Forbidden Freedom Jasmin Miller Novels & Stories

That type of affirmation means absolutely nothing to me. If anything, I’m the one who makes the games and sets the rules that everyone needs to follow. So imagine my fucking surprise when I find myself dragged into a game I didn’t sign up for. A game that shouldn’t have existed in the first place. I’m in the middle of it now. Right there where the game—Anastasia— “You can play with me all you want. I’ll be your toy. Those mere words turned me into a fucking insatiable beast. I didn’t only win her in the middle of the game, but I also had every right to play with her, torture her, torment her.

She snapped her eyes open immediately as she sensed his touch on her wrist also, her heart was palpitating loudly as he was unlocking the cuffs. Butterflies, anxious butterflies with sharp wings fly endlessly in her stomach, and when she heard a click. A peaceful sense of feeling ran through her. She was finally free! She can now stand up and feel her butts that had been on this annoying and very uncomfortable chair for hours or even days. "Stand up, you are free." The guy announced unbothered glaring at her with disgust. For some moments, Jasira was stunned as she only stared into space, processing the shit that just happened. he decide to free her just after some hours he visited her. To e

He placed his hands on my breasts and fondled them to his satisfaction. I knew it was reckless. I knew it was wrong. He had just betrayed me. I was getting ready to be sold out. But I didn't care. For once, I let myself be free—free of fear, free of guilt, free of the world outside. And as Justin's lips trailed down my skin, I forgot everything else. ******** After he was done, he left me there on the crooked bed, pain wailing in-between my legs as he went to freshen up, he came again towering over me.

This was a fucking slaughterhouse dressed in glitter. I searched for Sara, my only anchor here. She's not my close friend or something but we are classmates. So I thought why not make new friends now. But I think it was the decision I ever made. I called. No response. She invited me. She was my only thread to safety. And that thread snapped the second I stepped inside this pit. Then the creeps came. “Hey!! Sexy, wanna dance?” Ethan and Jack Miller. Notorious. Dangerous. Walking red flags with smirks sharp enough to slice skin.

1. LISA I’m Nineteen years old, and my parents still believe I’m their innocent church girl who wouldn’t dare break a single rule. They have no idea how wrong they are. I’ve spent my entire life trapped in that house, watched like a prisoner. The moment their car leaves the driveway, I slip out, find girls who want the same thing I do, and let them devour my pussy in the back seat of cars or rundown motel rooms where no one asks questions. I’ve perfected the art of playing the perfect daughter while my body stays constantly hungry, cunt wet and aching for release.

So this was the end of my miserable life. After trying to be perfect for my family, trying to be perfect for the world, this was how I ended. Anna, a perfect daughter, skilled in fencing. She was the only child of a rich family. She was raised to show perfection in everything she did. She had to smile even when she was crying inside. She hated her life. She promised herself that she would one day escape and go live in the countryside quietly and peacefully, alone and far away from her father and stepmother.

"What a bunch of fools! How dare they insult my muse like this—it's outrageous." I gave a small, indifferent smile. "Forget it, Davis. They're not worth it." But Eleanor, upon hearing his name, froze in shock. "Wait—Davis? You mean the famous Parovine runway judge?" Davis nodded evenly. Eleanor's eyes went wide as she pointed between the two of us. "How are you two connected?" Davis shot her a withering glare. "We're friends. She's the chief fashion designer I personally invited back from abroad—Farah. Do you still need me to explain why we're together?"

Damien Cross looked up from the stack of papers, his dark brows pulling together in that serious way that always got me going. He was older, mid-thirties, with a sharp jawline and those broad shoulders straining against his button-down shirt. “Lila, you’re my brightest student, but you keep pushing this angle. Forbidden doesn’t make it right. It just makes the consequences messier.” His voice was low and rough, like he was trying to stay professional but failing a little more each week. I smiled, crossing my legs slowly so the fabric whispered against my skin. “Messy is the fun part. Take Anna Karenina.

She read the words one after the other; as her finger touched a part of the words, a secret hole opened, revealing a large book. Chloe was standing behind her, curious of what's happening She carried it, blow on it as the book was covered in dust. Chloe handed her a cloth and dusted it with it. The first thing her eye catches was the words on the front cover, "Forbidden" She read slowly.

No one even knew who she was at first. "An immoral woman who had a child out of wedlock." "A mentally unstable drunk driver." "If you're sick, get treatment. If you can't be cured, then just die!" Quentin's words cut deep, each one like a knife to my heart. The person Quentin tore apart with his harshest words and judged with the most hatred was me—the woman he'd loved for five years—and our three-year-old Ruby. Quentin loved kids. That was exactly why, when I found out I was pregnant, I told him right away and decided to have Ruby, even though the pressure was overwhelming.