Forbidden Stories Novels & Stories

I pulled closer. "What question?" He responded.. "It's nothing serious but it's about a friend, she was adopted by a good family but she finds herself in love with her foster brother,are they doing something wrong?"... I wanted to know the views from dad's perspective, maybe he might not think of it as an abomination but something that happens , and it's called love... "Nina, for me, as long as they're not related, they're meant to be together,". He kissed me on my forehead and smiled..

I was dying for something that wasn’t even my fault. My parents wouldn’t even know what really happened to me. Jenny would never know what happened to me. And Simon and Sarah…all because I fell in love with a monster… All because I had a one night stand. “In your next life,” she murmured, her mouth close to my ear. “In your next life, you would never take something that doesn’t belong to you, hmm?”

Author’s Note: This story does not contain incest. The relationship between the male lead and female lead may appear close due to the "uncle" title, but there is no blood relation between them. The use of "uncle" is symbolic, based on long-standing family friendship. This story focuses on emotional tension, slow-burn romance, and forbidden love—but not between blood relatives. so let's begin (Lara's pov) “Lara, listen to me,” my mom’s voice was gentle but firm as she stood by the door. “You need to promise me something.”

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’ve read a lot of things in my ten years of teaching. Late-night essays, drunken rants passed off as “creative expression,” confessions disguised as poetry. But none of them ever made my cock hard. Until hers. Until Mira Callahan handed in her extra credit assignment. It was a short story, printed neatly in 12-point Times New Roman, double-spaced like I asked. But the first sentence hit like a punch to the gut: “He wasn’t supposed to touch her, but he wanted to. And when she leaned back on his desk and spread her legs, he forgot what ‘supposed to’ meant.”

Story Note: “Room for One More” is a standalone short from my erotic collectiona mix of intense, sensual, and sometimes forbidden stories that explore the raw edges of desire. Each story introduces new characters, new fantasies, and unapologetically explicit encounters. This particular tale features a taboo dynamic between step-siblings, told with heat, dominance, and no holding back. Reader discretion is advised. *************************************************

FLASHBACK "Look son, I know you will not be agree but this is the rule of our ancestors that every future king has to make a compliance with another kingdom so that our power will increase and simultaneously our reputation will still be intact. So I have decided that since you are a 25 which is the right age according to our tradition to become the king and aso as I am stepping down as a king then this is the best opportunity to seal a deal with another kingd.." Dad, I dont want to know all these nonsence .just come straight to the point."I cut him as I was losing my patience. How many times do I have to tell you not to cut me when I am talking. I am still the king though right now l am talk

“Please don’t lie. No, please the truth. The girl in the story was you, right?” “Yes.” She was hesitating on telling Jina the truth but Jina pleaded so she couldn’t refuse her and told her the truth. “But how? There are no news about a massive gate like the one you mentioned. Where are you from?” The story she told Jina was incomplete she didn’t tell Jina about her coming out from a gate. And if she told her she knows that Jina will not believe her. Because a person coming out of a gate? Nothing comes out of a gate but monsters.

The bad boy with a soft heart, the sort of trap a girl knowingly jumped into. Stop it, linda told herself and began kneading the dough to get out her frustration. They had barely said two words to each other, not nearly enough to begin crushing; especially when all she knew about him was that the one person she hoped to call a friend hated him. "Linda, Linda!" She was shocked out of her thoughts by the four-year-old now attached to her leg. Linda looked at the dough. She had kneaded it far more than necessary and more than enough to let her sister play with the now soft putty.

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