Forbidden Flame Novels & Stories

“It’s just like I warned. The moonveil blossom can serve as either a cloaking plant or a hallucination pollen. Whoever your mate saw was a trick of the mind. Not you.” “Save me the science talk.” Then he looked at me with an emotion I wasn’t sure I wanted to peg as sincere. “I also did this for you, brother. Using the flower was to build a rift between both of you so after her death, you’d have no attachment to her death. She served her usefulness after all.” Diandra’s mother screamed, taking steps forward that were quickly intercepted by a guard. She threw herself back into her husband’s arms, sobbing. My fists closed with impossible tightness. I tried not to focus on the rage my wolf was f

She destroyed him for it. I gasped, stumbling back into my body as if surfacing from a lake too deep to imagine. Orion’s arms were around me. His shadows crackled along his skin. My own hands blazed with fire. Orion’s eyes went wide. “What the hell did you do, Flame?” I shook my head, breathless. “I don’t know.” But deep down—I did. This wasn’t just magic. This was old. Forbidden. Buried. A piece of something Sariyah had tried to erase.

The acrid scent of the smoke still clung to Ava, a harsh reminder of the fire that took her parents. At eight, her world was a scary, gray place. A cruel twist of fate left her alone, an orphan in a world that didn't make sense anymore. A warm hand touched her shaking shoulder. Tears blurred her vision as she looked up at a strong man. He seemed so strong, unlike the weakness she felt. His kind face showed he understood. "Please don't... don't... Please don't kill me too," she whispered, her voice small and scared.

Trevor says, “and I’ll be brave enough to tell you what very few people know.” I never have been one to step back from a challenge. Whether it is moving from my small town to New York or from New York to London, I am driven to want more. That includes knowing family secrets. I lift the shot glass, fascinated by the way the Fireball no longer burns. Instead, it’s a warm cinnamon liqueur much like a Christmas drink. Either that or my throat is now numb. Trevor lifts his glass. Together we swallow our third, or is it fourth?

He knew that I wanted to free myself from him but he remained adamant as he trapped me in his clutches. ‘What have I just done? Silly me! Now he's never gonna let me go!!! Arggggghh!!’ I screamed inwardly and I could see his stunning bright green eyes giving me an intense gaze, causing me to gulp down the lump in my throat. Instead of dropping me to the ground, he leaned forward and claimed my lips in his. Our lips met, softly at first then with rising passion and heated fervor. I didn't have the strength to withdraw my lips; I was getting trapped. Trapped in this forbidden temptation. My body was failing me completely and the heat I felt within me was starting to rise once again.

I’m combining all the books of this series in one. So going to change the tittle from ‘Forbidden Flames: My Best Friend’ to ‘Forbidden Flames: Steamy Series’ of this book. Forbidden Flames: My Stepbrother Stella I was a broken soul, and I never thought that I would be healed by my stepbrother. Alex My stepsister, whom I thought would hate her, but she became the one and only person whom I desire deeply. *** "No. Flower, you're not ugly. If you could see yourself through my eyes, you'd understand how beautiful and desirable you are." I hold her face in my hands again, pulling her closer.

The frost crawling along her skin wasn’t entirely natural; it was the blade calling to her, the spirits whispering their obedience. Patricia stood at her right, holding a mirror shard in one hand and a pinch of crimson ash in the other. She tilted her head as though listening to a frequency no one else could perceive. Her chant was low, melodic, almost casual, but the words carried weight that twisted the air: “Mirror to blood, bone to flame… Let the hidden path reclaim. We speak not of name, nor face— But will, unbroken, bound to fate.” She let the ash fall. It hissed and writhed like a living thing, burning on the stone, curling up into the mist above their heads. Shadows stretched unnatur

They struggle through the winter to come in Spring in order to decorate our nature with its colour of happiness. I don’t know how much I struggled but I know Inaya was reborn because of Carlos. Inaya got her hope because of the ruthless American Mafia Carlos Joseph Marcello. And Inaya would be living in some part of this world because of you. Forgive me for everything. Forgive our unrequited forbidden love. It is supposed to be cherished and not be lived anymore. We met as strangers but turned out to be the most important part of each other’s life. But I can’t live with the guilt of pushing you every time in a danger zone. Let me cherish our moments and live alone. In your pensive mood talk

Blake glares at him, an ice cold, death stare. “You had your hands on her. Rule number one, dickhead, you don’t touch her. Rule number two, you are banned from the club. Now get lost, go on beat it.” “You can’t ban me from the club,” he retorts. What has this man got? A death wish? Blake looks like he is about to kill him. I can see the veins bulging on his neck and his temple is pulsating like it will tear a hole in his neck. I kind of thing its sexy, even though I shouldn’t.

For ten days, this black-sand paradise with its steaming geothermal pools and ancient lava fields would witness Lila’s ultimate breaking. She arrived at dusk, naked except for her silver collar and a sheer black robe that billowed in the warm volcanic wind. The air smelled of sulfur, salt, and distant smoke. Torchlight flickered across the black sand beach as the men gathered around a massive open pavilion built over a natural hot spring. Marcus and Damien led her to the center. Marcus’s voice rang out across the gathering. “Ten days. No restrictions. She is the Flame. Burn her. Consume her. Fill her until she overflows. This is her destiny.”