Stories

By Day, He Ruins Me. By Night, He Owns Me.

20·Ava

Cassidy Carter knows struggle. For most of her life, it’s been just her and her mother—windowless studios and rundown motels, holding tight to each other as they fled from broken promises and men who never stayed. Cassidy is fluent in hope’s disappointments, in lies dressed up as dreams. She wears resilience like scratched armor—because in her world, survival means never letting down your guard. But nothing prepares her for the day her mother marries into the infamous Ashford dynasty. Suddenly, Cassidy is catapulted across the tracks into the world of old-money excess: sprawling estates with marble floors cold as judgment, winding driveways lined with perfectly trimmed hedges and iron gates that shut out everyone “unworthy.” She’s swallowed by chandeliers, silenced by rooms so grand they echo with history she’ll never be a part of. And then there’s Dante Ashford. Her new stepbrother is every nightmare in designer form, the one they call "king" at Blackridge Academy. Dante is the favored son of privilege—the campus playboy with a reputation for breaking hearts and ignoring rules. His eyes are cold and his smile never reaches them. Every hallway is his, every party an arena where he hunts, every girl just another notch on a bedpost carved from wealth and indifference. He’s everything Cassidy despises: arrogant, ruthless, untouchable. He’s everything the world worships: devastatingly handsome, impossibly powerful, exuding bad-boy magnetism that intoxicates and destroys. From the moment Cassidy steps into his home, Dante makes his feelings clear. His first words aren’t a welcome—they’re a warning, delivered with the venom only the privileged know how to wield. “You’re a parasite. You and your mother—gold-digging trash. Stay out of my way.” At Blackridge Academy, Dante reigns like a god, and Cassidy is nothing but his favorite game—a target for bored cruelty and casual humiliation. Most days, it starts before class: a heated glare across the quad, a perfectly-timed, cutting remark. In the crowded hallways, he bumps her so hard her books scatter, the crowd snickers, and his girlfriend clings to his arm, sneering. He toys with girls, and breaks them when he’s bored. He toys with her, but never lets her go. Every whisper, every pointed snicker, every dirty look tossed her way is orchestrated by him. “Stay in your lane, Carter,” he hisses when she dares to raise her chin. Behind the smirk and the perfectly rumpled uniform, he’s merciless—a bully who knows exactly how to wound. But Cassidy Carter doesn’t bow. Not to boys with trust funds. Not to bullies in mansions. Not even to bad boys who look at her like she’s a puzzle he can’t solve. What starts as hatred simmers into something far more dangerous. They clash in every corridor, trading savage words and violent stares. But the friction between them is electric—every fight is a heartbeat away from something reckless. Late nights turn into secret encounters: arguments that linger too long, stolen moments in deserted classrooms, the kind of forbidden glances that ignite and refuse to burn out. Dante’s torment soon slips from cruel games to something too intimate. When he corners her in an empty hallway, his lips claim hers—not with tenderness, but with fury. Punishment. Possession. He kisses her just to prove he can—and everything changes. Now there’s fire between them that neither can extinguish. He has a girlfriend—a perfect, poison-tipped queen who waits in the wings. She has rules—boundaries set to keep her heart untouched. But the line between hate and obsession blurs under the weight of their secrets. They fight by day and pretend by night. At home, they are actors on stage—polite, distant, simmering. At school, they’re enemies. But behind closed doors, the walls fall. They fall. Then, Cassidy uncovers Dante’s deepest secret—something dark and painful, hidden beneath the armor of arrogance. It’s the kind of secret that could shatter his world forever. The kind no one is meant to know. She threatens to expose it, and the mask cracks—revealing not the monster she thought, but a broken, wounded boy spiraling behind closed doors. Now, love and destruction circle, tangled by secrets and betrayal. Cassidy must choose: expose him and survive, or protect him and risk everything. Because some love stories should never exist. But hers and Dante’s? It was never meant to begin—and it might never let them end.

RomanceOngoing

On My Stepfather's Bed

3.0K·Ava

It started with a bet. “If you lose,” he said, his voice a quiet threat wrapped in silk and sin, “You belong to me. No rules. No limits.” And I lost. Asher Malhotra owns behind closed doors. The man who’s supposed to be nothing more than my mother’s fiancé. Now he becomes mine. Dominant. Possessive. Ruthless. He kisses me like he’s starving. Touches me like I was made just to ruin him. Punishes me when I disobey. And whispers filth in my ear that I can’t stop replaying every night with my hand between my thighs. “I don’t want good,” he growls into my neck. “I want you filthy. Desperate. Dripping for Daddy.” And I am. God, I am. But secrets like ours don’t stay buried forever. My mother starts to notice the way he looks at me. A friend catches us in the dark. And when I miss my period, the lie we’ve been hiding behind begins to collapse. She slaps me. Screams that I’m sick. Throws me out like I’m nothing. But Asher finds me. Takes me in. I want to be ruined by him. This is not a love story. This is obsession wrapped in silk sheets. This is pain that makes you moan. This is what happens when you give your heart to the devil — and call him Daddy.

RomanceOngoing