Granny Taboo Stories Novels & Stories

JAY'S POV The cold, vintage red wine stung my eyes as it ran down my forehead, dripping off the tip of my nose and soaking straight into the collar of my white shirt. The quiet murmur of the high-end restaurant died down instantly, replaced by horrified gasps from neighboring tables. I sat completely frozen in my chair, staring up at Sasha as she slammed the empty glass onto the tablecloth. "You are an absolute embarrassment, Jay," Sasha hissed, her voice cutting through the silent room like a blade. "Look at you. You are a pauper. You cannot even afford the bare minimum for a woman like me."

Final Reunion Ruin💦🫦 The next morning at breakfast, the entire family was gathered around the big wooden table in the backyard. Emma was her usual bubbly self, chatting nonstop about her new job and the guy she was seeing from her yoga class. I smiled and nodded at all the right moments, but every time I shifted in my seat, I felt the deep soreness Uncle Ryan had left behind from the night before. It was a constant reminder of how he had bent me over the guest bed, how deep he had been, how full I had felt when he came inside me while my best friend slept just down the hall.

Maybe I’ll put a rat under his sheets or set them on fire for every time he has been rude and mean to me. I struggle to climb the steps with my obvious luggage, politely turning down the help of a guard by the corner with a too-nice smile. No man’s ever that nice without wanting to touch my *ss or breasts. As I reach the top of the stairs, I see the Grouchy Granny walking by a beautiful, tall blonde pulling off a velvet green suit better than any model could. Her cold green eyes gloss right over me, I could as well be furniture, but Cranky Nana stares right at me, her stare filled with reproach and condemnation.

“We raised her for God! And you...” Mirabel's dad jabbed a finger in my chest. “...you corA Holy War rupted her. You ruined everything!” Then my dad stood, his tone was colder than ice. “Kyle, the rumors are everywhere. People are saying the Gates heir is screwing nuns for sport. A fetish. Do you have any idea what that does to our name?” Mirabel’s mother’s voice rose, it was cold with hate. “You’ll never be accepted by us, Kyle. You’re filth!”

she said. Instantly, Granny pulled her into a tight hug as she cried. Her pain was so palpable that Thalassa felt saddened. “So tell me all about the time when you were away," Granny said after finally breaking the hug. “I hope you were happy.” “I was so happy even though I missed you all," she assured as she wiped the tears from Granny's face. Granny clapped her hands together excitedly like a child. “Then tell me all about it!” Zeke watched from another couch as Thalassa began to make up story after story to entertain his grandmother.

If she had one million dollars, she would not have to worry about money until she died. So… “Yes, I’m Granny Wolf.” The old woman admitted very happily. Bernard nodded. In Southland District, there had always been a legend of “Granny Wolf”. This was a very scary woman. It was said that none of the children targeted by her could escape. Every year, Granny Wolf would abduct and sell children, and she had never once failed. The children she took away were absolutely impossible to be found anymore. To put it simply, Granny Wolf was an experienced human trafficker who specialized in abducting and selling children.

The Taboo Chronicles is a curated collection of dark, twisted, and unapologetically erotic stories designed to push the boundaries of conventional desire. From the sacred halls of a silent church to the high-stakes shadows of obsessive power plays, these stories explore the raw, unyielding side of human hunger. Whether it’s the thrill of a secret shared in the dark or the surrender of a soul to a dominant force, nothing is off-limits.

"I mean, we don't know what she is." One of the mothers frowned, folding her arms. “But she’s been with us for years.” Morrigan nodded. “Yes. And she’s always been quiet. Always controlled. But this isn’t just skill. This isn’t training.” Her tone dipped, almost reluctant. This reminds me of stories my grandma used to tell me when I was little. Stories the elders hate speaking aloud.” The other mother shifted uneasily. “What stories?” Morrigan hesitated, as if choosing her words carefully.

Their dirty, degrading talks never stopped, punctuated with each thrust. “Cheapest whore in town.” Blond spat. “Thong daddy taking triple loads like a fucking champ.” Latino laughed. “Feel those big cocks owning you?” Blond taunted again, grabbing my chin to force eye contact. “Enjoy it cos yours can never measure up. No one can ever fuck you as we do.” “We’re gonna piss in your gut after we breed you,” Ginger growled in my ear as he drove in behind me with brutal precision, his cock wedged with Blond’s, fighting for space in my hole. “Mark you as our personal slut and cum dump.”

“Tell me how you feel, baby. Tell me the truth.” I broke completely, words tumbling out between whimpers and sobs. “I’m addicted to you. I don’t care about the taboo anymore. You’re my stepdad and I love it. I love sneaking around, I love your cum inside me, I love being your dirty secret. Fuck Mom’s feelings—I need you more than she does. Please, I’m yours. Completely yours. Just let me cum…”