Forbidden Affair Novels & Stories

This is bad and who is going to help me, I turned to the wide open door thinking if I can make a run for it unfortunately he trailed my gaze and kick the door close with his foot. Great a fucking predator and I'm his prey, "What exactly do you want?" I wanted to stall enough time because I know Tristan is on his way back, "I told you I want you, You can't married to my cousin then we can't be together or do you want to be having an affair outside your marriage?" He kept coming closer and I hated the fact that I'm close to the wall now if I'm trapped then it's the end.

My first love has ended even before it started. Why can't we love each other? What's so horrible about falling in love with a man that's twice your age? What's so wrong in falling in love with a man that might be old enough to be your father? Why does society have to determine everything for us? And why do we have to care so much about what society would say to us? Would Sean fall for me if he doesn't have to care about what other people would say? Why does it hurt so much when your one true love rejects you?

Isabella inquired. She wanted to know that she wouldn’t be arrested for what she was about to say because despite not being a law student, she was unaware if sleeping with one’s stepfather was a punishable crime. ‘Besides, all I know is that sleeping with one’s stepfather is considered a taboo and not right in any way.’ Isabella mused inwardly. Doctor Aubrey noticed the worried look on Isabella’s face and tried to calm her with a warm smile.

Melody looked at Zach dotingly like a woman in love. Zach sure had his way with words. He could easily console Melody with just a few words. I did not listen to the rest of their conversation. My mind was only engrossed in one thing. No wonder Brandon did not like me—he was Melody's husband. I had to give it to Melody. She had an affair right under Brandon's nose, even when they worked together. I wondered what had happened to Brandon after my death in my past life. Then, an idea came to me. I was delighted.

That was what had almost caused me the mistake of working on loving him, just this night. I would have been loving and building a life with a liar! “She is your best friend and had access to my child.” “Eleanor could never hurt Oliver.” “Why not? We are responsible for keeping you away.” “Ariel. This is not what you think it is.” “How long?” “What?” “How long has your affair been?” His brow furrowed in confusion, as though those were suddenly Greek words he could not understand. “Eleanor and I are not having an affair.”

An affair? Then came the woman’s voice, rising in anger: “Affair, every time! You always call what we have an affair. When exactly will you divorce her? Because I can’t continue like this. We can’t keep hiding!” I leaned back against the wall, listening. I should have walked away...it wasn’t my business. But for some reason, I stayed. It pulled my interest. So I’m not the only one craving forbidden fruit, I thought with a bitter chuckle.

“Come on Vasily, when did you ever hide from your problems? Let's do this and forget this such attraction ever existed” I don’t answer. I just stare at him, my mind a blur. The city lights twinkle below, a silent, indifferent audience to a drama they will never understand. We are two rivals, two men on the brink of a war that will either unite us or destroy us both. A war fought not with bullets, but with a raw, desperate, and forbidden passion. A part of me already knows I am about to jump into something I may not be ready for but am I going to run now?

Bella places her hands on the table and leans in closer to him to hear the full story. "Why do you look so happy about it?" "About what?" "My wife's affair," He frowns and she chuckles. "It's just...It's not like that." "You really despise me, don't you?" "No sir I just want to help you-" "I saw my wife kissing another guy," He speaks up changing his posture awkwardly. "That's pathetic." "I agree with you for the first time." "Do you happen to know him sir?" "Yeah. He's that singer...What's his name again...James I guess?"

But the fear of his response held her back. Kenneth's eyes bore into hers, searching for something, perhaps a sign of understanding or forgiveness. It was a silent plea, a desperate longing for connection amidst the chaos of their entangled lives. As their gazes locked, a myriad of unspoken words hung heavy in the air. The room seemed to hold its breath, awaiting their next move. What would they say? What would they do? But as Kenneth stood before her, the choice was hers to make. Would she succumb to the allure of their forbidden connection, forsaking her own well-being and the potential destruction it could bring? Or would she find the strength to let go, to walk away from the tumultuous a

I succumbed to her lust-filled pleas. “No, no, no. I can’t.” I said, pushing her back while taking a moment of introspection. What the f*ck was I doing, about to mate a sworn enemy? What if she got pregnant or something? “You know this is not possible, you should leave, now.”