Forbidden Novels & Stories

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“Not for pleasure or your own desires. This is for protection. The Bennetts are extremely powerful. They rule the witch quarter of Raven court, our city, our home. Be sensible, boy.” Boy. His father's favourite thing to call him. Lucien hated it. “I cannot marry a witch, father. I cannot be forced into such marriage simply for politics,” Lucien's voice sharpened with anger. He knew his father would go to any length for what he wanted most: Power. “Think!” Alaric said, so loud and firm that his voice could be heard across the room.

“The Temple of Moira, deep within the Forbidden Forest.” Shock painted all their faces pale. Even Florita, who had seen things most wolves considered impossible, felt her breath stop. The Forbidden Forest. No wolf — not alpha, not king, not even Lycan — dared step foot there. It was a place older than the packs, older than the bloodlines themselves. The forest devoured those who entered without permission. “Elder Caelum…” Florita’s voice trembled. “No one can enter that place and return alive.”

Finally, he saw me. But Andrea sat at his side. Her hand rested near his. Her smile draped across her lips like poison. And in that moment, I knew. Whatever this bond was, whatever this love was, it was forbidden.

Unbreakable. Forever.

I shook my head and move towards caleb who was giving us briefing about the rules and the places , where we are not allowed to go. "You guyz can't go anywhere without being informed, no individual will use such things which can cause a blazing fire, if you have a problem or you want permission to go somewhere you will contact our section head Aaron Miller . Any questions?" Caleb pointed behind him , I tilted my head to see who he was ,due to the crowd ahead me.

But wasn't that the appeal? Even Adam and Eve were tempted by the forbidden fruit and where did that lead them? Nowhere good, if Isis remembered correctly. Things were forbidden for a reason and just as his words conjured her arousal, her thoughts hindered them but it didn't stop her from answering truthfully. "No, I would never think of you in that light."

Damien Where did you go last night." Lauren shouted. Damien rolled his eyes. "That's none of your business." He hissed. "Oh come one Damien, we had a special night last night. Don't start a fight. Where did you go?" She asked sternly. "Special? You're nothing but a low life whore who is just using me for money. And what we did was not 'special' I just did it cause I'm a guy and what guy would say no to sex? So as far as I'm concerned you were just a fuck. So if you really want to be a queen why don't you marry my father. He could really use a good fuck." Lauren's heart dropped. "W-what?" She asked shockingly. Damien smirked. "Now please get out of my room." He said calmly. Lauren's eyes wate

She raised her phone and showed me a picture. It was getting dark so I couldn’t really see what she was showing me so I moved closer and gasped. It was a picture of Shawn and a girl kissing. The face of the girl wasn’t visible but the hand was. And the bracelet she wore was owned by only one person in the entire world. Me. It was unique because my mom made it for me. Well not personaly, she was friends with the owner of Jewel company, it was silver and it was my exact wrist size. The top had my name designed in fancy letters, rubies and sapphires were scattered all over it. Someone might be able to copy that but the inside had a word that was written in Spanish

“Some torture tool?” He smirked. “You’ll see.” “You didn’t tell me about all this,” I protested, sitting up a little, voice shaking. “I didn’t prepare to get tortured real bad… Please…” “Didn’t you read my description?” he said coolly, opening the box. Nipple clamps, flogger, vibrators, bottles of sauces, whipped cream—everything. “No… no…” I admitted, blushing hard. “Well, that’s on you, not on me.” His voice softened just a touch as he looked right into my eyes. “Safewords is ‘red.’ Say it, everything stops. This is consensual—your body, your choice. But if you stay, you submit.”