Forbidden Fantasy Chapter 3 Novels & Stories

Absolutely. I’ll keep it fast-paced, emotional, romantic, and natural, with the biker atmosphere and bad-boy/good-girl contrast. Since it’s only ten chapters, I’ll make each chapter actuall Amara had never been somewhere she wasn't supposed to be. At least, not intentionally. She stood at the edge of the abandoned warehouse parking lot, staring at the crowd in front of her and wondering how quickly she could leave without anyone noticing. Probably not quickly. There were motorcycles everywhere.

Her innocent eyes would water as she gagged on Daddy's thick meat like the eager little slut she was born to be. I stormed to her rooom, my pulse pounded like a war drum, my cock straining painfully against my zipper. I didn't knock, instead I fucking burst through the door. The wood slammed against the wall as raw hunger clawed at my gut. Holy fuck! There she was, my Elena, my forbidden obsession. She was splayed out like a pornstar goddess on her rumpled pink sheets, completely bare and glistening. Her creamy skin flushed pink with arousal. Full, perky tits rose and fell in heaving gasps, nipples stiff as diamonds begging to be sucked raw. Legs shamelessly hooked over the edge of the bed,

Something was driving me to him but I kept moving, without looking back. I went to the elevator to escape. Agreeing with him meant crossing the boundaries. I could not do that. My wavering fingers pressed the elevator button. My ears could hear the rushing footsteps. It was getting closer. I tapped on the elevator button consistently but in seconds was yanked away from it. A shriek of surprise left my mouth and I was in the forbidden lift with the forbidden man. "I am done playing the cat and mouse," Aahir growled, confining me in one of the corners.

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We’ve read so many forbidden stories… we’ve come a long way with No Saints! The tension, the sins, the things that shouldn’t happen, but always do. But this chapter is different. This one isn’t forbidden. There’s no hiding, no guilt. Just a husband and his wife. A mate and her Alpha. This scene is taken from my book A luna’s Revenge, and it can be read on its own. To read Alexander and Abigail’s full story, search A luna’s Revenge by Ebi Happy on GoodNovel.

It landed on a table and right of the table is where James is sitting. This is a mess. This shouldn't be happening. He is standing and walking towards my direction. I'm confused as f*ck if I should run or pretend to be checking a book on a shelf or I should probably disappear from the surface of the earth if I have such magical power. He stopped right in front of me and my attention was back on my system. The title of my chapter. “The forbidden obsession” is clearly showing and I try my best to wipe it off but it didn't. This should be the biggest mistake of the century.

Then the woman behind the Original Creator whispered: Now kill her. Aiden's eyes turned completely black. His hand rose. And the power of the King of Possibilities gathered in his palm. End of Chapter 132

And you will be drawn into the irresistible allure of the forbidden, where the thrill of danger heightens every touch, every whisper, every breath. This is a world where nothing is off-limits, where every fantasy can become a reality, and every taboo can be explored. It is a world that will challenge your perceptions, stir your emotions, and ignite your deepest desires. But it is also a world fraught with peril, where the shadows hold secrets that can consume those who dare to delve too deep. ***** Copyright © 2024 SHRUTI GOHIL All rights reserved The characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended

he breathed, staring down at me like he couldn’t quite believe what I’d just done. He fixed his robe quickly and strode to the door. I stayed on the bed, feeling very grateful he hadn’t asked about my scent again. His mother walked in and stopped cold when she saw me—hair messy, lips swollen, nightclothes half-slipped from one shoulder. But she wasn’t alone. Behind her stood an omega with long, straight legs, smooth caramel skin, and full breasts that strained against her thin dress, nipples clearly hard. Jealousy twisted hard in my chest, but under it came a dirty urge I couldn’t shove down. I pictured those same tits in my hands, her body twisting and moaning while I slapped them until the

One simple, yet stupid, annoying rule: no touching. ​She'd made it abundantly clear from the moment we met that skin-to-skin contact was off-limits. And I, Lucian Hawthorne, went and threw that out of the fucking window the moment she looked at me as if I was worth even a speck of her kindness. I wasn't. ​And to top it all off, I got hard. ​Got fucking hard for a human of all things. Feeling her soft-as-silk skin brush mine, even for that all too short moment, made me harder than ever before.