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Forbidden Romance Tales

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last updateLast Updated : 2025-11-13
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Language: English
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Contemporary

Dark Romance

Steamy

Possessive

Actor / Actress

Dominant

Affair

Age Gap

Forbidden Love

Disclaimer: Mature Audience Only! This book is specifically designed to be viewed by adults and therefore may be unsuitable for children under 18. This book may contain one or more of the following: crude indecent language, explicit sexual activity. “When passion takes control, nothing stays innocent.” Some cravings are too sinful to confess, too dangerous to speak aloud. '𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐓𝐎𝐎 𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒' which are whispered in the dark, written between trembling thighs, and etched in the silence after desire has burned through reason. Every fantasy in these pages is a secret you shouldn’t want, yet can’t resist. Every character is temptation draped in silk and sin. Every ending leaves you aching for just one more taste. There are desires you bury deep, the kind that scorch your soul with shame and hunger in equal measure. But sins don’t stay silent forever, they claw their way out, whispered in the dark, confessed with trembling lips, and written in the heat between forbidden bodies. 'Forbidden Romance Tales' dives straight into those steamy, secret affair where every touch and glance is electrified with forbidden desire. It's all about indulging in those hidden cravings with no boundaries, where pleasure knows no limits and desire is the only rule. When desire takes over, can love truly follow?

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29 Chapters
1.1 The Taste of the Wrong Man
The night had not been kind to Leana. The text message glowed on her screen, a neat little bullet point summarizing the collapse of her professional dignity.“After careful consideration, the position has been designated to Jameson Croft. Your dedication is valued…..”Leana didn’t read the rest. She let the phone clatter onto the polished surface of the bar, the sound swallowed by the low hum of conversation and soft jazz. Months of late nights, of sacrificed weekends, of swallowing her pride and smiling at clients who talked over her. For a valued pat on the head and a rival with half her talent but twice the entitlement stole the prize.So, when her friends dragged her out for the night, insisting she needed a distraction, she hadn’t argued. She’d dressed up, slipped into her heels, and let them pour her shots until the bitterness dulled. The liquor burned faintly on her tongue, but it wasn’t enough to erase the sting of the day.“Stop sulking,” her friend Andrea sang out from the bo
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1.2 The Taste of the Wrong Man
The first thing that pierced the haze of sleep was the smell, sandalwood, clean sweat, and sex. It was the scent of Ryan, and it was everywhere. The second thing was the light, a relentless, grey dawn seeping through the gaps in the imposing floor-to-ceiling windows, painting the unfamiliar, minimalist bedroom in muted tones.Leana groaned, her body protesting as she shifted, her cheek pressed against a firm chest that rose and fell in slow rhythm. Every muscle ached with a deep, pleasant soreness that brought the events of the night crashing back.“No matter what words were exchanged last night, we knew it was a no strings attached, one night stand. We wouldn’t see each other again.”The sharp trill of her phone dragged her out of her zone. For a blissful second she stayed suspended between dream and reality, warm, cocooned in tangled sheets. Then the sound drilled into her ears.Her eyes fluttered open. He was still asleep, lying on his stomach, his face turned toward her, looking yo
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1.3 The Taste of the Wrong Man
The fine linen of the tablecloth felt impossibly stiff beneath her fingertips, though Leana barely noticed. Her pulse hammered in her ears louder than the soft classical music that floated through the restaurant. She barely breathed, barely moved, as if any wrong gesture would make the world collapse entirely.Across the table, Ryan’s stormy gray eyes locked on hers. His face, calm and unreadable, held that familiar smirk that tugged at her nerves in ways she had spent the entire cab ride trying to suppress. But there it was, just a fraction wider, just a flicker before his expression shuttered into cool neutrality again.No one else seemed to hear her whisper. Her mother was beaming at David. But Ryan heard.He then gestured to the man who had just tilted Leana’s axis off its foundation. “Leana, this is my brother, Ryan. He just flew in from the West Coast last night to finally meet everyone. Ryan, this is Julie’s daughter, Leana.”The formal introduction was a brutal piece of irony.
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1.4 The Taste of the Wrong Man
Leana stared at her reflection in the full length mirror and told herself to breathe. “You can do this,” she muttered, smoothing down the front of her blouse for the third time. Her hands were unsteady.The very idea of sitting across from Ryan again, pretending the night they shared was a single reckless accident felt like walking into a house that was already on fire and trying to convince everyone the smoke was decorative.She had spent the day wrestling with her conscience. The right thing, the good thing, would be to pull her mother aside, to confess everything. But the words wouldn’t form. How could she say them? "Mom, the man I slept with last night, the one whose scent I can still smell on my skin, is your fiancé’s brother."It was a sentence that belonged in a soap opera, not in her life. It would detonate the fragile new happiness her mother had found. She couldn't be the one to do that. So, silence was the only option. A silence that felt heavy and loud in her head.By the
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1.5 The Taste of the Wrong Man
The sky over the city glowed a muted gold as the sun dipped toward evening, turning the glass towers into shimmering monoliths of light. It had been four days since the dinner. Four days since she’d told herself she would stay away from Ryan, David’s younger brother, her mother’s fiancé’s brother, the man who had already upended every sensible part of her life and she’d failed miserably. Every time her phone lit up, her pulse leapt before she could stop it. She’d even caught herself replaying his words in her mind.  “I haven’t been able to think of anything but you.” She looked around the wedding planner’s studio. 
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1.6 The Taste of the Wrong Man
The week before the wedding felt like a storm pressing down on the city. Every day brought another stolen message from Ryan that made Leana’s pulse jump. She barely slept. Her phone lit up with his name at midnight, then again at dawn, short messages that said too much with too few words. “Need to see you. Soon.” She tried to drown herself in work, in plans, in noise. None of it worked. Every room she entered seemed to hum with his absence. Leana stood behind her mother, carefully fastening the row of tiny pearl buttons that ran down the back of the exquisite silk wedding gown. Her fingers, usually so steady, trembled. “You look beautiful, Mom,” Leana said, her voice thick with an emotion she couldn’t name.
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2.1 The Neighbor’s Temptation
The sun was sinking low, painting the quiet suburban street in gold and amber. From her second-story windowsill, Myra watched the world go soft and hazy. But her focus, sharp and unwavering, was fixed on a single point, the man next door.Steven.He moved through his garden with the quiet reverence of a priest tending an altar. He wasn’t her uncle, not by blood or law, but the title had stuck from childhood and over those years, something more had grown in her, a dangerous, thrilling pull she couldn’t name.Steven was thirty-five, but there was a youthful strength in him, a vitality that made her chest tighten every time she looked. He was everything she desired. His dark hair, still thick and unruly, was pushed back from a forehead lined with the faint traces of thought and sun.Myra, at nineteen, knew every one of those contrasts by heart. For five years, she had studied him. She had imagined this moment countless times, rehearsed conversations and scenarios in her head, letting the
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2.2 The Neighbor’s Temptation
The world had shrunk to the four walls of his apartment and the weight of another empty evening. Steven sat on the edge of his bed, the soft glow of his desk lamp casting elongated shadows across his room. He let his eyes wander to the window, a familiar evening ritual and froze. Myra’s window was wide open, the gentle evening breeze fluttering the sheer curtains and beyond them, the edge of her bed was visible, illuminated by the soft, golden light of her bedside lamp. The faint outline of her figure caught in the soft light sent an unexpected jolt through him.He knew he should look away. She must have forgotten to close it, a rational voice insisted in his head. This is wrong. But his body refused to obey the command. He moved closer to the window, drawn irresistibly. His heart hammered a frantic rhythm against his ribs, a drumbeat of guilt and a dark, thrilling anticipation.Myra lay sprawled across her duvet, a small towel was draped loosely around her hips, a flimsy barrier th
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2.3 The Neighbor’s Temptation
Steven’s breath hitched, the sound loud in the silent room. His eyes devoured her. The tension mounted, unspoken yet palpable, and the room seemed to shrink around the quiet intimacy of the moment.Suddenly Myra shuffled, turning slightly onto her side. Her eyelids fluttered and she inhaled sharply, suddenly jolted awake by the sensation of cool air on her bare skin. Her gaze flew to the figure hovering over her bed and she stiffened, recognition and shock flashing across her face."Steven!" she gasped, her voice rough with sleep. She sat up abruptly. Her nightgown had slipped down to reveal the swell of her breasts and the creamy skin of her thighs. She made no move to cover herself, wanting him to look at her, to drink her in, a mischievous smile playing at the corners of her lips."You're here," she purred, her eyes gleaming with desire. "Finally."Myra had been waiting for this moment for so long, dreaming about it, plotting how to make it happen and now, here he was, standing ov
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3.1 Beneath My Husband’s Roof
The silence in the house was a physical presence, a third occupant in the cold, minimalist space that Gizelle had come to call home. She had been married to Daniel for three months, yet it felt like she barely knew the man she had promised herself to. He was distant, often preoccupied with work or trivial matters. His presence in their home was more like that of a guest than a husband and Gizelle’s attempts at connection were met with polite disinterest or quiet avoidance.Husband.The word felt like a lie on her tongue.She had tried. She’d asked about his work, his day, his life. She’d left notes, cooked meals. Her efforts were met with polite, icy indifference, a wall so seamless and high that she’d eventually bruised her soul trying to scale it. Now she was exhausted. Every day brought a mixture of hope and disappointment and she had reached the point of surrender.“I’m done. I can’t keep bending over backward for someone who barely notices me,” she whispered to herself in the mir
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