Forbidden Love Stories Novels & Stories

Others claim she died of a broken heart caused by the betrayal of her lover. The stories were always spoken in secret because admitting a child dedicated to the gods—someone who should forever remain pure as sacrifice for our werewolf kind could fall in love was scandalous enough. But to say she fell in love with K'thar, the forbidden god of the night? That was the kind of heresy that could get you exiled as a rogue. I'd always wondered if the stories were sanitized versions of something much messier, much more....Different? After all, the victors write history, and the gods had definitely won that war.

Her throat moved with a long swallow before she looked at kiah again, her eyes cleared of grief. "There are lot of things happening in our family that others don't know. They think we are a happy one." "Why are you telling me this?" kiah asked. Adrianna's perfectly plucked eyebrows arched upward. "I don't even know why I'm telling you." The former beauty queen spread her hands. Her hair swished over her shoulder, the porch light catching on the gems in the Aztec design of her hair clamp. Adrianna's hand slid away. "just keep what i said in mind, that's all i ask." Cradling her cat in her arms, she stood. "Goodnight and thanks for listening to me." she said as she disappeared into the mansion

She scoffed and almost closed the book, but the bird stopped her. "It can't be fictional if it can only be opened by your hair magic." "True." She then continued watching the images play The witch's heir was the werewolf's Alpha lover, and everyone, either in the coven or the packs, knew about it. They both love each other. A few days before their wedding, the lady, whose face or name was not mentioned or shown in the book, was chased by a group of werewolves. She was captured, and after being saved by the Alpha, her lover, she stabbed him in the back with the knife he gifted her last festival to protect herself. Then the book closed, but before it did, a red moon shone brightly.

Chapter Three – Retreat’s Rapture The Sapphire Retreat darkened as night fell, the stars reflecting on the waves, the cabana’s sapphire curtains billowing in the coastal breeze, the air thick with the musk of our passion. My body was a map of their desire—bruises on my hips and thighs, bite marks on my chest, cum and sweat coating my skin—yet the hunger within me raged, a primal need fueled by Marcus and Liam’s unrelenting dominance. The two men loomed over me, their breaths heavy, cocks hard again, eyes locked on mine with a fierce devotion, ready to culminate the retreat in a rapture of flesh and spirit. The isolation thrummed with the energy of our shared taboo, their partnership a sacred

he asked, his eyes darkening as he ran his fingers up my bare arm. ‎Goosebumps were all over my body. ‎"I'm saying it's wrong. It's a sin," I repeated, but I couldn't stop myself from taking a small step closer to him. ‎The way we were talking was already making me so horny and causing some wetness to pool at my core. The forbidden nature of our attraction made it almost impossible for me to resist him at that moment. ‎"What more can I say? I love doing forbidden things. The fact that it's forbidden makes me want to have you more, it makes it more thrilling and exciting," Tyson said huskily before leaning forward and capturing my lips in a heated kiss.

My hand trembled as I pushed my hair back, forcing myself to hold his dark gaze. “Why do you always have to be this harsh? Is that how you show love? Is that why you married me?” He studied me, unblinking, then said with quiet mockery, “I do not think that was love. Maybe it was attraction. And perhaps it is gone now.” The world felt like it was collapsing with every single word. I fought to keep my voice steady. “You only wanted to ruin my life, did you not? This attraction should have ended long before this moment, not now, not when I am bound to you by marriage.”

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.

If he loved me then he would be marrying me, not Wren. Did he love her then? I know that their marriage had been bound to happen. Both their fathers are business partners and they started dating when Luca took over the business. I assumed that it was just a forced marriage and they weren't in love, but they always look so happy together that it makes me feel sick.

“It’s perfect… I’ll never take it off.” “I’ll never leave you,” she whispered fiercely, nestling into his chest. “I’ll never want anyone else. You’ve ruined me for everyone forever.” He kissed her deeply, possessively, his arms tightening around her. “Good. Because I’ll keep corrupting you, claiming you, loving you like this… forever.” They fell asleep tangled together in the mirrored sanctuary, surrounded by infinite reflections of their forbidden bond. Clara was completely ruined. And she had never been happier. Forever his.

Forbidden Pleasures Hidden Affairs With My Married Boss 9 The Insult Sara’s pov The next morning, I felt strange. I had a mix of hope and fear in my chest. Last night, Vincent had made me a big promise. He held me in the dark and told me he would leave his wife for me. He whispered that I was the only woman he wanted. For the first time, I let myself believe him. I thought our forbidden love might actually have a future. I sat at my desk and tried to work on my reports. My body still remembered his touch. I could still smell his cologne on my skin. I felt a little glow of happiness, but it didn't last long.