Forbidden Love Books Novels & Stories

“Wеll, we lаdіеѕ lоvе оur book bоуfrіеndѕ.” An amused grin tоuсhеd hіѕ lірѕ. “Bооk bоуfrіеndѕ?” “Yеаh, thаt’ѕ what wе саll hot guуѕ іn bооkѕ that wе wіѕh wеrе rеаl.” His еуеbrоwѕ rоѕе іn ѕurрrіѕе. “And dо you have any bооk bоуfrіеndѕ?”

It was forceful… but deep inside, I knew I didn’t fight it the way I should have. "Forbidden love is like a poisoned apple… its beauty tempts you, its taste destroys you, but you still bite it until your last breath."

“I understand. You hаvе nоthіng to ароlоgіzе for. Forget іt.” Hе nеаtlу dismisses thе matter аnd again, I соuld hug him. Inѕtеаd, I rеѕtrаіn myself аnd take another gulр, lеttіng the саffеіnе revive mе. [Next POV from 'Carrie' in Chapter 51] ******** Author Note: Read My 2nd Best Premium Series "Forbidden Love Stories (Book 2)" on Goodovel. It's so hot and sizzling with amazing short erotic stories and I update the new chapter every day.

She had tried to bury her feelings for James, but they always seemed to resurface whenever she was around him. "Is something wrong, Lily?" James asked, sensing her discomfort. Lily took a deep breath and decided to be honest. "James, there's something I need to tell you," she said, her voice shaking. "I've been in love with you for a long time." James looked at her in shock. "What?" he said, clearly taken aback. "I know it's wrong," Lily continued, "and I've tried to fight it, but I can't help the way I feel. I'm sorry."

Anana tilted her head slightly. "Oh?" A look of genuine amusement crossed Lucien's face. "I never thought I'd live long enough to see Alpha Robert getting married." Anana blinked. Lucien actually laughed. "I'm serious." He leaned back into the chair. "The man spent decades avoiding every woman who looked in his direction." His amusement deepened. "I've personally watched him escape matchmaking attempts that would have defeated lesser men." A chuckle escaped him. "And now?" He spread his hands. "Apparently he's in love."

Dahlia I knew I shouldn't be doing this but this was so tempting. Every instinct screamed that this was a line you don’t just cross; you don’t even look over it but Mom had been the one to ask. It was forbidden but funny how I’ve always had a thing for the word called forbidden, but this? This was on a whole different level. I stood by the wood of the staircase, my fingers tracing the smooth railing as I waited for my stepdad to emerge from his room.

“I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be, Julian. I’m the girl who stole from the devil and realized she liked the fire.” He groaned, a low, guttural sound, and stood up, carrying me back toward the cool darkness of the bedroom. The sun was high, the world was moving on, but inside the walls of Julian Vane’s world, time stood still. The debt was long since paid, but the collection never ended. I was his prize, his obsession, and his greatest sin. And as he threw me onto the bed and moved to claim me once again, I realized that some cages were worth more than freedom.

“It wasn't easy. But seeing how much Dad regrets hurting you, and how you two... connect. I was angry, but I get it now. Love doesn't follow rules.” Love? The word hung in the air, electric. Mr. Alfred's gaze locked on mine, intense and hungry. Before I could process, he stood, pulling me up with him. His lips crashed against mine in a fierce kiss, his tongue invading my mouth as his hands roamed my body, squeezing my ass possessively. “Kamilla,” he growled against my skin, “I can't lose you. Not like this.” Katrina cleared her throat awkwardly. “I'll... give you two some space. Just... be careful this time.” She slipped out, leaving us alone.

The one I ache for in silence. The man who had me addicted to every look, every touch, every kiss. I wanted so badly to say it aloud, to claim him right then. But I couldn’t. Because Isaac wasn’t just anyone I could easily claim. He was my cousin. And in my world, that made him forbidden. Someone I could never parade as mine. Someone I could never dream of marrying. He was my secret, and a secret I prayed no one would ever expose even if I wanted to. Kenny’s gaze slid toward his direction and mine, burning with curiosity. “Ana, who’s he?” She tapped my arm, while her eyes lingered on him.

Shadows of bookshelves surrounded us, silent witnesses to our heat, our pleasure, our unrestrained craving. He brushed damp hair from my face, lips curling in a dark, knowing smirk. “This… is only the beginning,” he murmured. “Next time, we’ll go even further.” I pressed against him, gasping, sticky, trembling. My body would never be the same. Desire pulsed through me, insatiable, unrelenting. I wanted more. I needed more. Even as the library returned to silence, even as the shadows settled, I knew one thing: some pleasures could never be contained. Some encounters would haunt you, consume you, and leave you trembling, desperate, craving the next forbidden moment.