Cerita Cinta Terlarang Terbaru นิยาย & เรื่องราว

He said I was still so young and had a lot to experience, it was true he was wiser beyond his years, he had been a vampire for over a century after all. But in the end there was no choosing when it came to having a mate, there wasn’t anyone else I wanted. And besides it would be just too painful for the both of us if we kept ourselves separate for any longer than we already had. So as soon as I had my twentieth birthday, I sniffed him out and found him again. We both still couldn’t truly believe a vampire and werewolf had been destined to protect and love each other for eternity. This was just so unheard of and absolutely forbidden.

I leaned against the wall, getting closer to the front, gently opening the terrace door. Suddenly there was a loud thud, the sound of the wind and a fierce groan, and my heart was beating faster and faster. Looking at my head off the wall, I saw a great beast with gray fur wrestling with two black people. They moved their feet and jumped very quickly, momentarily slamming hard on the beast, which splashed far away, right next to the wall I was standing on. Then he got up rapidly, breathing and groaning. He was probably injured and I saw his side bleeding and falling on the brick ground, dark red.

"And my mum will literally kill me if she ever finds out that not only did l break a rule in a few weeks but also got a tattoo ." "Good thing I'm an artist." Mara picked up her fork, unbothered. "We don't need real ones. I just need the right ink. Temporary, convincing, close enough to pass a door check in bad lighting." She speared a piece of fruit. "I've done harder things." "That is genuinely not the reassurance you think it is." Mara smiled. Then, like it had only just occurred to her — "How did you get back last night, by the way?"

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Not after experiencing what true love his with Mateo. Not after finally understanding what genuine care actually looked like. Lucas reached for her hand gently. “I’m sorry for hurting you,” he said softly. “I want this to work. Give me another chance, Camila. I promise I’ll love you properly this time. I’ll take care of you.” Camila stared at him quietly for a few seconds. Then shoved the ring hard against his chest. “I’m not interested.” Lucas blinked he was shocked, he never expected I would reject his pathetic little ass.

Ronan smirked, his voice a gravelly purr. He leaned down, his breath hot against her ear as he towered over her. "Are you really that desperate for your husband’s touch that you’d crawl into my bed and strip for me?" "Finn, I don’t understand why we sleep in separate rooms when we are married.” Larissa leaned her head back, her vision blurring as she looked up at the sharp, dangerous line of his jaw. "Finn..." she breathed, ignoring his chuckles. She reached up, her fingers trembling as she traced the shell of his ear, sliding into the hair at the nape of his neck. "Stop playing and stop being so... mean."

He was probably amazing in bed, too. Not that Juliette would know. Even if it did ever happen. Juliette had been saving herself for someone special. She’d thought her last boyfriend understood that, but then he’d gotten fed up and made fun of her, and she knew she was right to wait. She’d graduated from the culinary institute last year, and now she was 23 and didn’t know what to do. She thought about it, but a part of her heart still wanted it to be fantastic, really special. She didn’t just want to get it over with. It wasn’t like washing dishes, after all.

I’d tried flirting with him last time I came home from college, but he only smiled that polite, indulgent uncle smile like I was just a shy freshman sixteen-year-old girl who didn’t know what she was doing. But I did. Oh, I did. He is the object of my dirty fantasies, the sole reason of my wayward emotions, but he’s happily married, and just here for the summer vacation, after which he and his wife would be long gone. He is way off limits. He's dangerous as they come. He's forbidden like the tree in the garden of eden. He is someone I should not even bother fantasizing about. But I couldn't help what I felt. ♠︎♠︎♠︎

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