Family Taboo Stories Novels & Stories

Sister Maria he cold stone floor of my cell is a constant reminder. The rough wool of my habit scratches my skin, a perpetual penance for a sin I haven't even committed yet. Not officially. My parents’ dream, this life of silent devotion, is my beautiful, gilded cage. I see my sisters, Mary and Marie, in my mind’s eye. Their laughter, the swell of their pregnant bellies, the sticky hands of their children clinging to their legs—a life of messy, glorious, chosen chaos. I have only this silence, this ache between my legs that is a hollow, empty chapel all its own.

My name is Priya. I am the youngest in the family, the last born after three brothers. In our traditional household that meant I was always protected, always watched, and never allowed to be alone with any man who wasn’t family. But that rule broke the night my father invited his old friend Uncle Rajesh home for dinner.

I scream out, but he covers my mouth with his and drowns out my scream with his warm tongue as he kisses me. His teeth graze against my bottom lip and I’m moaning into his hot mouth. There’s an urgency as he moves his lips against mine while keeping his free hand around my throat. An urgency and a rush of hunger that I never knew I needed. And then suddenly he pulls his hand from in between my thighs and breaks our kiss abruptly before sitting back on the bed. My heart sinks again. “I can't. Fuck! I shouldn't have. This is Taboo." He hastily stood, running the other hand which held my throat in his hair. “Let's not do this again Leila." His fists clenched as he stared into my eyes with a gla

“However, Didier Sect supported a mortal family last month. That family forcibly slaughtered an innocent family to seize their money and territory. They bullied others with the strength of their powerful position and held the candle for the devil. Are you clear about this matter? “It is the rule of our family, and as the ancient martial arts world’s Creed, to not bully others with our power. Furthermore, you dipped your fingers in the mortal world. Do you know that it’s taboo to do that, Didier?” Didier trembled with fright. He didn’t expect Regis to be well-versed in these matters. “Patriarch, I have no knowledge of this.” Didier still wanted to deny everything. “It must be the act of my di

A hand came patting me from the back, getting me to turn around and find father standing behind me. He looked surprised, asking me, " Is everything okay? You just left the room without saying anything." "Everything is fine," I responded in a haste, resuming with what I was doing. Father tried to know what was going on, but I was trying to push him off so he'd let me be. "It's nothing." "Is this about your friend?" He asked, getting my attention at once. I faced father, who stared at me with seriousness. He sighed and said to me, "Son, you need to understand that your friend and his sister can't be together no matter what you do. It's a taboo in the society and their home."

It wasn’t often I let myself dip into this part of my life, especially since it wouldn’t change what happened and it wouldn’t bring my parents back. "My pack was well known for their information collection. That's why they were wiped from existence." I begin when Fallon continues to remain silent. "Because of that, we all knew a lot of things, including the histories of other packs." Growing quiet, I meet Fallon’s interested gaze. "That’s how I know about your family's history. The scorned lovers are still considered taboo given all the damage their relationship caused, but it is a well-known story." "Was their relationship truly that toxic?" Fallon asks quietly.

"So, in Asian society, men and women are not permitted to have sex before they are bonded in marriage, exactly as some people believe here, but not with me, since my family is a Western culture, free and open, and every child has a choice. provided with the proper sex education!" Safira could only listen to her two new friends' conversation; she was uncomfortable but also curious about Ashley's experience; she assumed that her introverted friend didn't have a vulgar and bold experience, but she was wrong; even though Ashley's appearance was simple and geeky, she had a wild experience that safira and Sunny couldn't believe. Safira and Sunny pay close attention to Ashley, putting their heads c

I protested. "Why shouldn't I? You are an adult now. There is absolutely nothing wrong with us discussing matters of that nature," she replied, letting out a soft chuckle. Mom's demeanor made it seem as though she regarded me as one of her high-society socialite friends, someone she could casually gossip with about bedroom antics. I recalled a time not too long ago when I had accidentally overheard Mom and her circle sharing explicit stories regarding intimacy with their respective husbands. Back then, viewing such discussions as strictly taboo, I had chosen to immediately distance myself, harboring zero interest in listening.

In 1890, my great-grandmother Takoda was only a child when her ancestors told her stories while they huddled around the campfire with handmade blankets from buffalo hide. Later, she told my mother the same stories about humans who could walk on all fours and pale skins and drink your blood. Nowadays, no one talks about the past, which leads us to believe they are just scary stories the tribe elders tell for fun or to put fear into the youngsters so we won’t enter the woods outside our borders. However, I believe nothing they say. But my grandmother does and never lets my family forget it. I usually get grounded for laughing at her, thinking she’s a crazy old woman.

Uncle Dean laughed as he hugged his wife from behind. "Dad.... There's an ocean." I hissed as I turned my back to him. At Mama Kea's house, Papa and Uncle Dean would casually investigate me. Even though they said they had nothing to do with Rena, they insisted on talking about the dirty talk about pee and sex aids that were caught. How annoying. Karin also added to the problem by showing me the video of me with Rena that time, because I didn't go out with her. Rena walked away toward the glass wall with Samudra. Their absurd conversation seemed more interesting than being in the middle of parents talking about taboo subjects.