Forbidden Love Story Novels & Stories

Loving him was a crime Not a metaphor, not a whispered exaggeration lovers used to feel dangerous. In Averyn, love—when forbidden —was not forgiven. It was answered with death. Swift. Public. Unquestioned. It was a law carved with blood and governed without mercy. Desire was not to be claimed in Averyn, it was regulated strictly with loyalty. Step-siblings, sworn kin, promised women, high-profile individuals, and the commoner: sacred bonds, any romance that crosses these lines is met with the same sentence.

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.

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.

She read the words one after the other; as her finger touched a part of the words, a secret hole opened, revealing a large book. Chloe was standing behind her, curious of what's happening She carried it, blow on it as the book was covered in dust. Chloe handed her a cloth and dusted it with it. The first thing her eye catches was the words on the front cover, "Forbidden" She read slowly.

I laughed a bit eccentrically but thankfully it was brief. “ Hmmm,” “ Unrequited love sucks,” I cussed. “ The truth is, I went through a lot of stress to come to Italy because of a guy I fell in love with but then he's getting married. Funny, right? I'm not exactly used to rejections,” I giggled before finishing the entire glass of vermouth and ordering for more. “ Worst thing is I've chased him and I still am but he doesn't even bat an eye at me, to be more precise, he looks at me with disdain. And even though I know he has a wife, I still want him,” I clenched my fist.

She rolled her eyes and sighed. “I’m not sure. Do you know I once claimed to hate you?” she asked and he raised his brow at her. She entwined her hand in his. “It wasn’t real but I wanted to force it. I never knew I was in love with you, that was why I was scared of the feelings that arise when I come across you. Like seriously, I couldn’t control it then I have to claim I hate you to shrink that feeling,” she confessed and chuckled. “Then when you helped me in the market, I realized I shouldn’t fight the feelings anymore, I exposed my heart and allowed the feelings to flow. From that moment, I promised myself to stick with you no matter what because with you, I learned what it is to truly l

Even though this little girl had just told me that sad thing a moment ago, she seemed happy, even a little excited. She began, "Long ago, there was a couple, very much in love." Her storytelling was surprisingly mature for her age. "And what happened to them?" "They weren't allowed to be together. And, it turned out the man was a werewolf." I learned so much from the girl. It sounded like a typical fairy tale, but I sensed some significant nuances. Like in a classic romance, the two young lovers were torn apart. Two human beings destined to be separated. But this tale was different, with its taboos and vows. The woman made a mistake, feeding the man forbidden food.

She asked. Naya blinked, wondering why Selene wanted to know that. She shook her head. "No, I haven't. Is anything the matter?" She asked, feeling scared for Selene. "I'm curious." Selene shrugged. "Well, I know someone who has before, and it didn't turn out well. She fell in love with her step brother and they started to date. Everyone was against it, including her mother and the pack in general but the girl was adamant and insisted he was the one she wants. Fast forward to months later, she got pregnant and he ran away, telling her she was just his sister and getting pregnant wasn't the plan. We haven't seen him in years and the girl traveled to go live with her grandmother since the shame

But Tim refused to let me into his life. "You are too dear to me, Ava," he said the last time we saw each other. It was my graduation, and he brought his mistress. He brought her specifically to show that nothing connects us. So that I would forget him. "You have to stop obsessing over me, Ava," he said, holding my hand in the darkness of the utility room where I had hidden when I saw him with that girl. But he didn't know that I heard him quietly add, "I love you."

But as the seconds stretched out, I thought about all the years I’d spent saying no to everything—not because I didn’t want to, but because I was scared of messing up, of stepping out of line, of being seen the wrong way. Before I could second-guess myself, I reached out and grabbed his collar, pulling him toward me. This time, when our lips met, I kissed him back. I leaned into him as his hands found my waist. My hand slipped on the hood and accidentally knocked over the glasses. It fell to the ground, shattering into pieces. But we were too consumed to care, as we kissed more intimately. I wrapped my arms around his neck, and he picked me up gently, without breaking our connection.