Novel & Cerita Forbidden Freedom Jasmin Miller

The second she saw my red eyes, she knew. She calmly took the shirt from me. "Maybe Ava or one of the girls left it here when they brought their boyfriends over." I lowered my head, hands shaking. Not from sadness. From disgust. Yvonne clearly got the wrong idea. She lifted a hand and brushed my cheek, almost compulsively. "Jared, know what I like most about you?" Before I could answer, she answered herself. "Obedient." I'd heard that word more times than I could count.

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.

“You really won’t stop until every last one of them pays, huh?” Ceynol finally met her gaze, his expression unreadable. “They let a murderer walk free. They let a psychopath get close to you—again. You really think I’d just let that go?” She swallowed hard, remembering the feeling of being watched on the island. The unease in her gut hadn’t been paranoia—it had been real. Fame had been there, lurking, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. Jade exhaled sharply, leaning forward to lace her fingers with Ceynol’s. “I know. And I love you for it. But we’re safe now. Crown is waiting for us.”

The craving tightened inside her like a knot, stubborn and demanding. That cock. Gosh! That 9 inches cock that fucked her mouth all the way to her throat until she was gagging and gasping for breath yet didn’t want him to stop. The vivid image blazed behind her eyes, impossible to push away. This was wrong. Very wrong. She was beginning to desire this a little too much and Jasmine feared that she might drawn in the desire to have the pleasure that existed only within the confined of Jerald’s red room. The forbidden allure pulled her in despite her better judgment.

“About the poison inside those people, why did they plant poison inside them if they can just kill them by hiring people with the killing promise? What happened? Carson asked. “Killing promise is one of the forbidden promises. There were only a few of us who still live and we need to hide ourselves from the higher ups. “ sadness can be seen on his face. “But you’re the one who is stronger than them, why don’t you guys just kill their promise and help the people?” He asked. “It’s not as easy as you think. The ruler killed her wife and that news spread out to the whole city. People wanted them to be expelled as their ruler but they refused and threatened everyone who dared to fight against the