All Chapters of Taboo pleasures (Sweet sin): Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

ElaraI told myself I was only going back for research but that wasn’t true. While I helped patrons find books and arranged shelves, My body still remembered Lucian’s touch last night. By the time evening came, I was restless, aching in a way no normal touch had ever made me feel.At 11:45 PM, I pretended I was occupied with rearranging books in the shelves. I waited for everyone to leave, most especially Grandfather.I locked the main doors waited in the silence. My heart hammered as the grandfather clock finally struck midnight.The golden glow finally appeared again.I stepped into the hidden section, my breath shaky. Lucian was already there, leaning against a shelf with his arms crossed, those midnight-blue eyes watching me like he had been expecting me.“You came back,” he said, his voice sent a fresh shiver down my spine.Uhm… I just wanted to understand everything that happened last night better,” I whispered, even though I knew that was only half true. Lucian smiled. He

ElaraI chose the Midnight Library more than my work life. My real life was disappearing fast. I was showing up to work exhausted, dark circles under my eyes, making up weak excuses about family emergencies and insomnia. Few people had texted me asking where I had been all day long. I ignored most of them. All I could think about was Lucian. I need to let go of this addiction, if not, cause I’m cooked! My mindset kept replaying his hands, his voice, the way he made me feel completely alive for each night.It's Saturday , after another week, a hazy day, I slipped into the hidden section even earlier than usual. Lucian was waiting, but before he could pull me close, I heard footsteps behind me in the main library. My stomach flipped.It was Sophie.She’s one of the younger part time librarians.She has been helping me cover my shifts. Well, With her help, I was able to escape troubles.But why is she here at this hour??“What’s going on Elara?…Who’s she?” Lucian asked. But I or

LenaThe clock in the lecture hall strucked 8:17 PM when Professor Zeph closed the door behind me with a soft click that echoed like a judge’s gavel.I stood frozen at the center of his dimly lit office, the whole atmosphere smelled of old books and expensive leather heavy in the air. My heart fucking hit against my ribs. The moment he asked me to stay behind after class, I knew something was wrong. Nothing could have prepared me for the printed pages he now slid across his massive oak desk.“Sit,” he said quietly.I sat.Zeph leaned back in his chair, fingers steepled under his chin. At thirty-eight, he was younger than most tenured faculty, but carried himself with the quiet authority of someone who had never lost an argument. His sharp jawline and dark hair threaded with the faintest grey hairs. His colored eyes of winter storm clouds were fixed on me now. I got speechless. “Miss Lena,” he began, the sound of his voice was smooth as polished stone. “You’re one of the brightest s