Acknowledging Synonyms Novels & Stories

"I hope you're not a minor, kitten? I don't wish to commit two sins together." "Fuck! I can't wait to taste you." "Bend on your knees and spread those legs, kitten! I want to see all of you." Some desires should never be touched. They burn too brightly, shine too dangerously, leave marks you can’t hide and once tasted, they consume everything. Forbidden fruit tastes sweet, they say. But they never mention the burn that follows, how addictive it is, the filthy obsession that settles in your bones. That’s what he was, a sin she couldn’t resist, a danger she wanted to fall into again and again. Katherine Smith, 19 years old, all-American innocence with her long light brown hair and piercing blue eyes. But her body tells a different, more provocative story, lush, curved and ripe, a woman’s voluptuous form that belies her youthful gaze. Her not-so-happening life takes a turn with the arrival of Vincent Morris, her mother’s 36 years old step-brother. Vincent is a storm given human form, tall, powerfully built with dark blond hair and watchful brown eyes that seem to see through every polite pretense. He knew it was illicit, she knew it was wrong, both of them knew it was forbidden, but they couldn't stop themselves from that intoxicating desire. Vincent, the older, dominant guide, introduces Katherine to the art of power that comes from acknowledging desire, to a world where pleasure is a transaction, a language. He teaches her that her body is a formidable instrument and he shows her how to play it. It's all about indulging in those hidden cravings with no boundaries, where pleasure knows no limits and desire is the only rule. Dive into the world of love, lust and forbidden desire.

"Saffron, I asked you a question. What happened to your dress?" Atlas asked again like he cared. Why was he calling her name like they were pals? How did he even know her name? This was the first time in seven years that they talked. Atlas isn't one to care about mere workers in the mansion, let alone commit their names to memory. So why her? Ignoring Atlas was not an option, so she parted her lips. "I–" Saffron was about to lie her way through when she caught sight of Caspian walking over. "Talk to me! Did Caspian do this to you?!" Atlas frowned and grabbed her jaw, forcing her to look his way. "How did–" so this was it? Atlas orchestrated last night's incident? He set her up! Now Caspian would think she was involved with Atlas! There's no way for her to prove her innocence anymore... "Ahh!" Saffron cried out loud and moved back with her rear hitting the wall. She slid down slowly until she was sitting on the floor, bawling her eyes out. "I'm just an insignificant Chef who is only here to work, please I beg you, let me live… waaah… I want to live…!" She continued crying as she lamented sorrowfully like she was already having her last minute of life. Caspian walked past without acknowledging any of them with a mere glance. After he ambled out of the corridor, Atlas moved away and glared condescendingly at Saffron, "Don't think too highly of yourself. You've served your purpose. You were a mere pawn." ... Saffron, a Chef who wanted nothing but a simple life, ended up becoming a pawn in a life and death's game for three brothers. However, time will tell if she's a pawn, or the Queen on the chess board.