Forbidden Freedom Jasmin Miller Novels & Stories

She didn't want to admit to herself that she treats her as her role model and started abusing the power she holds and the authority she gained. She now felt the thick air and felt suffocated. It became harder and harder to breath and she clutched her chest trying to ease the pain. Drelia was also stunned, but unlike Aliza she immediately pulled herself together even with the anguish that was slowly eating her whole. She pulled Aliza towards Selmish and her son. "What the hell do you mean?" Although General Griffin sounded calm his heart was beating fast than anyone of them. His eyes started shaking so bad while looking up at Selmish who just stared at him in silence.

Title: My Forbidden Lover "Hurry, run." Charles told Jane as they ran through the hall into a store. "Over here Jane, listen, this is not a time to cry do you understand?" He shook her. "But why? Why didn't you tell me there is a blood sucking demon that hunts strangers if they try to sleep over. Why Charles? Why did you bring me here to die." she cried and hit him continuously. "Look at me, I will get you out of here alive, trust me but the thing is all doors are locked, you will keep going that way and I will go into the security room to unlock the doors and....."

"You dragged me up here in February as collateral and it took you five months and a war to learn how to open your hand. I watched you learn it. It nearly killed you both times. And now you're standing at your own glass in your own kingdom trying to give away the one thing you actually want in the entire world because some broken part of you still, still, thinks you don't get to keep good things." "Zariah-" My voice, raw at the edges. "You said there's nothing holding me here." She took another step. "You're right. No debt, no gun, no cage. Naomi gave me the card on the tarmac and told me I was the freest woman in Georgia and she wasn't wrong." Another step. She was close now, close enough th

I stood there awkwardly near the doorway, completely unsure how to draw his attention toward me properly. I remember I was told to initiate to show willingness and if he doesn’t like me, I could get a strike. 3 strike and I am out and would be needing to refund the eighty grand, I can’t do that when spending it was worth it. So, a crazy Idea pop in, I pick a grape in my mouth and gently remove his newspaper, his eyes found mine as I sat on his lap, I place it at the tip, watching him slowly want to take it.

Closing her eyes, memories from the previous night clawed their way back into her mind. His arms. His whispers. His touch. Her breathing hitched as shame flooded every inch of her being. Tears gathered beneath her lashes before rolling silently down her cheeks. How could she...? How could she have found comfort in the arms of the very man who had stolen her freedom? Her fingers released the bedsheet only to bury themselves in her hair, tugging painfully at the strands as though the ache could silence the chaos inside her head. She felt filthy. Used. Broken. Violated.

On the way to the hospital in my daughter's car, my legs felt cramped, so I adjusted the angle of the passenger seat. A second later, I heard a soft snap from beneath the seat. A toothpick had broken. I jumped in fright as my daughter, Marissa Langford, slammed on the brakes, her face turning pale. "Why would you touch that? Tyler set that seat to a specific position on purpose. He uses it to check whether another man has been sitting in the passenger seat. How am I supposed to explain this now?" Realizing I'd caused trouble for her marriage, I immediately sent Tyler Ashford, my son-in-law, an apology. Hours passed without a reply. Eventually, all I received was a cold laughing emoji.

Twenty-four year old and I can’t distinguish lies woven into literature. If there’s anything to take home as a lesson IF I ever get out of this place, it is to avoid books that tell nothing but lies. Then again... Alongside the heat of anger is the reminder of Jay’s face. If I’m not well versed in the language men speak, I would have said he looked worn down with defeat. But I’m done. I’m done with this lies. I won’t jump into another gilded cage because some dark haired, brown skinned man with the eyes of a siren thinks we’re fated to be.

She was playing a dangerous game, trapped between a father’s love and a son’s desire, while an enemy stood at the gates with a shovel, ready to bury her. As she stared at the door, she realized the "forbidden" nature of her life wasn't just a thrill anymore. It was a noose, and it was tightening. She wanted Jayden to be with anyone he wants, even though it will hurt, but not Scarlett of all people. That night, Lena dreamt of a house made of glass and Scarlett standing outside with a handful of stone s, waiting for the perfect moment to shatter everything.

Serena’s POV Lila’s words hung in the air like thick smoke and it was suffocating me. “Then you better be ready to bleed,” she said, her smirk sharp as she raised her whiskey glass. My hands trembled, as rage and fear twisted in my gut. The idea of surrendering to Daniel Hawthorne’s disgusting proposal to become his mistress made my skin crawl. But Lila’s insistence that I had no other way out slapped me even though it was the truth.

Jasmine looked into Jackson's eyes and said, "I am a girl full of shame and sin. This is my true place, and I hope you understand." "No! This is not your place; I will ask that man to let you go. Whatever it takes, I will pay him; the most important thing is for you to be free." "You're late; maybe when you came before I was here, I would have accepted your offer. But right now, I can't accept your offer. I am a despicable woman who has slept with many men. You can sleep with me anytime you want," Jasmine explained, and she walked away, leaving Jackson alone outside the club.