Forbidden Love Duty And Devastating Betrayal Novels & Stories

No part of this novel may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the author. The Forbidden Love Series will be slightly different from the ones I've written so far. The stories in this series are not connected to each other. They are each stand-alone stories, and all of them feature forbidden love. A Short Synopsis: Twenty-four-year-old Serenity Parker had always been in love with her older brother's best friend, Alexander Dawson who was two years older than her. Soon she found out that he was too interested in his underground fight clubs and

“But there is still something we can do. Our worlds might be different but we love each other, right? I love you.” “Loving me will only put you in danger. Please let me go. We won't work out anyway.” She stepped away from him, tears gathering in her eyes. “No, we can make it work. You're the one I want. I can't lose you.” “I'm forbidden from loving you, Dominic. It's a cruel fate I'm forced to accept. Don't make things hard for me anymore. Let's end this.” she tightened her fists.

She turned toward him, heart thudding. “Who?” He looked her dead in the eye. “Your stepmother.” --- Delilah. The name struck like thunder. “Delilah hated my mother, but—” Yvette faltered. “You think she had something to do with this?” “I know she did,” Tristan said. “There are rituals in the Network that require familial betrayal. You weren’t just stolen from as a child, Yve. You were offered.” Yvette staggered back. “No.”

he looked straight into my eyes gulping loudly, “What do you mean?” “I'm Daniel Winston, yes ‘’the’ Daniel Winston and I'm not just anyone to Lisa, I'm the father of her child,” I answered with a pointed look. He exahled shakenly, yes I too have had the rumors about me but the difference is ... .it's not a rumor, everything said about me is true. I enjoy seeing people suffer and I don't flinch in sight of danger, that is until I fell in love . I've always perceived love as a weakness and promised never to feel such, but one night with my goddess and here we are. But of course I can never tell anyone about it. It's my little secret.

His arm tightened around my waist, pulling me even closer, as if to physically brand me as his. I tried to speak, to ask, to understand, but the words caught in my throat. His confession, his possessiveness, it was overwhelming. It was everything I had secretly craved, twisted into something far more terrifying than I had ever imagined. He wasn't just my forbidden fantasy; he was my captor, in a way I hadn't foreseen. "Gabriel..." I managed, my voice a weak whisper.

But eventually, she surrenders… not out of weakness, but because love this forbidden cannot be denied. Dante, the man who swore to ruin her, is a world unto himself. In his kingdom, there are no rules. He is controlling. Obsessive. Jealous. Ruthless. A dark ruler forged from hate and vengeance. Yet the woman he vowed to destroy becomes the one he is willing to give up everything, even his life, for. Together, they are chaos and fire. Destruction and love. The beginning of an ending that should never exist. Trigger Warnings This book ventures into dark places. Some scenes are raw. Some are heavy. And not everything is safe. It contains sexual content, abuse, and emotional intensity that may n

“Don’t tell me this is your first time?” “It is,” I admitted. My parents were church elders, deeply rooted in purity culture, where alcohol was forbidden and virtue was prized above all else. Twenty-one years old, and I had never tasted a drop of liquor, and never felt a man’s touch beyond a hug. “There’s always a first time,” he said gently, pouring red wine into the glasses. The first sip made me wince—it was sweet at first, then sharp, the taste blooming strangely across my tongue. It burned just enough to feel new, but underneath, it warmed me, like a temporary relief.

She thought, too, about her own place inside that manipulation — chosen, deliberately, months before she'd ever set foot in Harriet's office, not for her own sake but as an instrument in Desmond Cade's elaborate scheme to save his son from himself. It should have made her angry. Some part of her, she recognized, probably was angry, or would be, once the shock fully settled. But mostly, sitting there in the cooling afternoon light, she found herself thinking about the year that had actually unfolded — Sadie's pancake test, the terrace conversations, Freddy's diner, the slow, hard-won honesty they'd built together, one difficult conversation at a time. Whatever manipulative scheme had set the

“The media knows. Our ‘love story’ is trending. Phoenix Holdings released a statement praising the union. We have our first public appearance tonight; charity gala at the Met. You’ll smile. You’ll cling to my arm. And you’ll let them photograph us like the perfect newlyweds.” I zip up my pencil skirt with shaking fingers. “I know how to act.” “Good.” He steps close again, adjusting the collar of my blouse so it hides the hickey. His fingers linger. “Because if you slip, I’ll drag you into the nearest private room and remind you exactly who you belong to now.” My core clenches at the threat. I hate myself for it. I step back. “Your family destroyed mine. Don’t think a few orgasms erase fiftee

Victor and Isabella let me down. Victor, the man I trusted and loved hid a truth that changed how I saw him. Isabella, my daughter kept secrets that could tear our family apart. Their lies and silences hurt me. I felt angry, sad and disbelieving.I rubbed my temples. How did everything fall apart fast? One minute we were getting ready for an event. The next I was facing betrayal. My heart hurt knowing the people I trusted were breaking apart.I tried to understand my feelings. I was angry at Victor. I was disappointed in Isabella. I realized I was blind. All of it was crashing together inside me. I thought about the envelope, the party and the whispers from guests. The images and feelings woul