Granny Taboo Stories Novels & Stories

The damn bra was going sideways again. I slipped a hand beneath my dress and tried to adjust it without making it obvious, but the stupid thing refused to sit where it was supposed to. "God damn it," I muttered under my breath. Adrian glanced at me from the driver's side. "Problem?" "No." I quickly dropped my hand and forced a smile. "Everything's perfectly fine." His eyes narrowed slightly, but he didn't question me. Thank God, because explaining that his wife's bra was currently trying to strangle me was not exactly how I wanted to start meeting his grandfather.

"You want to tell me that you don't feel the same way? What if I told you that I wasn't just interested in a fling?" Granny surprised me by laughing. "Don't insult me, Theo. If it were a fling, we wouldn't be having this conversation. I know what's at stake, and I have to admit to you that I'm curious about the young woman who has left my grandson—my favorite grandson—in this state." I rubbed my face. I was so tempted to tell her everything, but Granny was even more stubborn than me, and I didn't want Alice to feel even more cornered. "I had my chance to do things the right way and I blew it, alright?"

Harder. She leaned forward, breasts in his face. “Suck.” He latched onto a nipple, sucking hard, teeth grazing. She moaned, pace quickening. “Tell me what you are.” “I’m… yours.” “Louder.” “I’m yours! Your pet! Your slut!” She slammed down harder, taking him deep. “Come inside me,” she commanded. “Fill the woman who trained your grandfather. Continue the line.” The words—taboo, filthy—shattered him.

, she had myself, Cassie, and Aaron all gathered in the alpha suite living room for “story time.” Before beginning, she talked to me as though I was a 5-year-old pup. She told me that she would not tolerate interruptions. She also told me that I would have to hold questions for the end. If I could not control myself, I could leave… but if I left, I would miss parts of the story, because she was unwilling to tell the story more than once. Once Granny Apple confirmed that I understood and would obey her rules —she really is scary when she is serious and angry; I think she could take down some alpha wolves just by looking at them— she launched right in.

And moreover, I don't like to drink. Granny : it's okay if you say so. By the way, your husband scolded me last night for making you drink. (That’s the only thing he can do) sapphire said slowly, but granny hears it, and she laughed. Granny : so tell me, did something happens last night? She asked, wriggling her brows. Sapphire : how did you know? She asked, being surprised. Granny : because when I was drunk back then, I used to tease Rowan's grandfather. So, I know.

I lost count of how many times I had escaped death by hiding in her arms. Granny NEVER talked about mate with me before Liam. And all of a sudden it was all she could think of?! Granny never discipline me on any horrible decisions I made, but there was ONE thing that she insist on. No boys, no sex. As if anyone would even like me if I WAS open to relationships-- I was the poisoned wolfless. "I just thought maybe this time we can finally settle down." Granny tipped my chin up as she smiled, "So I want to make sure you like the choice."

The baby couldn’t be fed breast milk directly from his mother just yet, so they needed a breast pump to avoid breast engorgement or mastitis. Mark waited for Mary and Tiffany to leave before pulling out Tabitha’s will. “This is granny’s will; she wrote this before she passed away. And this here is the deed to the Wynn family home. Your aunt and uncle are not aware of this, probably because granny was afraid that they might try to take the deed away. It’s always been with me, so now I’m giving it to you. I’ve sent people out to find them, but they’re gone. That burdensome family has disappeared. I don’t think I need to elaborate on the reason, do I? It’s true that I was there during granny’s

"Tell me who my mother is, Adrian... or make me forget I ever asked." Adrian's restraint shattered completely. With a dark, possessive groan, his mouth claimed hers with a fierce, punishing hunger, drowning out the darkness, the lingering threats, and the web of lies in an all-consuming fire neither of them could control.

“Out loud. Starting from the section you stole.” Lila’s hands trembled as she took the pages. Her voice was barely above a whisper at first, but Kane’s sharp look made her speak louder. The words were explicit—far more explicit than anything she had submitted for class. In her panic and exhaustion, she had accidentally included passages from a secret erotic story she had been writing for herself… about him. “‘Professor Kane’s strong hands gripped my thighs, spreading them wide across his desk as he looked at my dripping pussy with hungry eyes…’” Her voice cracked.

“She’d love the ribs this year, Dad. You finally got her dry rub right.” He smiled, eyes a little misty in the string-light glow. “Took me long enough. Remember that first year after she passed? I burned everything to charcoal. Your mom would’ve laughed until she cried.” Grandpa chuckled softly, his weathered hand covering mine on the table. “She would’ve teased you mercilessly, then taken over the grill herself. That woman could season a steak blindfolded and still make it taste like love.”