Forbidden Love Romance Novels & Stories

Their high school and college were filled with romantic memories. They were blindly in love and didn't care about the outcome, or their families approval, being in a Forbidden Love, the community and their families didn't approve of it. But they are stubborn enough and won't let anyone or some history bring an end to their relationship, so they ran away together.

Blurb Lyra's world shattered into a million pieces the night she found her destined mate, Alpha Kieran, locked in a passionate embrace with another woman at his birthday party. With cold finality, he rejected her as his mate and publicly chose the Beta's daughter instead. Broken and humiliated, Lyra crossed paths with a wounded Vampire being hunted by her own family and the pack's hunters. One reckless act of compassion changed everything. When the people she trusted abandoned her and left her to face death alone, the Vampire stepped out of the shadows, ready to break every rule for her sake. What began as a debt of gratitude quickly became something far more dangerous. The powerful Vam

She cut me off and I gulped softly before shaking my head. “I’m not going then. I can’t watch them drink…” I trailed away, mentally gagging at the thought that they’ll be having human blood as a drink rather than wine. “That’s why I’m here darling, to change your mind.” Ferra amused herself with a giggle and I watched her clutch my locket tightly before walking up to the door. “Wait, that’s mine-” “You want it? The come and get it.” She taunted, as if she’s taken candy from a child and I furrowed my eyebrows in annoyance.

I loved her stubbornness. It was slowly breaking me though knowing that I couldn’t give her what she needed, what was expected of her. Her father wanted her to meet her mate and then expected her to go on and reproduce, making little wolf cubs to join the pack. This was physically impossible for us to do. Vampires and werewolves, not that it had ever been attempted, couldn’t reproduce together. I was beginning to simply hate our bond, I could never hate Isabella but why would the moon goddess do this to us?

forgive him" with my fingers in the air. "Okay, slow down Allison. Take a deep breath." He brought his hand to my shoulder and sighed. "I know it's hard, but I want you to try. I'm sure he already feels bad for doing that. Sometimes, we take some actions which may seem wrong because of love. We don't do it because it's the right thing or it should be done that way but we do it because our loved ones are involved. So please forgive Alpha Theo. His actions might have been wrong but they were out of love." I sighed and took a sip of the fruit juice.

“But it’s a forbidden romance, right? We can use it—” “No,” I interrupted. “Can you just let this Cade Hunter stuff rest? Let’s talk about actual reference samples.” “But I think your story is fresh and—” “Romeo and Juliet,” I said. “That’s a classic example of forbidden romance.” “And how was their relationship forbidden?” He shot back. “Their families hated each other, yet they still fell in love. Readers were drawn to their story because it wasn’t easy love. It was yearning… tension…”

"Then you need to talk to her. Because she's been locked in her room for three days. Won't talk to anyone. Barely eats. She's as miserable as you are." "She won't respond to my texts." "Then go knock on her door. Actually try. For once in your life, fight for something instead of running away." I stood up. "Are we okay?" "No. But we will be. Eventually. If you stop lying." "I promise. No more lies." "Good." Sophie paused. "And Dad? If you're going to date my best friend, there are rules. No kissing in front of me. No talking about your relationship to me. And absolutely no details about anything physical. Ever."

I'm afraid that when the time comes, I won't know which one side to choose. "Kiss Me." I look forward to fulfilling his every order as I do these on-purpose mistakes while stealing these perfect and forbidden moments of passion from him. I can’t stop at the kisses, but I pull it on myself, painfully aware of what I do, but I don't give myself a chance to give up, but more I ardently persuade him with kisses, words, and touches to be fiercer, more violent, to ravage me strongly and leave his traces all over me. The morning before, I sneak out of his room and run to my room and take a shower wash away all these treacherous smells and traces in my tangled hair, red and sweaty skin, while only o

It's forbidden, and this is our goodbye. With that knowledge, I lose myself and kiss him more demandingly, take more than what I deserve. I touch him with my palms, feel his warm breath like a soft caress against my skin, and then I forget where he ends, and I begin when our tongues interlock. Is this what I've been missing my entire life? Samael tastes like delicious, searing flames. Yet it hurts to kiss someone who you can't have—forbidden love chews the best. My insides are aching, already missing him.

“It is me that I hate.” He frowned before trying to hold me close to him. “Are you saying that you hate yourself for kissing me?” “That kiss was a mistake and I regret–” “How could you say that to me when we both know what you’re saying right now is the opposite of what you really felt at that time?” He suddenly cut me off from speaking. “That’s not true.” I tried to push him away from me. “We both know what happened is wrong!” He suddenly pulled me towards him and embraced me tightly with his hand slowly caressing the back of my head. “I love you, Isla…”