Forgotten Desire Novels & Stories

Their bodies convulsed in ecstasy as they reached the pinnacle of pleasure, each one experiencing a release that left them breathless and yearning for more. “I love you, Jade! I love you so much. Let’s be together forever! I won’t hold back from making you happy, baby. You belong to me, my love. You are my forbidden desire that I won’t regret!” Ceynol shouted as he reached his own zenith inside her.

“Fuck off. Just leave me alone. I want to go home. It’s getting old… I want to fuck off and go home.” Tristan didn’t like this at all. He wasn’t ready to let her go… He wasn’t ready to be without her. “And what? Ha? You go home and what?” “I forget ever knowing you. I pretend that you didn’t fuck my life up. I pretend that you didn’t to me what you did… I pretend that I never met you.” She sounded so passionate. Tristan felt sick… How on earth was he going to let her go? How? “That easy?”

I wanted him, and that terrified me. “I want you now,” I whispered, my voice barely audible. “I want to forget Alaric, to erase every last memory of him touching me.” Soren’s eyes darkened, his gaze searing into me. “Are you sure? You don’t have to—” “I don’t know what’s right anymore. I just know I’m tired of thinking. Tired of feeling trapped. I want... I need something else. Revenge, career... flings, anything to make me forget.”

Slowly, awareness seeped in. Panic surged as I realized I wasn't in my own room or apartment. Hazy memories from the previous night flooded back, engulfing me in guilt and regret. "I want to make you forget, to lose yourself completely in the moment," he murmured, his breath hot against my ear. "I want to take you over and over again until we're both aching with desire." "Yes, please," I replied, breathless.

I've tried so hard to recollect them, but they remain elusive, hidden in the depths of my mind. I've searched for answers, reaching out to my parents' acquaintances, hoping they could shed light on the missing pieces. But all I've been told is that my parents were my only family. I left the cemetery and decided to make a quick stop at Starbucks, knowing that Farrah had been craving their croissants for quite some time. Despite owning her own cafe, she found herself unable to tolerate the smell of the croissants there, making it impossible for her to enjoy them. Her obstetrician had advised her to take it easy and rest at home, so I thought surprising her with the Starbucks croissants she lon

"I want you two to know that last night was incredible. The sex was amazing, and I am so happy I met you two. I learned so much about myself and I am grateful to you both for showing me what it is I want. What I want though, is what you two have found in each other. You two love one another with a fire I have rarely seen. I want someone who loves me as much as you two love each other and I don't know if you guys could love me like that or not. But even if you could I'm not capable of loving more than one person that way. And when I do, I won't be able to share them. I just don't have it in me. So, thank you for yesterday. Thank you for letting me into your bed and relationship for a night. T

I lifted my hand slightly, calming him even as my own heart thundered. “You’re asking me to choose,” I said slowly. “Yes.” Mary’s voice softened. “They want to see which desire you value enough to anchor reality to.” “And the others?” I asked. “They will not be erased,” the second said. “But they will be… released.” The word felt hollow. I turned away from Elliot, forcing myself to breathe. All this time, desire had been danger because it was uncontrolled. Forbidden because it disrupted order. Now they wanted to use it.

Naya Hart If you just finished reading this, let's say a prayer together. Oh Lord, forgive me for I have sinned. 🙏🏽 And honestly? I am not even sorry. If you made it all the way to the end of Forbidden Desires — from Ruin Me Stepfather down to My boyfriend ,y stepbrother, you are built differently and I respect you deeply. 😭🖤 This book was never for the faint of heart. It was for the ones who read with the door locked and the brightness turned all the way down.

He was a workaholic who’d never been able to hold down a relationship for anything more than a month. After three failed ones, he eventually gave up trying. He stood in front of the windows for several minutes, the memories of the elevator playing in his mind repeatedly. He could vividly remember the way Harper's mouth had felt on his cock, the way Lila had been juggling his balls with all the care in the world. He felt an ache in his loins as the memories kept on playing and he took a long drink from the bottle in an attempt to drown the thoughts away. By the time the bottle was empty, he was far from forgetting that night's incident.