Forbidden Truth Novels & Stories

That was the clue she had been waiting for, but she wasn’t so happy now that she had it. Even if Luke and Tristan had hated each other from the start, Bethany had been the catalyst, and maybe Kira's presence had dredged up old wounds. She needed to talk to Luke about this. "Thanks for coming over, Emma," Kira told her friend at the door an hour later. Their conversation had moved past Tristan and Luke and into school gossip. But it became so late that Kira’s pain meds had worn off, and she knew

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

But wasn't that the appeal? Even Adam and Eve were tempted by the forbidden fruit and where did that lead them? Nowhere good, if Isis remembered correctly. Things were forbidden for a reason and just as his words conjured her arousal, her thoughts hindered them but it didn't stop her from answering truthfully. "No, I would never think of you in that light."

A question full of mixed emotions. “I don’t know Hannah. I just really don’t know.” He said. “Did I do something wrong?” Again, like the usual breaking-up scene, I was asking if I did something wrong, or I didn’t do anything he was expected me to do or did he find another girl. I just ran out of reasons but he was still reluctant to tell me the whole truth. I begged. I even touched his hand but he pushed me away. “Your power.” He said. “Why? What about my power?”

He insisted I crouch by the door to listen to their voices. "On October 6th was Xavier's birthday. I summoned the courage to tell him the truth, but he said he would only listen if I finished all the cream on the cake on the table. He knew I was allergic to cream and couldn't eat any." ... The notebook contained records of events from nearly four years. With every page I read, my body temperature dropped, and countless images flashed through my mind, like someone stabbing me with a knife, causing excruciating pain. It was him, the man I dreamed about, Xavier Quinn.

 ~AUTHOR'S POV~

I still want him to touch me. Still crave the warmth of his hands even when they’re the last place I should feel safe. And that’s what destroys me the most. “Tell me the truth, Alexander,” I whisper, hating how fragile I sound. “Tell me the whole, fucked-up, soul-ripping truth. No more half-truths. No more riddles. No more ‘I’ll tell you when you’re older’.” His lips twist into something bitter. Haunted. So goddamn broken it hurts to look at him.

“Because deep down, you know this isn’t punishment. It’s a revelation.” Seraphine clenched her fists. “I already told the truth!” The reflection’s smile didn’t falter. “No, you told their truth. You told the story they wanted to hear. The Frame doesn’t want that.” “Then what does it want from me?!” The reflection’s expression softened, almost pitying. “It wants your truth, Seraphine Vale. The truth beneath the fear. The truth you buried even from yourself.” Seraphine shook her head. “I didn’t do anything wrong…”

Her words, heavy with the weight of revelations, hung in the air, creating an invisible bridge between her shared history and the uncharted territories of truth. Florida's voice wove into the silence, painting a picture of a life crafted from half-truths and ulterior motives. Her parents, the pillars of her existence, were cast in a new light and her actions were revealed to be motivated by a web of lies. The foundations of her reality shook when she exposed the secret that had held her captive for so long: she wasn't really her daughter.

One hand grabbed my breast, squeezing as his mouth found my nipple, sucking. My fingers slipped between us, searching for my clit. Desperate for more. "Touching yourself already?" he muttered, catching my hand. "Greedy little thing." "I-I just needed-" "No," he growled, pinning both my wrists above my head. "You don’t get to touch yourself while I’m fucking you. You don’t get to do anything unless I say." "You want me to ruin this pussy, baby?" "Yes," I gasped. "Please... please, just ruin me."