Forbidden Love 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 ou

He stepped out of the car. In the night club. "Thank God!. Somehow, you agreed to come here." The loud music echoed in the nightclub. She said while sitting on the sofa. "I need to go" He felt suffocated. Kate grabbed his hand. "Please! " She was about to cry. He sat again. His facial expression showed how much he was forced to be there. "Please! For my sake." She poured a glass of wine. She moved glass towards him. "She forbade me. She hates this." He denied. He has left drinking for a decade. He was

I angrily told him. Yeah... Tania was my girlfriend. She was Alex's friend. When I saw her for the first time, I kind of liked her. We would go on dates after I told her my feelings. She was very caring. One thing I kept secret from her. I did not tell her that I am a prince. One dayI decided to propose her. I called her and messaged her but she was neither answering my calls and attending messages. I got worried as this was the first time otherwise in just 2 or 3 rings, she immediately used to pick my calls. I decided to check upon her. I walked out of my hotel and went to her apartment. The door was closed so I used another key to open it. Actually this apartment was gifted by me to her on

My hand lingered on her skin longer than it should have. “I’m sorry,” I whispered, voice cracking. “I never meant to hurt you.” But even as I said it, the mark on my neck throbbed, a hot secret reminder of the man waiting for me tonight. And I hated myself for how much I still wanted to go to him. But this was forbidden. I shouldn’t do this, not just because he was a man, when I’d spent my whole life swearing men did nothing for me, but because the age gap was something I could never say out loud without people judging.

Ved said cupping her cheeks. “Do you love me?” Ved asked but Marya pulled away from his embrace leaning to the other side of the tub facing him. She knew she loves him but she is scared to lose him. She knows this won't last long and these feelings will only bring more pain to him. “This love can never be accepted Ved, you know what this type of love is called?” Mayra said and took a pause. “This is Stained love,” She said looking straight into Ved’s eyes. Ved didn’t know what to say to that statement but he got angry at her words. How can she disrespect his love for her and more importantly herself?

Such a forbidden love transcends societal norms and boundaries, leaving you in a whirlwind of intense emotions that threaten to consume your very essence. A chance encounter, a stolen glance, and a heart that betrays all reason. The story begins innocently enough, a narrative spun by the impulse of fate. Two souls, entwined by destiny, yet bound by the shackles of circumstance. It is in this complexity that the true essence of forbidden love takes root.

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.

Because I feel the faint whispers of breath on my nape. “Some say if you listen closely inside the cave, you’ll hear her crying. Others say she whispers to lovers who pass through, warning them not to repeat her mistakes.” “What mistakes?” “Falling in love with a man she couldn’t have.” His voice drops, almost as though it hurts to say it. “She fell in love with a soldier who was sworn to the gods. He was forbidden to touch her, but he did. Over and over until they were both caught.” “So she got thrown in and him…?”

Elena's POV The fantasy vanished like smoke. I was alone under the spray, heart hammering against my ribs, face burning with a sudden, brutal embarrassment. “What is wrong with me?” I whispered to the empty bathroom. I could not keep doing this. Adrian had never promised me the kind of love that lived only in my head. I could not keep building futures out of moments that existed solely when I closed my eyes. Every time I let the fantasy take me, the return to reality felt sharper, colder, more lonely.

The beast suddenly jumped, biting the black-robed man's arm and throwing it away with his strength, then he knocked the other man down with his big hind legs, he let out a fierce roar, and repeatedly licked his sharp teeth. I was sitting in the doorway, and suddenly behind me, I was sitting at the door, and all of a sudden, behind me, a voice rang out. "Dare you, boring with living?" "Hmm… Clinton again, come on." The men dressed in black descended from the terrace and disappeared. I turned to horror, a beautiful girl, short blond lemon hair and bright orange amber eyes, her bodice floating. The moonlight behind the girl made her look even better. "Thank you." Without her, I might have been