Forbidden Passion Novels & Stories

I tried not to think about it but somehow I failed. The sex was good and that was the problem. It was good and I felt guilty and I did not know who I was supposed to feel guilty for. Lucian. The boy who kissed my forehead and said he would wait. The boy who looked at me like I was something precious. I cheated on him. That was the truth. I cheated on Lucian with Damien. And then with my mother's fiancé. With the man who kept my underwear in his pocket like a trophy. But the sex was good. And I hated that it was good. And I hated that part of me wanted it again.

Moonlight spilled silver across the herb garden, turning rosemary and lavender into pale ghosts. The convent slept—nuns in their cells, windows dark, only the distant owl calling from the pines. Lila couldn’t lie still. Her body still throbbed from the confessional: the stretch of him inside her, the hot spill on her stomach, the way his thumb had pushed between her lips like a secret she’d never confess again. She ached—between her thighs, in her chest, everywhere.

I heard Ferra hiss and I bit my bottom lip at her obvious statement. “Perhaps you’re all getting the wrong idea here,” Draven started in a cold voice, slipping his hands inside his pockets before frowning down at all of us. “None of you are fit to be my keeper and will never meet my expectations. The only reason why I went along with this ceremony is to please my brothers. Your job is to entertain them, not me. I have no interest in pathetic and weak humans like yourselves unless…” He trailed away, lingering his eyes around me before a sadistic smirk appeared on his face, causing me to flinch. “You’re willing to fulfill my hunger.”

His rough hands left red marks on her flawless skin. "What do you think of yourself? Huh! After a murder. You will have a choice. You can die easily after destroying two lives." His rage was out of control. He grabbed her by the jaws. His grip was so hard. Sia could feel his clenching finger on her cheeks. She has confessed the crime. she didn't have the right to resist. She has to withstand his pain. "In this life. I promise. I, Simon Cruz, will not let you breathe so calmly." He was Simon Cruz, beloved nephew of a powerful politician. Sia was certain. If he was saying

Regret enveloped her as she pondered why she devoted herself to a forbidden love, a man forever out of her reach. Frustration fueled her remembering the relentless efforts she made to capture his attention, to show him the depth of her love, but it all proved futile. He never paid her any attention. Getting frustrated over this she forcefully removed the bracelet and stormed to the balcony with the intent to throw it. Yet, her heart intervened, a painful hesitation. She couldn't bring herself to cast away the bracelet; it felt like hurling her own heart into the abyss. A sole tear escaped her as a testament to her weakness, a weakness that led her to compromise her life. He was the source of

I shut my eyes while I waited for his lips to meet mine, but it never happened. He merely breathed on my lips and pulled away. Darn it! I whined, but he put a finger to my lips immediately to cut me off. “I have a lot prepared for you, and it's a lot of work, baby.” Then he moved away from me, not sparing another glance. I hissed. Why does he always want to make me feel aroused all the time? This jerk! I followed Cora into the room and sat on the couch close to the entrance.

This was all shades of wrong. He narrowed his eyes. I took that as a sign that his patience was running low. By the time I peeled off the thin fabric covering my vagina, Tristan’s eyes were clouded by a different emotion, an emotion I also felt. Desire. He motioned for me to climb onto the bed. Slowly I strolled to the bed, ignoring the voice in my head screaming at me to leave before it was too late. I could run to my room and shut the door behind me. Tristan was in no shape to chase me.

They never meant to let it go this far. At first, it was just a kiss. A slip. A single sin ignited in a moment of weakness. But now, it’s a ritual. Mara is drunk on him—the way his hands tremble when they trace the outline of her hips, the way his voice fractures when he breathes her name like a sacred curse. She craves the crack in his composure, the flicker of fire in a man sworn to water. The more he tries to drown it, the more it burns.

Their bodies convulsed in ecstasy as they reached the pinnacle of pleasure, each one experiencing a release that left them breathless and yearning for more. “I love you, Jade! I love you so much. Let’s be together forever! I won’t hold back from making you happy, baby. You belong to me, my love. You are my forbidden desire that I won’t regret!” Ceynol shouted as he reached his own zenith inside her.

I tried to make him see the reasons. Rather, he was too horny to even begin to decipher what I said. "Shh! Just shut up and kiss me." Christopher bent my head down, and once again, I found myself kissing him; it was more passionate than the last. He bends me over and slides his dickey into my wet pussycat.