Possessive Bully Romance Novels Novels & Stories

She didn't want to talk to him for fear of what her heart might do. Ian was the only boy in the whole school that Amanda seemed to have the slightest affection for and that was before Parker came along but not anymore because he had bullied her to no end. He was funny, down to eart but was as spoilt as anything. Even though their school could only be attended by the rich, Ian seemed to have this proudness within him that she hadn't seen in no one else.

FICTION COME TRUE BOOK 2 Intro; Alessia Bellandi is a best seller dark romance author who has built her success writing about men who consume women whole. She writes about obsessive, dominant alpha males who are not just dangerous but attentive. Our reclusive writer lives a quiet life and she’s a socially awkward girl who lives in a quiet apartment that smells faintly of paper, ink, and the vanilla candles she forgets to blow out properly when writing. She writes about book men like a woman full and wild with experience which is quite the opposite of this dear author for she has never actually experienced life quite yet!

(Pregnant For The bully) first. Okay, this is a note for sensitive readers. This book is a steamy romance. it has sexual themes, dark themes and verbal abuse. This book is entirely fiction. Abuse, either sexual, physical or verbal is a very real thing in our world. I do NOT condone any behavior of such, nor do I think it's okay. This is purely fiction once again. Thanks for reading, you can all fasten your seatbelts for a rollercoaster of emotions, love, romance, family, lust and desire. Happy reading!

I simply stated. “And what if I know almost everything about you that I will surprise you too ?” he challenged and I immediately took the bait. “Surprise me then,” I quipped overconfident that he couldn’t know anything. “Skipping the ordinary details of your favourite colour being red although you prefer to hide yourself behind black clothes, you love hotdogs and nothing else fancy; you are a bike freak and love to read hopelessly romantic and sappy novels secretly although you pretend to be stone hearted and indulge in useless one night stands. You bully the weak but donate your everything to the nearby Cancer hospital for kids, you have had your share of flings with your friends but still

“It’s not just sex anymore, baby. You’ve fucked with my head. I can’t stop thinking about you. I see you with that smug little smirk, walking around like you’re in control, and all I can think about is putting my collar around your neck and showing you who you really belong to.” Her breath hitches. Eyes wide. Lips parted. “You want to play with fire, sweetheart?” I ask, tilting her chin up. “Then know this, I don’t play fair. I don’t just fuck. I claim.” “You already have,” she whispers. And fuck me, that undoes something deep. I kiss her. It’s not gentle. It’s filthy and possessive and full of the war I’m losing every damn day she’s in this house. She moans into my mouth, claws at my shirt,

She stormed past him and out of the library. Sienna splashed water on her face. She had never imagined in her wildest dream that one day she would be doing it in the library and that too with her bully. He had come so hard on her that she could still feel him inside her. His possessiveness had started to frighten her now. Alphas are known for being super possessive of their mate but he was on another level.

A cold voice filtered into the room, freezing the guards in place and stealing the air from me in the process. I was fucked. Royally fucked and yes, remember what I said about my luck being bad? Scratch that, It was none existent. I had no luck to begin with. Three times I had run into Dante and all three times I was in very compromising situations. Every hope I had of staying off his radar or at least convincing him I wasn’t so much trouble was shit. “She’s wrong, Anna started it. Everyone saw her, she’s been bullying Bella for a while now.”

"Because I was bullied too, and I had no one to defend me. I didn't have many friends either. And I have a chance to make him feel like he has some friends." I sigh, give a step closer to her, and cradle her face in my hands. "I have nothing against him, but I am protective of you. And gods be damned I am very possessive and territorial. You belong to me." I am not going to sugarcoat it. She is mine. She smiles at me and nods. "I was yours always, so don't target him for being just human." I roll my eyes and turn around to leave. "Fine, as long as he doesn't get too close to you. Because if he does, I will show him my true nature with pleasure."

Loudy asked. Lucille shook her head softly. "I miss Berry," she replied in a barely audible voice. Loudy was silent. She knew exactly what Lucille meant. Berry, Lucille's favorite little pet sheep, had been gone since that night. On the other hand, Lowly who overheard their conversation immediately tensed up. His mind went back to the night when Lucille turned into a wolf and unknowingly attacked Berry. The feeling of guilt came back to haunt him. "I'll go into the house for a while," Lowly muttered, leaving the garden with a crumpled face.

A feeling I have rarely experienced before. Possessiveness. A sense of fierce possessiveness gripped my chest as my eyes feasted on her moonlit figure. She had all the feminine features that could bring any man to his knees or to her feet. Along with the strange urge to protect her, I also felt helpless. I desperately wanted to save her, but what could I do to get her out of here? The answer was simple. Nothing. If I help her now then I would be risking both of our lives and I didn’t want that. I didn’t want her to get caught in the middle of a crossfire because I found her attractive. Hell, I find her more than attractive. She is…..indescribable.