Forbidden Truth Novels & Stories

“Tell me you don’t feel it when I’m inside you. Tell me you fake every scream.” She couldn’t. The truth sat heavy between them, pulsing like a wound. He stepped closer, crowding her against the railing. “One call, Lexi. One truth. Then we’re free.” “Free to what? Hate each other in the open?” “Better than hating ourselves in the dark.” His hand rose, thumb brushing her lower lip, the same gesture that had started everything. She caught his wrist. “Don’t.” He dropped his hand. The silence stretched, brittle.

Unaware that the man who had pulled her from a sinking car was standing only a few steps away. He would leave. He wouldn’t interfere. Not yet. He wouldn’t reveal himself. He wouldn’t cross the line. But he would stay close enough to know she was safe. And when the time came, when the truth could no longer be better avoided then he would decide what to do with this attraction and bond he never intended to create. He had gotten closer to the exit door when he heard her again. “I keep dreaming and thinking about that evening,” Katerina said, keeping her focus on Rebecca.

I muttered to myself. The answer came like a whisper in her thoughts. The same game everyone plays. Power. Ive been trying to ignore cassian, but he just kept pressing further. Reminding me of all the lies, secrets and betrayals. We met three nights later. Neutral ground. An abandoned watchpoint near the eastern ridge. I told no one. Not even the guards, not even Thorne. Especially not my father. If Duncan found out, he would see it as betrayal. But wasn’t he the one who had chosen truth over blood?

“Then why won't you free me?” “Because your freedom is not mine to give. It is yours to take.” She stepped closer, and the more she came closer, the more the silver chains on my wrists glowed. “But first, you must see.” She said. “See what?” “The truth.” She raised her hand. “The truth you were denied. The truth was Aiden was too afraid to seek.” She said and touched my forehead with her fingers. And the world suddenly disappeared.

I destroyed you, I broke you, I loved you in my own way, a way that was not love, that was never love, that was something else, something I can't name, something that resembles fear, hatred, jealousy, possession, everything except what a mother should feel for her daughter, even a daughter who is not hers, even a daughter she raised out of obligation, out of duty, out of interest, out of fear, so I have to tell you the truth, the whole truth, nothing but the truth, about what I did, about what I didn't do, about what I should have done, about what I didn't know how to do, about what I couldn't do, about what I wanted to do, about what I did anyway, despite everything, despite the love I was

Isolde whispered, leaning into my ear, the smell of the deep ocean filling my nose, “is to satisfy the hunger that called her. She wants the intimacy you’re denying her. She wants the Blood-Bond to scream.” ​I looked at Julian. He was shaking, the Duke’s ancient rage fighting the Doctor’s restraint. The room was shrinking. The walls were bleeding black salt-water. ​"She's right," I said, my voice suddenly steady. "We can't fight a ghost with shadows, Julian. We have to fight her with the truth." ​I grabbed Julian’s face, forcing him to look at me. "The 'Forbidden Touch' isn't just about sex, Julian. It’s about the fact that we’re the only two people in the universe who truly exist for each o

Richard was quiet a long moment, something working visibly behind his eyes — calculation, I realized, the particular look of a man deciding exactly how much truth he could afford to release without the whole structure collapsing around him. "That man is not who you think he is," he said finally, low and tight. "Whatever story Lily grew up believing about her father — whatever version got told at that dinner table after he left — I promise you, the truth is considerably uglier than anything you've imagined." "Then tell me the actual truth instead of hints." "I can't." "Can't, or won't?"

On the way to the hospital in my daughter's car, my legs felt cramped, so I adjusted the angle of the passenger seat. A second later, I heard a soft snap from beneath the seat. A toothpick had broken. I jumped in fright as my daughter, Marissa Langford, slammed on the brakes, her face turning pale. "Why would you touch that? Tyler set that seat to a specific position on purpose. He uses it to check whether another man has been sitting in the passenger seat. How am I supposed to explain this now?" Realizing I'd caused trouble for her marriage, I immediately sent Tyler Ashford, my son-in-law, an apology. Hours passed without a reply. Eventually, all I received was a cold laughing emoji.

He thought Truth is yes, Tierra did regret the night before. But she couldn't take it back. All she can do is forget about it and move on. After all, the prince is getting married to someone else. God! Tierra thought. ————-

The command. She swallowed and sat up straighter. “I think Steinbeck’s talking about repression, not discipline.” A murmur of interest stirred in the classroom. Lucien’s eyebrow arched—subtle, pleased. “Go on,” he said, and now his voice was lower. Isabella was already warm under her sweater. “Repression is pretending the desire doesn’t exist. Discipline is knowing exactly what you want and still choosing not to touch it.” Lucien paused. Held her gaze. His jaw shifted—his only tell. It was so slight, but she saw it. She felt it.