Forbidden Thirst Novels & Stories

"What you did slowly broke you making it harder on the process and now that you finally experienced what it feels having magical energy you were so happy even though knowing it isn't yours at all. You will break yourself more, you'll feel a much deeper despair and completely throw yourself to the void---" "I said shut up!! Is it wrong to want to live normally like other people?! Is it wrong to dream?! You don't know what it feels, so shut you mouth!!" "You see, I have lived my whole life imprisoned in a room. Not knowing the world, there was even one time that I don't care about it at all. You think you know what living normally means? No, you don't. Because people has their own meaning of l

°°°°°°°°°°°°She was the ethical soul , she never ever endeavor to be in love with someone but she fell in love there ,where it was forbidden, with the forbidden Being , a vampire. He was in search of pure blood but least did he know that the taste would be so heavenly that he couldn't stand it. He wanted to taste her . Her scent was igniting his desires.

Dripping. My fingers tighten around the glass, the edge digging into my palm. That bikini. That fucking bikini. Red. Barely there. Strings. More sin than fabric. The water clings to her like it misses her already, gliding over her skin in ways I shouldn’t be watching. Ways I have no goddamn business watching.

No room for argument. My lips parted. Thorne pushed his fingers inside, letting me taste the salty-sweet mix of my slick, Aurelius’s cum, and the undeniable evidence of our broken bond. I moaned around them despite myself. The flavor sent another shameful wave of heat through my core. Thorne smirked. “See? Your tongue knows what your mind fights. The forbidden makes you desperate.”

Dehydration. Adira was no stranger to the feeling of overwhelming thirst. Some of the procedures the doctors put her through were extremely intense, completely draining in many instances, and water was just one of the things she found herself desperate for when they were over. At the warehouse, Adira had to grow used to constantly being unsatisfied and not having enough water or food, yet another way they tried to seize control she supposed, but that only made it more difficult for her to run.

Each thrust pushed another little sound out of me—half moan, half something that sounded too much like guilt trying to argue and losing. “Feel that?” he said, voice rough with possession, “That’s me inside you. It's not him, it's me.” “I know! fuck!!I know!” He fucked me harder. The wet slap of the contact filled the kitchen. I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him deeper, the voice in my head screamed that this was the second day in a row I was letting my husband’s best friend ruin me. Gideon reached between us and rubbed my clit with his thumb in tight circles.

A disaster wrapped in human form, a harbinger of absolute pain, inching closer with every passing second. Even the darkest forces of the universe paused, watching in grim silence as the trap prepared to snap shut. The thirst of years was about to be quenched. An ancient, agonizing drought, buried deep beneath a relentless obsession, was finally about to find its water. Much like a wild beast that tastes blood for the first time and refuses to ever let go, this stranger had rotted in his own torment for too long. Sleep, peace, and sanity had long abandoned him—and now, he had returned to collect his debt in full.

Mom kissed my forehead and whispered, “I adopted the perfect daughter. Look at us now. Rich. Free. Addicted to the best kind of sin.” I smiled, sliding my fingers back into her creamy, cum-filled pussy. “And it’s only getting better. More parties. More machines. More everything. I love you, Mom. I love this life.” We fingered each other to another slow, loving orgasm, then drifted off with smiles on our faces. The platform pinged late that night with a new invitation—a billionaire’s private island retreat next month. We accepted instantly. Two ebony goddesses, bound by adoption and unbreakable lust, building an empire on pleasure. We were addicted. We loved it. And we were never, ever going

If anybody defaults or refuse to be present on the day of the celebration, such fellow, I will gladly waste publicly. Rule number three. As a result of the abomination you committed by having sex with your sister, that made you go on exile and you still wish to start a family with her by getting married to her legally, you all will follow such pattern. For this, all of your descendants must get married to their siblings or cousins or their relations. As far as nobody get married outside the family, you all are safe but if somebody breaks the rule and decides to get married to an outsider, someone that is not from the Wellspring family, such fellow will be gruesomely wasted.

I make no move to acknowledge him or his offerings. Even when he speaks to me, I stand resolute and stubborn. “Are you hungry?” I hear what sounds like a metal tray being placed on the ground. “At the very least, you have got to be thirsty. I brought a couple of bottles of water.” Water sounds amazing, just the thought of it making my mouth salivate. I am so thirsty that my tongue feels like it is sticking to the roof of my mouth and my throat feels like sandpaper when I swallow. My head is stuffy and aching both from the dank dampness of my surroundings and from all the crying that I have done. I know that drinking that water would make me feel better but I can not do it. It is like this is