Cerita Cinta Terlarang Novels & Stories

We didn’t go all the way… but I wished we had. I wanted him to take me. To fuck me senseless. To claim me completely. God… what’s wrong with me? Why does the forbidden feel so damn good? I love him. I love Vincent Lucas. I love his eyes, his voice, his hands, his mouth, his soul— But it hurts. It hurts to know I’ll never have him. Not really. Not the way I want. I wiped away a single tear sliding down my cheek. I don’t deserve to cry. Maybe this pain is my punishment for falling in love with someone else’s husband. If so, then let it burn. Let it consume me.

Scarlett said with a hint of remorse and sincerity. "I am over him," I retorted. "Besides, you have only been with like two guys your whole life. This is your chance to go out there and get some strange cock in order to forget that jerk ass." We all began to laugh at her choice of words. Our conversation turned lighthearted for a moment before becoming more naughty and sexually driven. It was true that I had only been with two guys in my life and that included my ex, but I didn’t see anything wrong with that. Saraphina went on to say that she had many partners, though not as many as Scarlett, and she even confessed to having a threesome before. I was stunned by her revelation; Saraphina didn

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My hand moved to his waist and pulled him closer, letting him feel my arousal against his thigh. The moment I squeezed his ass, he slapped my hand away. “No, this ain't right.” His breathing was heavy, eyes wide with something primal, and another resembling panic. Then, there was denial. He didn't want to admit that it was me, Ronan Devereaux, his arch enemy, making his heart pound so hard in his chest. “Mercer, I've never been the one to do something just because they were right or not. I don't deny or lie like you do, pretending to be holy.”

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My mouth went dry. “I’ve wanted this for so long, Lila,” he admitted, his voice cracking a little. “Every time you prance around the house in those tiny shorts, bending over… teasing me… I jerked off thinking about you more nights than I can count.” The confession was like lightning. All the guilt, all the filthy fantasies I’ve hidden, they weren’t one-sided he wanted me too. He sat on the edge of the bed. His big hand landed on my knee and slowly slid up my thigh, spreading me open. I shivered hard; his touch was scorching.

"I heard when Larissa was closing her bedroom door and as I looked out the window, I saw how she was letting the love of my life go, yesterday I confessed to her that I loved her, that I have always loved her, I knew how she would react, I know she doesn't love me, but I couldn't hide it from her anymore, I thought I would have more time to get her to fall in love with me, but Tristan had to come back and ruin everything. But that's the least of my concern she knows that and I'm sure now that Tristan knows it too I'm going to fight for her, no matter what I have to do, I had to look like I wouldn't do anything to play dirty against Tristan, but I just had to wait for the opportunity, I just

Her initial question that reminded me of my hell bound punishment rings in my ear and I turn to look at her, "No don't wait for me.Ciara would be waiting for you." Ciara is Lucy's younger sister and only family. They lost their parents in a fire and lost everything valuable in their lives. Lucy lost all except her fifteen year old sister,the only reason she claims to live and the poor little teenage girl lost her sense of speech from the trauma of losing her parents. Her extended family tried to claim care of her but Lucy fought back and promised to somehow manage to fend for them both since she's legally an adult and that brings us to her wanting to join The Rebels, us.

"A love that defied the odds and forged a bond strong enough to withstand even the darkest of times." As they continued to explore the contents of the box, they uncovered a series of scrolls intricately bound with silken threads, each one bearing witness to the love story that had transcended centuries of hatred and prejudice. With bated breath, they unrolled the scrolls, their eyes scanning the handwritten passages that recounted the trials and tribulations faced by Draven and Lysandra, the star-crossed lovers who had dared to defy the norms of their time.

Having sex with two hot strangers was not on my to-do list. None of these was on my to-do list. But they say love can either make you or destroy you — I wish. Love didn't just destroy me. It killed me. It buried me. And sent me straight to the abyss. My name is Elara and this is my story.