girl,” he praised thickly, his voice dripping with satisfaction. “You have no idea how long I have wanted to hear you say that.” His hands moved from her back to slide up alone her ribcage until they cupped both breasts firmly through the red laced bra. Thumbs circled her nipples slowly while his lips returned to assault hers hungrily. “You will never regret choosing me,”

He didn't say whether we'd ever come back, and I didn't ask. The drive to the city was quiet. Not the heavy silence from before—not the kind filled with secrets and suspicion. A different kind. The kind two people share when they've seen each other at their worst and decided to stay anyway. Lucien pulled up outside my penthouse. Except it wasn't my penthouse anymore, was it? Black Acquisitions owned everything. Including the air I was breathing. "The building is still yours," Lucien said, like he'd read my mind. "I never took ownership. I just told Vance to say I did."

Their bond was a testament to the strength of their kind—passionate, intense, and unyielding. Jacob, on the other hand, had taken a different path. His dark hair and brooding demeanor often led others to underestimate him. But beneath that exterior lay a heart filled with loyalty and courage. It was during one of his solitary excursions into the woods that he encountered Lyra, a fierce and independent werewolf. Their worlds collided in a whirlwind of emotions, igniting a spark that neither had anticipated. The bond between a vampire and a werewolf was a rarity, fraught with challenges, yet their connection was undeniable. Jacob found himself torn between the expectations of his lineage and t

She just picked a fight with the wrongest Alpha. “Don’t you dare me, Yumi. I promise you…you will be mine. Mine and mine alone,” I growl deeply, enunciating each possessive word firmly. The woman in person merely looks at me with a pitiful smile glowing on her face. “You’ve lost it”. - -