Forbidden Stories Novels & Stories

The ones with a pair of red lips barely touching the head of a stiff cock or a woman pushed down onto a plush bed by a man taking her from behind. Often, she had fantasies developed around these pictures, ones she typed down for her blog - ones she brought with her to bed late at night. She looked at a picture of a tall strong man holding a limp and naked girl in his burly arms, his face hidden by the shadow as he held his prize before him. Claimed by him. Inspired, Ella put the book aside and rummaged around some more in the box. At the very bottom her fingers brushed by something firm and long-just what she was looking for.

"You can't just go around sleeping with random men for money. What if I hadn't walked in on the both of you in that office, you'd have continued doing that behind my back.” I felt tears prick at the corners of my eyes. "I know," I whispered, my voice broken. "I fucked up, okay? I thought I could handle it, but I couldn't. I hated every minute of it." A blatant lie by the way. Mr. Sinclair knew how to put his monstrous cock to good use, and he’s had me moaning in all the languages…from French to Latin. His other hand released my wrist to grab my breast roughly, squeezing the soft flesh through my shirt. I gasped at the sudden contact, my nipples hardening instantly under his touch.

Asher and Reina’s relationship was a secret built on a foundation of stolen glances and a desire that threatened to consume them both. For months, they had navigated the dangerous waters of their taboo connection, finding time in the house when Reina’s mother was away or asleep. Their chemistry was explosive and raw, forbidden lust. Asher, the usually composed stepfather, found his only release in the hunger of his stepdaughter, while Reina thrived on the thrill of corrupting the man who was supposed to be her guardian.

Maybe that way I would have an idea of what her take is. My treacherous legs take me to the field.I guess I was to exercise after all even if it means dragging my body through the field.To be honest,I’m not even sure why I reacted that strongly to that assembly.I have always known that it was not acceptable.Even worse,it was treated like some sort of rebellion towards authority.There’s history of girls being expelled for the mere thought of being suspected to be in relationships even without proof.I guess crying was my body’s way of grieving what was never and never will be.

So she loved pushing him, knowing there was nothing he could do, but so, so many things he would do if he ever got his hands on her. This was fantasy, she reminded herself. Naughty, but not explicitly forbidden, although only because the employee handbook hadn’t been updated since 1960. She knew better than to take on one of the hotshots in real life, because the real-life Big Bear Rogues lived up to their name—big, rough, sensual men who would take no prisoners in bed. She didn’t need or want that kind of intensity on a permanent basis.

he said with a low chuckle, already dropping to his knees and crawling towards me, one hand wrapped around his shaft, stroking it slowly as he closed the distance, his eyes locked on mine with predatory intent. I frowned, shaking my head slightly, still catching my breath. “It’s actually not about you saving us. It’s about us getting caught. What if someone catches us here? The next headline would be 'Alpha and his stepson seen having hot, forbidden sex in the late-night woods—'”

So ever since, she has been living with my family since mom refuses to give her up to the social welfare. Again! You must think that I talk too much but Nah, I just love explaining in detail. It is my job anyway, after all, I am a writer. Not popular yet but come on, Rome is not built in a day. And of course, I have a side hustle which is journalism. I work as a freelance but I don't want to be committed to it since I'm more of a fantasy person than that of reality. And yeah, you must have heard peace and I talking about some guy and his family.

I Said, Leaving Once in the library, I went to get a book on behavioral psychology and started reading it on the spot. An hour later, as I was lost in my thoughts, I started thinking about Nate again. About his hand gripping my arm and him pleading with me not to say anything... I looked around me and saw students holding books on the supernatural. That's when it occurred to me to take a look at the books on supernatural creatures. "Vampires, Jinns, Ghosts... Damn it."

Submissive surrenders all autonomy except safeword use. SAFEWORDS: * "YELLOW" = slow down, adjust, check in * "RED" = immediate stop, end scene * Safewords may be used at any time without penalty HARD LIMITS (activities that will NOT occur): * Permanent marking/scarring * Scat/watersports * Minors * Animals * Non-consent scenes with others SOFT LIMITS (activities that may be explored with caution): * Extreme pain * Degradation/humiliation * Multiple partners * Public exposure/play

The stench of blood thickens in the air. “No,” I smile coldly. “This ends when your entire bloodline is ashes.” Nico tries to crawl, whimpering, leaving a red trail. I grind my boot down on his ruined leg until his screams break into a hoarse sob. “This isn’t revenge. This is legacy warfare.” I pull a folder from my coat and toss it on the table between us. Inside are financial records, offshore accounts, detailed photos of every mistress, bastard child, and blackmail they’ve tried to cover up. Their eyes dart, wide with panic, even as their bodies tremble in agony.