Sins Of Her Venom Novel – Trigger Warnings + Dark Romance +Saphic/Leabian/ff/WLW Romance + Bully Romance + Stalking +Homophobia +CNC +Dub-Con +Breath play +Toys Play +Toxic +Mention of drug use ( Side character off-page) +Revenge +Blindfold play +Ropes/Cuffs/Bondage +Bite/Bruising kinks +Just basically a lot of kinks (Slapping/Spanking/ Spitting/ Sub-Dom…) +Bikers ______ This book contains. + Golden Girl (Bully) X Disrepute Biker Girl (The Victim?) +A hint of sport romance +Gay awakening +Rich X Poor +Biker Girl +Enemies to lovers + Crawling back to her +Height difference (Shorter kinda-Masc X Taller Fem) ________ This book is dark, very dark, both FMCs are fucked up.
Chapter 2 Kathrine Andrews -Kathrine Andrews: (Song of the chapter: Euphoria Antisocialken) I love my life. Well, maybe not right now. I have the best parents and siblings in the universe—a family that loves me unconditionally and stood by me when I came out as a lesbian at the ripe age of eleven. They didn’t flinch, didn’t question me. Just pure love and acceptance. We’re an upper-middle-class family. We have a car, a roof over our heads, clothes to wear, and dinner on the table every night.
By most standards, I have it all. But… Even with all of this, I’m still treated like dirt at school, like I’m worth less than the gum on their overpriced designer shoes. I’m a senior at Baylor School in Chattanooga, Tennessee. It’s supposed to be one of the best schools around, but to me, it’s just a breeding ground for spoiled, rich kids who think the world revolves around them. I stand in my room, staring at the setup that reflects who I am. A white bed pushed against one wall, a soft rug beneath it. A vanity table by the window with a round mirror surrounded by beauty essentials—makeup brushes, perfume bottles, and a little vase of fresh flowers.
Fairy lights hang above the bed, casting a warm glow. I glance down at my school uniform, adjusting the skirt that’s way too short for my liking. It grazes the top of my thighs, a ridiculous length for someone who’s 6’2″. The school seems to think all girls are 5’1″, and when I complained, they shrugged it off. “Can I just wear pants?” I suggested to our principle. The principal said no. Apparently, they want every student to look exactly the same in uniform.
So here I am, stuck in this short skirt, now paired with thick stockings to maintain at least a shred of dignity. It has worked for the past three years. I lace up my white sneakers, straighten the necktie around the collar of my white blouse, and adjust the purple blazer to match the skirt. Then, I glance at my reflection in the long mirror. My dark hair, always styled into a tight braid, frames my face. It’s the only way to avoid damage since the bully started. “Kat, I changed your oil and filled your gas, baby,” my dad calls out from the doorway.
I look up to find Damon Andrews—workaholic professor, best dad in the world—standing there, holding his coffee cup. He’s dressed in a sharp suit, his glasses perched on his nose, and there’s that familiar soft grin on his face. I know what he’s seeing: not an almost-adult senior, but his little girl, the one who used to play with Barbies in this very room. “Thanks, Dad. You’re the best,” I say with a grin, walking over to give him his morning hug. Skipping this would only lead to him sulking and tattling to Mom. He hugs me tightly, pressing a kiss to the top of my head before leading me to the dining room.
Inside, my twin brother Nickolas is locked in a battle with our older brother Kai over a piece of toast—like there isn’t a full, untouched new bag of toast on the counter. “Here comes the best hockey player in the world!” Nancy King, Nick’s girlfriend, greets me with a wide smile as I walk in. Nancy’s stunning, both inside and out. Her rich deep brown skin practically glows under the morning light, and her curly hair frames her roun