Owned by the Star Quarterback; My Dark Obsession {M*M}
⚠️ Warning: This book contains explicit scenes, strong language, mature content, sexual kinks and dark themes that may not be suitable for some readers. Read at your own risk.
Trevor Matai had already made himself an enemy of half the school just by being the smartest person in the class. So when he won the student body presidency, they just found newer and louder reasons to come for him.
What he was not prepared for was jerking awake from a nightmare in the middle of class, calling out Sean Pierre's name in front of everyone, and having a very visible and undeniable 'boner' to go along with it. Does that mean he got 'bricked up' for Sean.
That was quite unbelievable because Sean Pierre, who is a star quarterback and the school's golden boy, happens to be the most aggressively straight guy Trevor had ever been forced to share oxygen with. So, Sean was the absolute last person his subconscious should have chosen.
And now the whole school knew.
What followed was supposed to be punishment as a result of the two clashing over school activity funds. Instead, something neither of them planned for started building because the closer Sean kept him, the harder it became to pretend that none of it meant anything.
But Sean was the star quarterback and there were rules that came with that title. And wanting Trevor wasn't something the world around them was going to quietly allow.
Two boys with two different dreams that couldn't both survive this situation, which seemed like a rivalry that had already drawn blood and a romantic feeling between them that refused to take note of that.
Society had already written the rules, but they were about to break those rules and rewrite them.
Because when someone is willing to burn everything down for you... the only question left is whether you are brave enough to let them and decide what you are willing to risk for love.
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Chapter 4
Trevor's POV
"You thought I could hide what and what exactly did you catch?
Point of correction... that boner wasn't about you. It's not like I can control it." I defended myself real quick.
It came out more confident than I felt but I held the energy behind it. It was the cleanest exit I had and I needed him to just take it and drop the whole thing so I could walk out of here with whatever was left of my dignity today.
But he interjected right away, reaching into his school bag and pulling out a thick booklet that he'd apparently had on him this whole time. "This isn't about your boner, Trevor." He placed the booklet on the desk, flipped it open to the printed A4 sheet inside and pointed at it. "It's about your activities budget."
I seized the booklet immediately. "How did you get this?"
He looked at me like that was the most pointless question I could have asked. "Please." He scoffed, waving it off. Then he folded his arms and stared at me with that expression he wore when he thought he had already won something. "Two weeks as the 'student body president' and you are already abusing your power."
I set the booklet down flat on the desk and met his eyes. "Well, equitable distribution of resources isn't abuse."
"It's just a fancy way of saying that you hate football and you want to kill the budget." He snapped back, and I had already seen that one coming from the moment he pulled the booklet out. It was exactly the narrative he had walked in here with and I had a very clean answer for it.
"Football gets 90 percent of activity funds." I kept my voice steady. "That is not fair to the rest of us and other activities in school who got only scraps."
He scoffed loudly at that, almost tipping into a laugh like I had said something genuinely amusing. "Dude, come on. You don't really think that your LGBTQIA whatever committee needs as much money as we do?"
I looked at him for a second. Just a second. "Why do you care? Besides, it's not like you are paying for any of this."
I could bet that landed as I could see it in the way his jaw shifted. He stepped forward, closing the space between us with that particular brand of boldness that came from years of being the person every room adjusted itself around.
"We need that money to go to Nationals." His voice had dropped that it has less performance in it now and more pressure. I mean, real pressure. "That's my only chance to get scouted. To get away from my dad, this town and..." He stopped himself right there, with his jaw tightening around whatever the rest of that sentence was supposed to be.
The pause sat between us for a moment.
But I caught it in the way he had cut himself off and the way his shoulders were carrying something heavier than football logistics. "...to get away from this town and my dad too," had slipped out before he could pull it back and there was clearly a lot more road behind those words that he hadn't planned on showing me. But part of me 'clocked it' and filed it somewhere.
But I couldn't let it move me. The moment I started making room for exceptions based on how someone looked when they were desperate, I was going to be making them every single time. That was not how I had gotten to where I was to be the 'student body president' and it was not how I was staying there.
"You know what?" My tone came out final, the kind that wasn't an invitation to keep going. "I have dreams too, Sean. Cambridge only takes students that made an impact. This budget is the way to prove that I can." I closed the booklet and placed it flat against his chest.
He took it without dropping his eyes from mine. "Well, the football team isn't going to take it lying down." He pushed the booklet back at me, harder than necessary.
I didn't even flinch. "You may call the shots on the field." I pushed it straight back to his chest. "But I call the shots inside the school. So my budget proposal stays."
Something moved behind his eyes. Not quite anger though, but it was more like he was switching gears in real time and deciding that whatever plan A was as it wasn't working and he needed a different angle.
He smirked. "Change the budget back, or I will make you do that." Then he shoved me - not enough to put me down but enough that I had to catch my footing and reset myself.
I straightened up and rolled my shoulders back. Then I moved toward him, one step at a time, closing the distance he had just tried to put between us. "How are you going to do that?"
He tilted his head slightly, that smirk still sitting on his face like he had been holding onto the next line for a while. "By giving you what you really want."
Then his hand went to his waistband.
I kept my eyes on his face and I was very deliberate about that. But then he unbuttoned his trousers, slow and easy, and I heard the zip come down and my brain just... stopped producing useful thoughts for about three full seconds.
I didn't look down as I told myself very firmly that I was not going to look down.
I couldn't work out what exactly he was trying to pull here. Either he had completely lost it, or today's classroom incident had handed him a card he felt comfortable enough to play now that there was no audience. Like he had filed it away the moment it happened and had been waiting for exactly this - an empty room, a closed door, and me with nowhere to go.
The worst part wasn't even what he was doing. It was the fact that I couldn't fully decide if I wanted him to stop because I might end up liking what he was about to show me or better still, what I was eventually about to see.
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8.0
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She had fought so hard to be able to bear her husband a child for years but all her efforts proved abortive and just when she thought that all her problems were finally over.
She was faced with a brutal betrayal from her husband, taking away her family company, cheating on her and most especially tied her in the marriage.
But everything takes a drastic turn when she realizes the baby she is carrying doesn't belong to her husband, rather a cursed werewolf who could never have a child.
Thrown into the world of the werewolves, Daisy realizes she is more than she thinks, but will she be able to navigate the challenges that awaits her?
8.0
I sat at a table for two in the center of Le Coucou, clutching a gift box that had cost me two months of savings. It was our three-year anniversary, and I was waiting for Gavin to finally ask the big question.
But when the heavy oak doors opened, Gavin didn't walk toward me with a ring. He walked in with a polished blonde heiress tucked under his arm, her hand resting protectively over a small baby bump.
"This is Tiffany Stone. My fiancée," he said, his voice devoid of any warmth. He didn't apologize for being late or for the three years we'd spent together. Instead, he pulled out a checkbook, scribbled a number, and slid a ten-thousand-dollar check across the white tablecloth.
"Consider it severance for your time," he added, as Tiffany mocked my cheap drugstore dress. "Don't contact me again. Tiffany doesn't need the stress." I was the entertainment for the entire restaurant—the pathetic girl dumped for a better model. By the time I walked out into the rain, I had lost my boyfriend, my home, and the funding for my secret medical research project.
I was an orphan with no safety net, facing an eviction notice and a ruined career. I had given Gavin everything, and he had discarded me like a broken tool. The injustice burned in my chest, a hot, sharp rage that replaced my tears.
Desperate and freezing, I ducked into a coffee shop where I met Colton Bentley, a reclusive billionaire in a wheelchair. After I defended him from a cruel date, he offered me a contract: a marriage of convenience and a seven-figure payment to act as his shield. I signed the papers that night, ready to use his wealth to rebuild my life. But as I watched my new husband navigate his penthouse, I noticed his "paralyzed" legs tense with a strength that shouldn't exist.
7.1
I was the top commander of a black-ops military program. After slaughtering my way through a hellish mission, I reached the extraction helicopter, trusting my second-in-command to watch my back.
But the moment our hands locked, he didn't pull me up. Instead, he plunged a syringe of lethal neurotoxin directly into my neck.
He aimed his gun at my chest, coldly stating that I was too dangerous to live. My lungs stopped, and I died in a pool of my own blood. But the endless blackness suddenly shattered. My consciousness violently forced its way into a new, broken shell. I woke up in a freezing alley, soaked in muddy rain.
This body belonged to seventeen-year-old Eliza Wyatt. A massive wave of foreign memories crashed into my brain. Her own younger sister had just stood at the top of the stairs with a mocking smile, watching street thugs beat Eliza to death.
"Take good care of the Wyatt family's eldest daughter. Tonight is the night she finally disappears."
The endless humiliation, the cold stares of her family, and the brutal betrayal by her own blood flashed before my eyes. Why was this fragile girl treated like garbage and pushed to her death by the very people who should have protected her?
I looked down at my pale, trembling hands. The top commander was dead, but in this bleeding shell, Eliza Wyatt was very much alive. I picked up a switchblade from the bloody puddle and stood up in the storm. It was time to hunt.
8.2
I woke up in a freezing exile wagon as Elara Vance, the only "wolfless" member of a disgraced werewolf family.
We were thrown out into the brutal Frostfang Wilds to die. The ruthless Alpha of the Black Moon Pack, Kaelen Blackwood, took one look at my fragile body and assigned us a rotting, splintered hovel at the edge of the camp—a deliberate execution to weed out the weak.
My father was a broken, catatonic Alpha waiting for the end. My starving mother wept as she tried to force her last frozen crumb of food between my blue lips, while my brothers used their own battered bodies to shield me from the howling blizzard.
The Luna Queen who exiled us expected us to perish quietly in the snow. The other warriors mocked us, waiting for the cold to claim our lives so they could strip our corpses.
"She's lost to the cold madness!" my mother shrieked when I began clawing at the ice with my bare, bleeding hands.
They all looked at me with pity and disgust, thinking my lack of an inner wolf made me a useless burden. They treated me like a fragile piece of glass destined to shatter in this frozen hell.
But they didn't know a modern engineer's soul now lived inside this fragile shell. I didn't need claws or fangs to survive.
I picked up a jagged stone, smashed the permafrost, and decided to build my own fortress. This wasn't an exile; it was my new beginning.
8.2
Justine abandoned her career as a top trauma surgeon to marry Congressman Carl McConnell. She did it to fulfill her dying sister's last wish: to protect her son, Leo, from this ruthless political family.
But the seven-year-old boy she swore to protect shoved her into a freezing koi pond, then cried to his father that Justine tried to drown him.
Carl didn't even check the security cameras. He hugged his precious heir and looked at his freezing wife with pure disgust.
"Are you out of your mind? Trying to hurt the heir to the McConnell family!"
He locked Justine in a 55-degree wine cellar while she was burning with a 102-degree fever. When she finally told him the truth, Carl flew into a rage and hurled a heavy brass-cornered book at her face, slicing her cheekbone wide open.
His mother even ordered the staff to starve her for seven days to reflect on her sins.
Justine stood in the dark, blood dripping down her face, her heart completely dead. She had sacrificed her brilliant future and her pride for this family, only to be tortured and discarded like garbage. How could they be so utterly devoid of humanity?
She pulled out her old medical kit and stitched up her own face.
Then, she signed the legal documents to permanently relinquish her stepparent rights, threw them at the housekeeper, and calmly looked at her abusive husband.
"I am divorcing you, Carl."
7.1
Behind every locked door lies a secret... For Elena, it's the hunger she hides from her cold and distant husband. For Adrian, it's the forbidden desire he feels for the one woman he should never touch-his stepmother.
What begins as stolen glances and teasing remarks quickly spirals into something dangerous. Behind closed doors, guilt turns into obsession, lust turns into fire, and the line between right and wrong disappears.
But how long can they keep their dirty secret before it explodes, tearing the family apart?
A forbidden romance dripping with passion, danger, and irresistible temptation.