Forbidden Fruit Novels & Stories

“You know you can tell me anything. Just say it.” “Okay.” My voice shook. “I’ve never been satisfied with normal sex. Vanilla stuff… it doesn’t work for me. I need something rougher. Primal. I like being chased. Hunted. I get off on the fear, the loss of control, being treated like prey and fucked hard. That’s why all my relationships fell apart after a month. No one could give me what I really wanted.” Micah’s eyebrows rose, but he stayed quiet, listening. “I found this underground club called the Provocative Playground. It’s a primal play space with a maze. You choose to be prey or predator. I always chose prey… and I always chose sex. I’ve been going there for months to get what I need.”

I quipped. "I don't know, Mr Freud. You think I want sex with myself?" mum giggled. "Doesn't everybody," Izzy joked. "Who knows?" mum said. "Anyway, I'm going to go upstairs in a minute to fuck your dad, covered in cum. That should let you know how much your father loves what's happening between us." "Really?" I said, naively. "Really, baby. Forbidden fruit is the sweetest fruit," mum added. "We have only one rule. This stays between the four of us in this house. It stops when either of you two decides it must."

It’s very formal between us. - What are you saying. You just said he has been taking care of you! Then? - Yeah, he is. But whenever I try to talk to him or get closer to him, he seems to withdraw himself. Distance himself from me. Like I am forbidden for him. - Forbidden fruit is the most attractive one. So, I am sure he is attracted to you just like you are! - When did I say I am attracted to him!

"I don't know you!" He might be a kidnapper. With the rate of kidnappers increasing by the day, all these could be strategy to get me and I'm not falling for it. He caught me again, and pinned me against the wall, his hand on my belly this time. "He lied to you about fruits...." I looked up at him urgently immediately he said that. Fruits? Then he continued again, "The reason why the best fruits are forbid is because, they only belong to certain people and not the general public!"

He let out a noncommittal sound in the back of his throat, which I couldn’t figure out, and then he said the words I had long been waiting for, “You’re dismissed. No more kissing random strangers though!” “Yes, Mr Blackwood,” I nodded at him gravely. It was a mistake. I knew it, he knew it, and he clearly wasn’t pleased too… But somehow, the feeling of his lips haunted me all day.

Next came the strawberries. He selected the ripest one—plump, red, already weeping juice at the stem—and dragged it through the chocolate still ed on her mound. The fruit came away glistening. He brought it to her lips first; she opened immediately, tongue curling around the chocolate-coated berry before she bit down. The juice burst across her tongue at the same moment he pressed the half-eaten strawberry against her clit and rubbed. The texture was devastating—soft, slightly rough seeds against the hyper-sensitive bundle of nerves. He circled, pressed, dragged the fruit up and down her slit, painting her with strawberry juice and leftover chocolate until everything was slick and obscene.

“B-but why?” I sighed, summoning the remaining courage left in me. “Because I like you, okay? And I am tired of being told that I am too good for anyone. Screw that. I want to make bad decisions. To hang around the wrong people. To taste the forbidden fruit!” “So, I am that bad decision huh?” He raised a brow at me, amusingly, his arms now wrapping around his broad chest. “And the forbidden fruit too. Just wow. I can never be spared an opportunity to to be reminded that I am the bad guy, can I?”

“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.”

I turned around, taking that as a yes, and she started talking. “Thousands of years ago, a forbidden child was born. It was forbidden for two different realms to be together, but sadly, it happened and bore a forbidden fruit. That child was frozen for a thousand years but after so many fights and battles for that child, she was taken to the mundane world to be taken care of by a human,” the old woman blurted out. “Who is the child and what does it have to do with me?” I asked, unsure. “You are Melonie Aeron, the forbidden fruit,” She declared.

Glinda said and that worried me. "Then, we need to stay away from each other," I said and everyone looked at me. "What do you mean?" Sofia asked. "I am not a good person. I have done a lot of terrible things. If she is with me she will definitely become evil. I can't let that happen," I said "Edward, you don''t know that. You are her mate. I am sure you will make sure that doesn't happen," Sofia replied "I am evil. I have killed. I have done so many terrible things. I will only ruin her," I said