Erotica Stories Taboo

I was raised to stay away from men like him cold, dangerous, and part of the mafia. But fate doesn’t care about rules. When my brother got into trouble with the wrong people, I had no choice but to walk into the lion’s den. That’s when I met Luciano Romano, the man everyone fears, the man with blood on his hands. He offered me a deal. My brother’s life, in exchange for mine. Now I belong to him. He says I’m just a pawn. But the way he looks at me says something else. He’s hiding a dark past, and I’m carrying secrets too. We were never meant to fall in love. But some love stories are written in blood.

-Kehlani,  an avid writer who spends most of her time publishing bestselling romance novels wants to write a new whole genre for a change and to this effect she decides to embark on writing a fantasy based fictional romance which she had never done before, mostly to honour her late grandmother who was a fan of such a genre. Kehlani embarks on a journey to her grandmother’s hometown for various reason: firstly as a form of reflection due to her grandmother’s one year anniversary and secondly because she needed a sabbatical in a quiet place which was in tune with nature to enable her work on this said Manuscript and possibly gather inspirations. - Kehlani arrives at Woodbine only to discover that this town is cut away from, the world in every sense of it. It seemed like their town was stuck in time as even the little stories her grandmother had told her and it's landmark still remained. Kehlani takes advantage of this and decides to take an interest in the townspeople who only farmed and jollied  as she felt that it might form an inspirational framework for her new Fantasy Manuscript.

It was just another morning commute—until he happened. Across the train aisle sat a man who looked like he’d stepped out of a high-end magazine and straight into a power struggle. His voice sliced through the air, sharp and commanding, as he chewed someone out over the phone like he ran the damn universe. Arrogant. Entitled. Dressed like a Wall Street god. Correction: he looked like a god. That’s where the charm ended—or so I thought. When the train screeched to a stop, he stood up in a hurry, stormed off… and left his phone behind. Did I pick it up? Yep. Did I snoop? Absolutely. Photos, contacts, a few mysterious texts—I couldn’t help myself. Did I keep it longer than I should’ve, building stories in my head about the man behind the voice? Yeah… I did that too. When I finally gathered enough nerve to return it, I marched into the glass-and-steel fortress he called an office. He wouldn’t even come out to meet me. So I dropped his phone on the desk outside his office door. And maybe—I left a photo on it first. Not exactly the professional kind. What I didn’t expect? A message. From him. What followed were late-night texts that burned hotter than anything I’d ever known. Words became whispers. Whispers turned into fantasies. I was falling—for someone I hadn’t even really met. He and I? Total opposites. Fire and ice. Chaos and control. But when we finally came face to face, it wasn’t just sparks. It was an inferno. What happened next? Let’s just say… falling for him was the easy part. Surviving what came after? That’s where the real story began.

AVA has always been an outcast in her pack, the RESHOOT PACK. After she was birthed out of a scandal, she was seen as a lowly taboo and she was considered a rogue by the pack members and looked down upon all her life. She was made fun of by the pups and adults in the pack and is practically a slave to the pack. But what happens when she turns out to be the mate of the Alpha of a neighbouring pack? An Alpha that many girls wanted. But she faces a villain, the Alpha's wife who would do anything to hurt and kill her. How would it unfold? FIND OUT!

How far would she go to get revenge on a man who hurt her? Myra got the shock of her life when she found her fiancé in bed with her own father. The pain depended when both men, who were not sorry, tried to gaslight her into believing it never happened. For many years she had pandered to her jealous fiance's wishes, devoted her life to pleasing him even when it affected her career, but he betrayed her without remorse. Unable to come to terms with this evil betrayal, Myra will hit Aiden back where it hurts the most, seduce his widowed father and make him hers. This story is about revenge, taboo love, crime, passion and lust. Myra Shaw, beautiful Femme Fatale will go any length, even marrying a man twice her age to take all her enemies down.

After betrayal scorched her world, Jade Miller plays her cards right—even if she’s always been the extra child, the forgotten one behind Scarlett, the golden sister. One night and kiss with Kain Wolf—her sister’s most prized possession—was supposed to be revenge. A distraction. A bold statement. But when Kain kisses her back like he’s claiming what’s already his, the game changes. Because Kain doesn’t play pretend. He’s dominant. Obsessive. Dangerous. And he’s bleeding with a promise: make Jade his wife. But in a world where love is weaponized, reputations are rewritten, and identities stolen— What happens when Jade is no longer the woman at the altar? Every fairytale needs a bride. But some stories rewrite the rules. Scarlett always played the queen. Jade was just the pawn. But this time? The pawn might just take the king… In a deadly game of substitutes.

Alpha Derek is wild, strong and… horny. After the death of his wife 3 years ago, Derek Compton has not found any woman within and outside his pack attractive and worthy of his attention until he finds a woman from an inferior and enemy pack in the woods. He could kill her to send a message to members of her pack who may think of wondering into enemy territory or satisfy the sudden desire brewing inside him to have her in his bed. Isabel is not only an omega in her pack, she’s also a constantly bullied loser and sometimes treated like an outcast. One night, while she blindly runs from her bullies, she accidentally gets lost in the most fearful and merciless wolf pack territory, the South Park, known for their brutal nature and super strength. Isabel is faced with the option of death or sex with her captor. Death may have been on her wishlist for a long time but the stories of the south’s cruel and merciless killings scare her out of her mind. Also, the new spark of hope that she may(to) find the Southern wolves that killed her parents ten years ago makes her agree to this proposal. Derek keeps lying to himself that he has no feelings for her but is unable to stop himself from protecting her when she was caught snooping around by his men. Isabel’s vendetta is the only thing standing in the way of her falling in love with him - only if she hasn’t. By the way, it is forbidden for the Southern wolves to be together with a wolf from an inferior territory. Alpha Derek made the rules.

There is a place where names are forgotten, faces are hidden, and only the body speaks. It doesn’t whisper. It moans. It obeys. It disobeys. It begs. You were warned not to touch. But you will. Welcome to Velvet Heat, a collection of 100 dangerously intimate stories that whisper in the dark and bite when you’re not looking. These are not tales of sweet love and gentle kisses. These are fantasies that unravel you..slowly, slickly, and without apology. Behind every silk sheet is a secret. Beneath every command, a dare. And under every moan, a threat. From faceless strangers in candlelit rooms to monsters who taste like sin, this is a world where desire bleeds, power shifts, and no one escapes untouched. Some stories will make you beg. Some will make you scream. And some… will make you wish you never opened the book. Velvet Heat is where you come to lose yourself. But you’ll never leave the same. Only sinners. No safe words. Only consequences. And no promises of love..just obsession, power, hunger… and release.

Vivienne Fox has a fuck buddy or friends with benefits but no strings attached, with Darius Kaelen Frost, the formidable Alpha of The Moonshadow Pack, known for his icy demeanor and his disinterest in romantic entanglements. He believed love to be superfluous, yet trusted Vivienne as his sole companion in matters of intimacy. Secretly, Vivienne harbored a hope that Darius might choose her as his mate, but she knew that was unlikely, given his singular focus on her physical presence—their clear agreement. However, everything changed when Darius's destined mate, Princess Celestria, emerged, and she’s meant to be the Moonshadow Pack’s Luna. It was a devastating blow when that day, Viviene finds out about her pregnancy with Darius's child—a taboo in their pack, where such unions without a formal mate were scorned. Faced with this dilemma, the doctor offered Vivienne a chance to vanish quietly, to protect herself and her unborn child. Darius, oblivious to her pregnancy, severed the deal with Vivienne for Celestria, dismissing Vivienne as inconsequential without knowing she carried his child. In a desperate bid to shield her child from the pack's judgment and the possibility of ruining the Alpha’s reputation, Vivienne fled without a trace.

Nicole Evans never asked to be followed. She never asked for eyes in the dark, for a man like Vane to orbit her life with silence and devotion sharp enough to wound. But obsession doesn’t ask permission. It waits. It watches. It becomes inevitable. What began with missing men and shadows on rooftops soon unraveled into something far more intimate—an assassin who couldn’t let go, and a woman who, piece by piece, stopped trying to make him. As friends vanished and her world narrowed, Nicole found herself drawn toward the very thing she feared most—not out of love, but recognition. In his violence, there was something terrifyingly tender. In his silence, something that listened more closely than anyone else ever had. Theirs is not a love story in any ordinary sense. It’s a descent—a long, slow collapse into dependency, into surrender. A story told in bruises and shared tea, in blood and in stillness. A quiet unraveling that doesn’t end in escape, but in a house by the sea, where memory lingers and echoes never fade. Some stories don’t ask to be understood. Only remembered.