Forbidden Stories Novels & Stories

She couldn't face betrayals anymore. "Ahhh.." Valerie screamed as she forced the sword to apart her skin one last time. This is gonna be the end! This is the end. So my dear readers. This is the end of the FORBIDDEN BLOOD book 1( but not the end of the story.) The story is continued in the sequel of the book FORBIDDEN BLOOD 2 exclusively on B*****t. I want you guys to shower the comment section with your comments as I want you to enlighten me about your thoughts on my story.

He pulled me in for a hug. I did not spend the rest of the party obsessing over the fact that Liam and Alex were leaving. What I did was enjoyed myself and dance so freely that even the kids were embarrassed by me. Forbidden means that you can not have something or someone. And historically and by Beacon's values, I could not have a couple of things; like an omega having a good and successful life, and a she-wolf falling in love and getting married to a demon. But I made that sh*t happen. I did that. Lara Zane Meyer did that!

Each entry held a piece of the story, a glimpse into the forbidden love affair that had haunted our family for generations. The journal chronicled the tale of two souls bound by love, torn apart by circumstances beyond their control. It spoke of their unyielding devotion, their sacrifices, and the insurmountable obstacles they faced in their pursuit of happiness. As the story unfolded, we realized that their love had not only defied societal norms but also ignited the fury of those who sought to keep their union hidden.

The age gap, the taboo, the constant risk of getting caught — it all makes the pleasure so much stronger and dirtier I am completely addicted to my stepfather now just as he is addicted to my body. Body and soul, I belong to him. Even when my mother is home cooking or talking to us, even when Junior is playing nearby, I am thinking about Mike’s cock. I am his filthy little secret. His young cum slut. His forbidden stepdaughter and I want it to always remain that way… I never want this dark, raw, offensive pleasure to stop

Chapter 1 My fingers hovered over the send button longer than they should have. The thesis chapter looked perfect; tight analysis on Victorian repression and hidden longing but exhaustion had made me careless. I’d attached the wrong document from my desktop, the one I swore no one would ever see. My private journal. The raw late-night fantasies I poured out after Professor Brandy’s lectures, when his voice still echoed in my head like smoke. I hit send anyway. It was midnight and it was too late to fix it.

“She’s not going in there.” Claire only arched a brow. “It’s a dare.” The forbidden garden wasn’t just some abandoned field or overgrown lot. It was old and ancient, the kind of place wrapped in too many whispered rumors and eerie stories. People swore they had seen things lurking behind its iron gates; shadowy figures and strange lights. Some said it was cursed. Others claimed it was haunted. No one went inside. And yet, here I was, staring at the distant outline of the entrance while feeling an unexplainable pull to it.

He had become a completely different person. "Uncle Artie, please forgive me," I whispered, my voice cracking. "I don't know why… I can't…" I stuttered. "It was a mistake. A one-time thing, I swear!" I lied through my teeth. "It won't happen again. You can't tell my dad. He shouldn't know of any of this. You know what he'll do. He'll disown me. He'll kill me."

he asked, his eyes darkening as he ran his fingers up my bare arm. ‎Goosebumps were all over my body. ‎"I'm saying it's wrong. It's a sin," I repeated, but I couldn't stop myself from taking a small step closer to him. ‎The way we were talking was already making me so horny and causing some wetness to pool at my core. The forbidden nature of our attraction made it almost impossible for me to resist him at that moment. ‎"What more can I say? I love doing forbidden things. The fact that it's forbidden makes me want to have you more, it makes it more thrilling and exciting," Tyson said huskily before leaning forward and capturing my lips in a heated kiss.

But as I looked down at my hands, I realized they were shaking—not from fear, but from the sheer, overwhelming craving to walk down that hall, turn the handle, and remind her one more time that she was the only thing in this world that mattered to me. I straightened my shoulders, the mask of the distant, dutiful son sliding back into place. I had a dinner to attend. I had a father to deceive. But as I walked toward the stairs, I knew one thing for certain: Elena and her "legs for days" never stood a chance. Because once you’ve tasted the forbidden, the "perfect" choice just tastes like ash.

“Fine. In an hour my boss leaves for a meeting. Hide in the storeroom until then.” Jacob frowned but nodded. “Fine.” He grabbed the bills back for now and hurried toward the back of the store. Stephen ended the call and sat back in his chair. “I can’t believe she’s going to fuck someone in my store....ive longed for her and some dude came and now she's fucking that loser ...not fair...i can thirty grand tok” He rubbed his face. “I won’t go to the meeting… No. I can’t miss it.” He groaned. “Should I stop her? Then she’ll know I found her OnlyFans.”