Forbidden Fruit Book Novels & Stories

Introduction: In the hot, hazy summer of a small town, an eighteen-year-old nerd accidentally enters a forbidden world of desire that will change his life forever. He is stuck in a house full of tension and unspoken anger, and he can't stop thinking about the one woman he shouldn't want—his beautiful, curvy mother. When a heated argument starts a fire of raw, wild desire, their relationship turns into a secret dance of seduction and surrender. In the back of a minivan, where they can steal glances and whisper secrets, they cross a line that ties them together in a web of forbidden love. This is a story about love, guilt, and the thrilling thrill of giving in to what is wrong. Every touch is

Nicholas insisted on tidying up, brushing off my offer to help. He was just simply stubborn. So, I decided to roam around as he cleaned up our little mess. It is also to make the food go down. I wandered among the shelves, trailing my fingers over the spines of the books. The piles of books are fascinating since they all look classic and just ancient. While looking, my gaze landed on one of the books where a piece of paper slipped out. I grabbed the book, saw the title as Forbidden Devotion, and found a nearby table. Perched on the edge of the table, I eagerly flipped through the pages. But instead of a story, I stumbled upon a stash of folded papers nestled within the book's pages.

“He was a man. A necromancer. Summoned to protect the realm. He tried to close the Rifts using death magic instead of destruction. It backfired. Horribly.” Alaric’s jaw clenched, but he said nothing, his eyes scanning the summoning diagrams with visible tension in his shoulders. I added softly, “The Forbidden Fruit from the Southern Kingdom was part of the failure.” At that, Alaric finally spoke again, voice low and controlled. “That fruit hasn’t been cultivated for two centuries. The southern borders outlawed it. It was believed to cause madness.” “Or necromantic disaster.” He exhaled sharply through his nose. “The council will want to hear this.”

What else does she want me to do? "I really can't believe you. You never fail to hurt me with your words. Why are you apologizing, huh? You hate being with me that much that you think it's a sin? That it's something that we should forget, and not remember anymore? You think that?" she blurted. My eyes landed at the fruit she was eating. I found myself staring at with fear. It's a forbidden fruit. Usually, people who eat are the pregnant women who wants to lose their baby.

Thea wasn't tall but of average height. She saw a book which caught her interest and tried to pick it up from the shelf. She successfully did but while she was taking it, her eyes caught another book which was titled. "A forbidden love." Painful, but she was experiencing the same situation. Thea was curious to see the contents of the book. The book seemed quite old and she was certain that a copy of it might not be available to get from the local market. She was also not familiar with the Reigns kingdom so she doubted that she could get the same book. She looked at the back cover of the book. It was thick and brownish. The title was visibly written on the back edge of the book with golden th

Some marriages are built on love. Others are built on power. And sometimes, love is not destroyed by betrayal or cruelty— But by necessity. That night, as fireworks painted the sky and the kingdom celebrated unity, I lay awake once more beneath silk and shadow. My mother had gained a crown. Elarion had gained stability. And I had learned a truth that no fairy tale ever tells: Sometimes the greatest sacrifices are not made on battlefields. They are made quietly. In gardens. In silence. And no one applauds them.

"What you did slowly broke you making it harder on the process and now that you finally experienced what it feels having magical energy you were so happy even though knowing it isn't yours at all. You will break yourself more, you'll feel a much deeper despair and completely throw yourself to the void---" "I said shut up!! Is it wrong to want to live normally like other people?! Is it wrong to dream?! You don't know what it feels, so shut you mouth!!" "You see, I have lived my whole life imprisoned in a room. Not knowing the world, there was even one time that I don't care about it at all. You think you know what living normally means? No, you don't. Because people has their own meaning of l

So, I believed we would all agree to my suggestion because we were all K-pop fans. “How about Samgyeopsal Party?” “Well, that the best idea ever.” Roz said. “And Soju, of course!” Lexy added. **** So, after getting all the things we need for our party at that night. We passed through a bookstore. I told them that there was a book I wanted to buy. So, I asked them to stop by and look for some psychology books or any book that could help us to our internship. While roaming around the store, there was a book which caught my attention and that was “Overcoming Extreme Introversion”. I didn’t know if there were such words as extreme introversion but when I opened the book, it was not really the bo

We sat on the garden ground with a picnic mat eating fruits, I thought she came to see me but apparently she came to eat fruits, Swallowing, she said, “of course I am, why wouldn't I be?” Moaning, “oh my god Lisa, how exactly do they farm these grapes it's so good,” Sighing I ignored her rubbing my stomach, “I'm glad you're enjoying your grapes,” I muttered to myself. All I want right now is to be wrapped up in Daniel's arms, I don't know exactly where it started but right now all I want is Daniel every time and minute.

Chapter twenty seven— forbidden fruit ☆Micaiah's POV☆ Her lips crashed into mine like a fucking storm, hungry and desperate, tasting of forbidden fruit I'd craved for years. Maliya's kiss wasn't sweet—it was raw, her tongue invading my mouth, swirling with mine in a wet, sloppy dance that made my cock twitch hard against my jeans. The kitchen became our battlefield: the cold marble counter dug into my ass, the fridge hummed like it mocked our restraint, shadows from the dim light played over her curves like they begged to be devoured. But fuck the world—it was just her, pressed tight against me, her tits heaving with each breath, nipples already peaking through that thin shirt like little in