Forbidden Fruit Story Novels & Stories

It reminds her of a story about a starving traveler. Imagine you have been hiking for days. You are exhausted, thirsty, and starving. Your throat is parched, your stomach is cramping with hunger. Suddenly, you see a tree. Hanging from the branch is a single, magnificent, golden fruit. It smells divine. It looks like salvation. You know that one bite would satisfy your hunger and quench your thirst. But you also know, deep down, that the fruit is poisonous. It might taste sweet for the first bite. It might give you a moment of euphoria. But eventually, the poison will seep into your blood. It will rot you from the inside out. It will kill you.

Green like envy, mischief, springtime, and every bad decision Blake wanted to make all at once. Blake pressed his palms over his eyes, trying to block out the image. But his brain was a traitor. It painted pictures anyway, of Reid grabbing him by the collar, shutting him up with a kiss, and biting that smirk right off his lips. “Let’s make it interesting,” Reid said, casual as ever. “Next round—if you lose, you suck me off.” Blake sat up like he’d been electrocuted. His face flushed crimson. His heart punched against his ribs.

Elen yelled, her frustration and hurt evident. “We didn’t hide it, you were just blind to see it,” Addison said, with a smug smile on their face. "Ah, yes, I remembered. All books about fairies are forbidden, that's why you don't have any idea about your birth." As tears blurred her vision, Addison approached her, holding a vial containing a deadly substance. In a chilling manner, they said, “Goodbye, Elen,“ and forced the Vial into her trembling mouth.

Raw and beautiful. And then a video. He hit play. Mia’s laughter burst from the speakers. Her light, infectious laughter echoed off the tiled walls of the locker room. The scene was in their Airbnb kitchen. She stood at the counter, arguing as she held a slice of pineapple pizza up like a trophy. “Pineapple pizza is pizza. You just lack the taste buds for royalty,” she teased. He groaned on camera. “It’s an abomination. You don’t mix fruit and cheese. That’s sacrilege.”

“Not a chance!” “It’s for the best, and you know it,” I retorted before blocking him out of my mind, focusing on the woman I craved but could not have. Truth be told, it was not even about ethics. Our laws allowed us to claim our mates, regardless of status, provided we were meant to be. No one would dare to ruin his life over a chosen mate, but a fated one? Oh hell and damnation, I knew she would be so worth it. Her spike, her wit, the way her eyes crinkled as she smiled… everything about her was starting to appeal to me in ways it shouldn’t.

I have never been so deprived and sexually frustrated in my life. At this point, I would like to say Mr De Vito was just wicked and trying to punish me for all the times I seduced him. Because really, why the hell was he depriving me of what I wanted? It was like dangling a steak in front of a starving lion and then walking away. Cruel, deliberate, wicked.

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.

They hollow out the soul and leave you standing among the pieces, trying to remember what it felt like to be whole. He could not deny that it had felt exciting and thrilling but at what cost? As he recalled the cost of of the excitement and Forbidden Pleasures he had allowed himself to crave and enjoy, he could not believe how childishly immature and stupid he had been. Now he had lost everything and those moments that had seemed ecstatic felt meaningless. If only he could do it all over again, he knew the choices he would make but life gave no such second chances.

“The thing that ties all three of us together.” Behind him, Ryan and Alex froze. And in that moment, I understood This story wasn’t about forbidden desire. It was about a past that had been waiting for me to step into it. And once I did… There would be no going back.

I gaze at Axel, wishing that one of us can disappear or be eaten by the ground. “Are you not curious if you'll respond to me when you're sober?” He added, like that snake who deceived Eve in the Garden of Eden, provoking her to eat that forbidden fruit that tastes so sweet, Axel is that fruit, and tonight I will let me be Eve. I nod at him; a few moments later, we find ourselves in the hotel room, in completely closed doors, hungry for each other.