Forbidden Fantasy Chapter 3 Novels & Stories

Hi, this is your author :} I just wanted to say that there are no repeated chapters. What happened is that there was a missing chapter and the way to fix that is to move all the chapters forward, that's why it looks like there are repeats. The added missing chapter is called "unwarranted". Right now it's all fixed, I hope you can see it. If not, try to clear the cache please! Sorry about that, I'll try not to fuck up like that again

The one who laughed when I said I had dreams of wolves and golden eyes. The one who’d left me in the middle of nowhere after a fight, leading to the day I got lost in the forest. The day I met Kade. “You’ve got to be kidding,” I muttered, chest tightening. Aaron looked around, wide-eyed, clearly overwhelmed. “What is this? Where the hell am I?” He hadn’t changed much. Still had that half-apology look on his face. Still unsure whether to play the victim or the charmer. “The third trial,” the Elder announced, “is forgiveness.”

“Will, no. Tonight was a mistake. We lost control. It can’t happen again. It’s forbidden.” The words felt theatrical, but it was the only one that fit. A dark, thrilling smile touched his lips. “I’ve always had a thing for forbiddens.” “I won’t be here again. Don’t wait for me.” “We’ll see.” The confidence in his tone was absolute. She untangled herself from him, her legs feeling like jelly. She pulled her robe closed, retying the sash with trembling fingers, and fled the kitchen without a backward glance. When she finally went upstairs, the house felt unnervingly silent. Daniel was asleep, peaceful as always, unaware of the storm raging around him.

I coldly replied. “What a beautiful illusion. it would be better to stay in an illusion if I could hear you say those eight letters and three words.” Phoenix said with a smile as he reached out of my hands and before I could take it away, he managed to intertwine their hands, leaving no room for me to take back my hands. I let out a helpless sigh and muttered. “You're so childish.” END OF CHAPTER 33

He pulled me in for a hug. I did not spend the rest of the party obsessing over the fact that Liam and Alex were leaving. What I did was enjoyed myself and dance so freely that even the kids were embarrassed by me. Forbidden means that you can not have something or someone. And historically and by Beacon's values, I could not have a couple of things; like an omega having a good and successful life, and a she-wolf falling in love and getting married to a demon. But I made that sh*t happen. I did that. Lara Zane Meyer did that!

But he won't let her know that. She would first suffer before he gave in to the bond. ♾ You've come to the end of this chapter. Thank you for reading Chapter Twenty-Three| Rude Zayn and Adriana magic! Love, Coco

“Step away from her.” Kade laughed, low and dangerous. “Or what?” Before Damien could react, I felt a pull not fear, not adrenaline but something deeper. A dangerous, forbidden pull. I stepped closer to Kade, heart racing, daring him to meet my gaze. “You can’t scare me anymore,” I said, voice steady. He tilted his head, amused. “Oh, I never tried to scare you. Not really. I wanted to see what you’d do.”

Even though I couldn’t move my hands and legs, the venom inside of me rose, and I was ready to do anything possible to free myself and teach this motherfucker a lesson he would never forget in a hurry. He bent low so that his face was directly proportional with mine. “I heard she is your stepsister, Dante,” he said. “Why does this sound like obsession?” He asked mockingly. “Are you in love with your stepsister?” He asked further. I spat in his face, for lack of ability to do what I actually wanted to do to him, which was to nod him into unconsciousness. He wiped my saliva off his face with a mocking smile. “You are definitely in love with her, Dante,” he said, smirking. “Isn’t that a forbidd

My chest would tighten, my lips would part, and I’d wave back, pretending I hadn’t been caught staring. And maybe—just maybe he would step out onto his own balcony. Close the distance between us with words I can’t quite hear, but feel. Maybe he’d lean against his railing too, mirroring me, his body angled in a way that says I see you. I want to see you. My mug trembles in my hand. The fantasy feels so real it almost hurts when I blink and find myself still alone. I set the mug down carefully, afraid my shaking fingers will betray me. I grip the railing instead, the metal cool against my palms, grounding me as my thoughts spiral.

I was just making tea. He stepped closer, crouching to help, his arm brushing mine. The scent of his soap, clean, masculine hit me like a wave. Our fingers touched over a piece of porcelain, and electricity shot straight to my pussy, making it throb. I yanked back, but he held on, his grip firm. 'You okay?' he asked, concern mixing with something darker in his tone. I nodded, but my mind raced. Katrina was still asleep upstairs, the house silent except for our breathing. Why did he have to look like that? Like every forbidden fantasy I'd buried deep.