Forbidden Fruit Novels & Stories

Wren Callahan and Josie Hart have been a pair since the day they were born. Their friendship runs on a list of rules, and one outranks the rest: a best friend's brother is off-limits. For years, that was easy. Josie's older brother, Theo, treated Wren like a kid sister, and she saw him as the big brother she never had. But in his senior year and her sophomore year at Larkspur High, something changes. It starts out quiet and confusing, then grows into something neither can deny.

It’s sick. "Shut the fuck up," I muttered under my breath, adjusting the growing bulge in my trousers, squeezing the base of my cock through the pocket of my jeans to try and kill the ache. It didn't work. I didn't care about the sin. I cared about the fruit. The forbidden fruit. And the darker the sin, the sweeter the taste.

The fur on its body was still looking wet. Thus it took no time for me to understand what happened here. I saw one of my men running on the way, already folding his shirt, and was ready to jump down into the water. I made a signal to stop him, " No! Wait." He halted in his tracks and gave me a confused look. Without breaking my eye contact from the water, I walked over to the chair and sat down leisurely before reaching out for the lemonade. Since she didn't follow my command, she deserved to be punished!

“But I will not pretend the air between us is clean. Every time you sing, I hear the want in your voice. Every time I preach about the flesh, I see the colour rise in your cheeks. We both know what this is.” My mouth is dry. “What is it?” “Forbidden Pleasure.” He says the word like it tastes good. “And you are already half lost to it.” I cannot answer. My heart is beating too hard. My skin feels too tight. Between my legs there is a low, steady pulse that has no business being there in a church. Pastor Hale sets the sheet music down on the stall. He straightens his coat. “Practice is over for today. Go home, Grace. Sit at your mother’s table. Bow your head for evening prayer. But when you cl

It was starving. I leaned in, my forehead resting against hers. I could feel her rapid breath on my face. "You see now, don't you?" I whispered. "Once you taste the forbidden fruit, Rhiannon, there is no going back. You’re ruined for him. You’re ruined for anyone else." I brushed a strand of hair from her forehead. My hand was shaking. Me. Shaking. Because the need to bury my cock inside her was a pain. Like a knife twisting in my gut.

The pack historians claimed it started when one of my ancestors broke a sacred promise to the Moon Goddess, but the exact details had been lost to time. I stood and walked to the window, staring out at the dark forest that surrounded our territory. "You think producing an heir will solve this problem? The curse doesn't stop with my mate. It will take them too." Marcus sighed heavily. "We can't know that for certain. There might be a way to break the pattern..." "There is no way!" I snapped, spinning to face them. "This curse is absolute. It doesn't matter how many alliances I form or how much territory we control. Any woman who tries to carry my child will die."

Naya Hart If you just finished reading this, let's say a prayer together. Oh Lord, forgive me for I have sinned. 🙏🏽 And honestly? I am not even sorry. If you made it all the way to the end of Forbidden Desires — from Ruin Me Stepfather down to My boyfriend ,y stepbrother, you are built differently and I respect you deeply. 😭🖤 This book was never for the faint of heart. It was for the ones who read with the door locked and the brightness turned all the way down.

“The Maledictus pack… I saw smoke just beyond our territory. It could be a false alarm, but I guess you could all agree with me that what we’re feeling isn’t just a fluke.” A murmur of unease rippled through the group. I could see the fear in their eyes, the doubt starting to take hold. These weren’t ordinary foes we were up against. The Maledictus were a force of nature—twisted, dark, and driven by an insatiable hunger for power.

Warmth coursed through my body, my stomach twitching, my breath hitching as I jerked my hand down my cock, stroking it slowly and gently. "Scarlett..." her name slipped out of my parted lips as I threw my head back. Fuck it! It has been five years. Five years of torture and pain. Five years of wanting a woman who is forbidden for me, denying my desires yet the flame still burns. My best friend's daughter. How could I want her in my bed? How could I desire her when there are several other women out there who would do anything to grace my bed? But sadly, it has to be her. It can't be any other woman but Scarlett. She has the key to my wild fantasy.