Cerpen Cinta Terlarang Novels & Stories

she said, looking at her empty glass. Her words sliced through my heart bit by bit but I won't let it show. I knew what I was getting myself into and I still let myself fall in love with her, if this is my fate, I will gladly accept it. “I understand carina, but I will continue to love you. I know you love Tiana and all but I know there's something there for me too, I felt it and I know you felt it too”. “Mark…” “Denying it will only make it grow carina, that’s why I won't force you but I will wait for you.” I stood up.

I wondered if Alex and Susan were really just childhood friends. For the past six months, I had found several unfamiliar lingeries at home. My intuition told me something was wrong. However, out of trust in Alex and the seven years we had spent together, I convinced myself that these were just surprises he was preparing for me. It was not until my twenty-fifth birthday that I came home early and found used contraceptives in the trash. On the same day, Susan followed me on Instagram. Her stories were filled with photos of her in lingerie. I had seen almost every piece of them at home.

She scoffed and almost closed the book, but the bird stopped her. "It can't be fictional if it can only be opened by your hair magic." "True." She then continued watching the images play The witch's heir was the werewolf's Alpha lover, and everyone, either in the coven or the packs, knew about it. They both love each other. A few days before their wedding, the lady, whose face or name was not mentioned or shown in the book, was chased by a group of werewolves. She was captured, and after being saved by the Alpha, her lover, she stabbed him in the back with the knife he gifted her last festival to protect herself. Then the book closed, but before it did, a red moon shone brightly.

I shut my eyes while I waited for his lips to meet mine, but it never happened. He merely breathed on my lips and pulled away. Darn it! I whined, but he put a finger to my lips immediately to cut me off. “I have a lot prepared for you, and it's a lot of work, baby.” Then he moved away from me, not sparing another glance. I hissed. Why does he always want to make me feel aroused all the time? This jerk! I followed Cora into the room and sat on the couch close to the entrance.

Each entry held a piece of the story, a glimpse into the forbidden love affair that had haunted our family for generations. The journal chronicled the tale of two souls bound by love, torn apart by circumstances beyond their control. It spoke of their unyielding devotion, their sacrifices, and the insurmountable obstacles they faced in their pursuit of happiness. As the story unfolded, we realized that their love had not only defied societal norms but also ignited the fury of those who sought to keep their union hidden.

“That’s the point, Amy. From what I saw… I don’t think I know him anymore.” “Why can’t you just accept that I love him?!” Amy angrily exclaimed. When she remembered that Carl was still asleep, she took some deep breaths to control her anger. “Stop saying that, Amy. You don’t love him, you’re only being manipulated.” Paula retorted through clenched teeth. “That’s not true, mom!” Amy countered, standing up from the bed. “Stop saying such things about Bryan. I love him… I’ve loved him for a long time now.”

The room was infused with a deep sense of intimacy, a hallowed sanctuary where our souls had merged, leaving an indelible trace on the fabric of our love. In that quiet embrace, we reveled in the afterglow of our union, knowing that our love had transcended physical pleasure. It was a celebration of the deep connection we shared, a testament to the beauty of love in all its forms. Capello Thabo I was supposed to propose, not give her a necklace. I'm a moron.Now or never. The small, lighted setting was ideal for our romantic meal for two. As the soothing tunes of a live pianist filled the air, the soft glow of flickering candles produced a pleasant, romantic ambiance. In the background, Alici

He added impatiently and I wondered how anyone was able to put up with his attitude. “Irene, sweetheart, come here.” I heard Tyrell say, or more like command, before Irene popped up from her seat and sat on his lap. I watched her slide her hair to a side and Tyrell immediately started licking all over her neck hungrily and seductively. I blushed slightly when a moan escaped through her lips but at the same time, it disgusted me that I was about to witness a first-hand soft porn. Tyrell’s eyes turned a shade darker and I watched his fangs graze against her skin before I quickly turned away.

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 bodly stated with an unknown temerity coursing through me. I deserved to know the reason. He chuckled darkly and took some steps forward. The more he came towards me, the more I moved back until I had hit my back against the door of his room. I was totally caged. He gave me a mischievous smirk and placed his two hands by the door on both sides of my body, totally restricting my movement and locking me in. "You are too curious Crystal. Curiosity kills the cat"He whispered huskily as he leaned down towards me.