Forbidden Karla Sorensen Novels & Stories

“—that.” “I was working.” “At where? The Met Gala?” I couldn’t help the small smile that slipped out. But I covered it up with a groan and fished for my keys. WTF! MY KEYS?! “Oh, let me get your keys for you.” Ken said and rushed in. That’s right! Sophia was supposed to pick up one of my dresses, for restyling. So I had dropped off my keys with Ken. “Thank you so much.” I thanked him in relief as I collected the keys he was wiggling in my face.

His fury was relentless, merciless. He made sure that every single reporter who participated in that ridiculous press conference was blacklisted from ever stepping near their company again. Who had the courage to disseminate the fraudulent video? Ceynol will destroy their lives. Lily’s modeling agency, the empire she had once built with arrogance and greed, crumbled overnight. The company, already struggling with financial mismanagement, quickly spiraled into bankruptcy. The consequences of her reckless actions came faster than she had anticipated.

"We don’t have to rebuild the past. Just the parts worth saving." --- That night, Sophia sat on the porch while Katherine slept inside, sketching ideas on a notepad. Not corporate plans or marketing pitches. Just simple things: a garden, a community center, maybe a small foundation to support ethical drug development. Nothing flashy. Just... honest. She hadn’t known how much she missed this version of herself—the one who believed in creating something good. The sun dipped low over the waves, casting gold over everything. Her phone buzzed. A text from Elise: Carrington has been taken into custody. Formal arraignment set for next week. Will update you tomorrow.

I yelled, scuffling to get out of Reyansh's grip. "But you said to go on. It was you who ordered me." I had to stop then. It appeared I was hit by a tonne of bricks. It was my fault that I didn't listen to him when he wanted me to hear, at least. "What more do you know?" Arvik questioned him, while Reyansh was holding me still. Shawn firstly cleaned the blood oozing out from the corner of his lips, glaring at me, and then continued, "Six months back, Aditi Kohli was pregnant with her first child but she miscarried. Truth be told, the child was killed."

It felt like we’d been confined in this can for a lifetime instead of fifteen minutes. “Leandro Suarez,” I restate, “what does he have on you? You said he threatened you to pass a message to me.” Kara gnawed on her lower lip, eyes laser-focused on the road. “They have a video of me… a sex video,” she croaked silently. I can’t say I’m surprised. My expectation from her flew over the window long ago. In fact, I expect nothing from her anymore, but disappointment. “Sex video…” I parroted, acknowledging. “With whom?”

Seolurrie walked out without taking a glance behind. As they watched her departing back Max's thoughts are getting the best of him. He knew that he had something that he had to do before the fight can start. Something involving Seolurrie. "Well, gentleman, it seems that my granddaughter is not the kind of person who has bias on anything and decided to let us know the moment she will let everyone else. For now you are dismissed." President Carlton dismissed his underlings. The three men left the room withouy saying anything. Before Mr. Ambrose could close the room after Hunter Hale and Hunter Max got out, he looked at the president and founder of the Hunter's Organization and said,

With an annoying shrilling sound, Daniella pulled into the student parking lot and took a very deep breath to rein over her nerves and anger before unfastening her seatbelt. “We are not going to think about him again, dear heart. We have to hold onto the little bit of pride we have left. Do you understand?” She lowered her head and caressed her chest through her clothing and then spoke softly. Just then, her eyes closed and her mind conjured up images of Liam undressing an unknown woman and was soon sucking on one of her nipples while his teeth gritted over it.

"You wouldn't want her to become another Karin, would you?" As soon as he mentioned Karin, the incident at V. Style resurfaced in Larissa's mind. After that incident, negative information about Karin flooded the internet. It concluded reports of her selling her body to secure good roles from directors and investors, bullying less popular actors on set, modifying scripts without authorization to give herself more scenes, and so on.

But as I looked down at my hands, I realized they were shaking—not from fear, but from the sheer, overwhelming craving to walk down that hall, turn the handle, and remind her one more time that she was the only thing in this world that mattered to me. I straightened my shoulders, the mask of the distant, dutiful son sliding back into place. I had a dinner to attend. I had a father to deceive. But as I walked toward the stairs, I knew one thing for certain: Elena and her "legs for days" never stood a chance. Because once you’ve tasted the forbidden, the "perfect" choice just tastes like ash.