Illicit Love Novels & Stories

She angrily told him as Paul sighed,thinking that things started to go wrong "No! It's because-" "I know that you love Alicia in the past, but you shouldn't use me for getting over her!"she exclaimed, as tears kept on flowing Alicia and Paul, they're originally engaged, but after word got out that she's dating Adrian, they simply broke up Cassandra, she studied this, so that everyone won't be suspicious of her, "Cass that is not true! I never ever loved Ali, She's only a sister to me and as well as the real Cassandra!" He exclaimed hoping that Cassy would get a hint that he loves her, not know that it hurted her even more

Hyacinth I was playing a dangerous game. Silas and I had been careful—too careful. But that didn’t change the fact that, behind closed doors, away from prying eyes, we were slipping. Every stolen glance, every lingering touch, every whispered word in the dead of night pulled us further into something we couldn’t name. Something we couldn’t stop. The fortress that was Alpha Gerald’s estate had too many eyes, too many ears. Yet somehow, in the chaos of running a pack, in the shadows of responsibility, we found slivers of time. Moments that shouldn’t have existed but did.

But the memory of her thighs trembling around me, the memory of her pussy walls clenching around my fingers… it was very fresh in my mind, so NO! I couldn’t be calm. Hearing her confess to Mila about how she had always wanted me and how she had deliberately planned our escapades, it triggered my own buried lust, I have never been more turned on in my life. I squeezed my eyes shut. I know I shouldn’t have touched her– shouldn’t have given in. I shouldn’t have let my anger turn into lust. I shouldn’t have… “Dian!” Her voice. Sharp and desperate. Then footsteps followed, it sounded fast and determined.

"Good question. I will let you be my brother’s wife. You can have kids, you can even enjoy his money, and I won't show anyone this video... but only on one condition." When she heard the words 'on one condition', she felt like she was going to faint. Her voice was shaking. "Are you... blackmailing me?" "You can call it blackmail. Emotional blackmail. Call it whatever you want. The result is the same," he replied coldly. She swallowed hard. "Just tell me what it is you want." "I should be asking you. What is it that I want?" Megan forced herself to stay calm. She didn't want things to get any worse. She endured every insult he threw.

Group elements with carefully chosen, controlled participants when the darkness demanded more. But at the core, it was always us. Love forged in lies. Extreme pleasure as our armor against the family curse. As I buried myself deep in her ass one stormy night, her milk leaking onto my hands, children safe down the hall, I knew the story would never truly end. More heirs. More betrayals. More fucking through the fire. Our legacy was lust, blood, and unbreakable sin.

Glacier shouted in a rough voice: “What curse has been poured into my veins? Is this love, or poison sent by the devil to test my faith? If God created love as purity, why does it have a forbidden face like this… a face that devours the soul and makes the heart crawl willingly toward sin? If Satan was punished with eternal fire for disobeying his Lord, then I am ready to be with him… as long as I have you in my hands. This is not love. This is a flood that drowns me every night. And you are not a woman… you are the sin God created just for me, so I would understand that some love is only lived in the arms of hell.” The night wrapped around the room as if the world had disappeared. Glacier la

“Imagine you’ve been with a woman for years, your town crumbles and you have to move someplace else after selling everything. One day, she just leaves. With a note saying... zorry, i got bored. Have fun. It’s impersonal, it guts you, was this what all years of your relationship was worth? Years of sticking together just to be abadndoned at your lowest. Then you later find out she remarried, had two kids, who are only a few years apart from yours... she did not waste time moving on. Think about that. And how you feel. Then imagine the man she moved on with, saying the reason he gave her an ultimatum rather than being disgusted by her was all out of love.” I scoff at the word that has haunted

He stood with a hand unbuttoning his sleeves, his tongue licking the inside of his lip. "The room was dark, so I drew away the curtains." Elise's back was facing the window, and Deuce moved forward to her. She was nervous as he moved closer. Deuce smirked as he walked past her, closed the window, and drew the curtains back. "Don't ever open the window again. This is my room and I love to keep my window shut just as I would like you to stay put also." His tone and his disinterested expression matched. "I didn't ask you to bring me in here or kidnap me in the first place." Elise rolled her eyes at his words and folded her arms

“You think you can ruin my life and then sit here and talk about want, like it will erase everything you’ve done? You tried to kill me. You poisoned your friend’s food.” Luca leaned forward, his gaze never leaving hers. “Ruin your life?” he echoed, his tone soft, almost incredulous. “Kiara, everything I’ve done—every single thing—was for us. For you. Because I love you.” Her laugh was bitter and sharp. “Love? You don’t even know what that word means. Manipulation, lies, poison—that’s what you call love?”

Emilia's memories of their torture and humiliation still seared her mind, a stark contrast to the kindness she had once shown them. A wave of disgust washed over her as she recalled her past feelings for Lucas. In her ignorance, she had fallen deeply in love with him, blind to his true nature. He was her first love, and the pain of that betrayal cut deep. Yesterday's revelation had extinguished that love, replacing it with a fierce hatred.