Taming Dylan Winthrop
“Say it.”The hockey locker room fell silent. Blood dripped from Dylan Winthrop’s knuckles as he stared at me after beating a guy up for touching me.
I should’ve been scared,Instead, I was angry.
“You’re insane,” I snapped.Dylan stepped closer, his gaze dark and unreadable.
“Maybe,” he said quietly.
“But he should’ve known better..... I'm the only one allowed to bully you”
The problem with Dylan Winthrop?He hated me.At least, that’s what everyone at Blackwood Academy believed.
When Riele Carter transfers to Blackwood Academy on a scholarship, she becomes the favorite target of the school’s golden boy. Dylan Winthrop is rich, arrogant, feared, and completely untouchable.
From cruel pranks to vicious rumors, Dylan makes Riele’s life miserable but unlike everyone else, Riele refuses to bow to him and that only seems to make him more obsessed.What starts as hatred soon turns into something dangerous, messy, and impossible to ignore.
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Chapter: You Will love me ANDY'S POINT OF VIEW “What’s so special about Vanessa that I don’t have?” The question hung in the air, and for the first time since she’d stormed into the lounge, Lisa wasn’t yelling. For a fleeting moment, she sounded… vulnerable. I just stared at her and honestly, I couldn’t believe she was still asking. After all these years. Years of me saying no, Years of making my feelings crystal clear. She still didn’t get it or maybe she just refused to.“Well?” she finally demanded, her voice cracking just a little. I noticed. But it didn’t change anything. I let out a slow breath, then a short, humorless, disbelieving laugh. The kind that immediately darkened her expression. “What’s funny?” she asked. “You.” The word landed like a punch. Lisa froze. The room felt like it held its breath. Someone whispered, “What about me?” Lisa pressed. I leaned back against the couch. “What about you?” “You just laughed.” “Yeah.” “Why?” I shook my head. Because, honestly, this w
Last Updated: 2026-06-18
Chapter: What does she have????#BLACKWOOD ACADEMY# DYLAN'S POINT OF VIEW “You look like you’re about to murder someone,” Mason’s voice cut through my thoughts. I glanced up from my drink. He was lounging on the couch opposite me, absorbed in his phone, while Noah sat next to him, demolishing a mountain of fries. “I don’t,” I said.“Dude, you absolutely do,” Noah chimed in, looking up from his feast. I just rolled my eyes and looked away. We were in the private student lounge, the entire top floor of Blackwood Academy’s west wing. This place was usually off-limits to most students, but it was reserved for the crème de la crème – the heirs, the legacies, the kids of politicians, CEOs, celebrities, and billionaires. Basically, Blackwood’s golden children. Floor-to-ceiling windows offered a panoramic view of the campus, with plush leather sofas and a fully stocked coffee bar. Giant screens flickered with live sports, stock market updates, and whatever else these privileged kids were supposed to c
Last Updated: 2026-06-18
Chapter: BetrayalBLACKWOOD ACADEMY LISA'S POINT OF VIEW The sting of the first slap was almost… satisfying. The second one? Even more so. Vanessa reeled back, her hand flying to her reddened cheek. The whole parking lot went dead silent. Good. Let them all witness this. Let them stare. Because all the way home, I’d been fighting myself, trying to believe Nica was wrong, that the whispers weren’t true, that my best friend hadn’t stabbed me in the back but she had. And now, standing there, looking so utterly busted ...... guilty, nervous, caught red-handed .... I finally knew. "Oh my God... did Lisa just slap Vanessa?""She actually did.""No way. This is insane.""Someone stop them!""Stop them? Are you crazy? I'm recording this.""Send me the video later.""Vanessa is finished.""Finished? Why?""Because that's Lisa Hart.""Exactly.""I knew this would happen the second Lisa came back.""Same.""There was no way she'd stay quiet after hearing about Vanessa and Dylan.""I knew this would
Last Updated: 2026-06-12
Chapter: The slap#BLACKWOOD ACADEMY # VANESSA'S POINT OF VIEW This morning was supposed to be perfect. The sun was out, my makeup was on point, and my outfit screamed expensive. School was waiting......So why was I so annoyed? Probably because I was stuck in the back of my dad's Mercedes, and Chloe, my friend, was glued to her phone. We hadn't said much for five minutes, and honestly, I was still fuming about yesterday. That scholarship girl managed to embarrass me in front of everyone. Seriously, every time I opened the Blackwood group chat, there was another video of her acing that physics problem. People just wouldn't stop talking about it."You're thinking about her again, aren't you?" Chloe suddenly piped up. I just rolled my eyes. "Who?" "The scholarship girl." "I'm not." "You're literally glaring at the window." Okay, fine, I stopped glaring. Chloe smirked. "Thought so." I crossed my arms. "She's annoying." "She's smart." "Same difference." Chloe actually laughed. "You're
Last Updated: 2026-06-11
Chapter: Doesn't need a reason RIELE'S POINT OF VIEW Waking up the next morning was a battle. I really didn't want to leave the warmth of my bed. But then I remembered my mom’s pep talk about not letting entitled brats derail my future, and that gave me the push I needed to get moving. By the time we pulled up to Blackwood Academy, my stomach was already doing gymnastics. “Have a good day, sweetheart,” Mom said, her hand squeezing mine. I managed a weak smile. “I’ll try.” As soon as my feet hit the pavement, I saw her. The Sasha girl from yesterday waving like a cheerleader near the gates and somehow seeing her gave me a tiny bit of relief, just enough to make the knot in my stomach loosen slightly.“Riele!” she yelled. I slung my backpack higher and headed over. “Morning.”“Morning?” Sasha echoed, feigning offense. “That’s it? After surviving Blackwood Day One?”She said and I chuckled.“Barely,” she muttered, linking her arm through mine and steering me towards the entrance. For the first t
Last Updated: 2026-06-11
Chapter: Future DYLAN'S POINT OF VIEW For a beat, the room was utterly silent. The chandelier above the dining table cast a soft glow, glinting off silverware and wine glasses, yet the air felt thick, like time itself had hit pause. Father's words were still ringing in my ears: *The Hart and Winthrop families have agreed that you and Lisa will be formally engaged.* Engaged???? The word felt alien, absurd, impossible. I scanned the faces around the table... my father, President Hart, Lisa,Mom and then back to my father, searching for a flicker of amusement, an explanation, anything to suggest it was a joke, but no one laughed.The silence stretched, heavy and suffocating. Finally, I managed a choked, "What?" It came out softer than I intended, almost calm. Almost. My father laced his fingers together."You heard me." No, I definitely hadn't. If I had, then everyone at this table had collectively lost their minds. A short, humorless laugh escaped me. No one joined in. My stomach plu
Last Updated: 2026-06-08
Chapter: Feel bad#BLOODSHOT EMPIRE# RAFAEL'S POINT OF VIEW The silence in the room wasn't peaceful; it was the heavy, coiled tension of predators watching their prey. We were all glued to the massive screen on the wall, ignoring the sprawling city visible through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Our focus was entirely on the girl pacing frantically in her room, her every frustrated step, angry glance, and terrified breath captured on the security footage. She finally stopped, frozen near the window, her eyes locked onto the hidden camera she’d discovered. A beat of silence stretched, then Raiden erupted in a loud, genuine laugh. "Damn," he chuckled, leaning back. "Was she seriously considering jumping?"Raiden smirked. "For a second? Definitely." I kept watching Alessia on the screen. She was still staring at the camera, trying to figure out if she was being watched, if the voice she'd heard was real. Poor thing, she had no idea. Ryder chuckled beside me. "Still crazy."Raide
Last Updated: 2026-06-22
Chapter: watching #BLOODSHOT EMPIRE # ALESSIA'S POINT OF VIEW My heart was a drum solo against my ribs, the room suddenly shrinking, suffocatingly hot. I just stared at him, trying to make sense of his words. “I… I’m sorry,” I managed, my voice thin, a mess of confusion and hurt. “I don’t understand.” Silence. It just amplified the panic. My eyes flickered between their faces ........all three so unnervingly alike. “If it wasn’t about money, and my father’s death settled the debt,” I whispered, my brow furrowed, “then why am I here?” Still nothing. My breathing hitched. “No,” I shook my head, a growing disbelief churning inside me. “This makes no sense.” The quiet one just watched, his expression a blank slate, as if waiting for my next move. My frustration finally boiled over. “No!” I practically yelled, the word exploding out. “What do you mean, not money?” I stumbled back, a tidal wave of fear and anger crashing over me. “You kidnapped me! You took me from my ho
Last Updated: 2026-06-19
Chapter: No exception #THE VIPER# VINCENZO MORETTI'S POINT OF VIEW The warehouse doors burst open, and a man staggered in, looking like he’d just clawed his way out of hell. Blood smeared his face, his shirt was ripped to shreds, and one eye was so swollen shut he could barely see. You could practically smell the fear radiating off him. I just sat there, nursing my whiskey, watching him hobble towards me. The whole place went dead silent. Nobody dared to breathe, let alone speak. We all knew, the second he fell to one knee, that the exchange had gone south. Again. My jaw tightened, my grip on the glass crushing. For a few agonizing seconds, all you could hear was his ragged gasps. Then, he choked out, "They… they knew." Broken words. I leaned back. "Knew what?" I asked, my voice dangerously calm. He swallowed hard. "The setup." The silence that followed was heavy, the kind that always precedes a storm. My men instinctively lowered their heads, not wanting to be anywhere near me when my temp
Last Updated: 2026-06-15
Chapter: incredibly stupid SCAR'S POINT OF VIEW I was perched on the edge of a metal table, casually reloading my sniper rifle, just waiting for the boss. Across from me, Latto was doing her usual thing, twirling one of her pistols around her finger. You'd think after being told a million times, she'd learn. I swear, one day she’s going to shoot herself or someone else. Next to her, Axel was leaning against the wall, lazily sharpening a knife. That’s weird, right? The guy usually has enough blades on him to arm a small army. The soft *shink-shink* of steel on stone echoed through the room. Over in the far corner, Nyx stood. Silent. Still. Watching. She looked less like a person and more like a statue carved from shadow. Honestly, I sometimes wondered if she ever slept. And I’m not entirely convinced she’s even human. Nobody’s ever seen her blink twice, for crying out loud.“Why does it always feel like we’re about to get murdered whenever we’re called here?” Latto suddenly blurted out. Nobody answ
Last Updated: 2026-06-12
Chapter: stole ALESSIA'S POINT OF VIEW My whole body went rigid like a deer caught in the headlights, as I stood there. Four pairs of eyes drilled into me, watching, dissecting, just… waiting. I swallowed, forcing my shaky legs to take a step. Then another and another. Each footfall was deafening in the vast room. Their presence grew heavier the closer I got, almost suffocating. They were a mirror image of each other – dark hair, sharp features, those dangerous eyes. Yet, they all felt so distinct. One looked calm ,One radiated a dangerous charm. The Quiet One seemed so utterly bored, like he'd kill just to spice things up and then there was one that had a dangerous look .......I mean they all looked dangerous but his was so obvious, both on his face.....fingers tapped a lazy rhythm on the armrest. And then there was The Cold One, right in the middle, radiating an icy chill that seemed to freeze the very air. I stopped a few feet away. The silence was a tangible thing, stretch
Last Updated: 2026-06-08
Chapter: The debtor's daughter SCAR'S POINT OF VIEW As I stood at the shooting range, I focused intently on the target, the rifle pressed firmly against my shoulder. My first shot struck right at the center, sending a small red light flashing above the lane. A bullseye. Despite the perfect shot, I kept my reaction muted, maintaining my composure. With a slight adjustment to my grip, I looked through the scope once more, the familiar weight of the rifle feeling as natural as an extension of my own body. The atmosphere inside the underground shooting range was thick with the unmistakable scent of gunpowder, and the sharp crack of gunfire resonated off the concrete walls, creating a symphony of chaos. Empty shell casings rattled and skittered across the floor, forming a metallic carpet around me. Next to me, I noticed Latto muttering a curse under her breath.“Damn it,” she hissed, though I couldn’t help but allow a smirk to tug at the corners of my mouth as I fired again, once again hitting another bu
Last Updated: 2026-06-04
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