Illicit Love Novels & Stories

“See how we’re all working so well together? I don’t know why you would want to get out of this.” The woman rolled her eyes at the false sweetness in the man’s tone. “Damien, I’ve already told you before I even joined this group. I’m not doing this permanently. So take whatever plans you have in that scheming head of yours and shove it up your ass,” she sharply replied. The man groaned, pleasured by her boldness, “There’s the Eve that I love! I always wonder why you just don’t say yes to being my woman. We’re like a match made in heaven, or hell if you prefer.”

Many people say that falling in love is not wrong. All beings have the right to feel love. It's not wrong to fight for love, until the end. It's not something wrong if love can or can't be reciprocated. However, why should Reo get social punishment? He just fell in love, and tried to fight for his love. Although the idol of the heart is called unusual if it is Reo who loves him.

I try to process everything but each time I do, it gives me headache. I've done nothing but love him. I see our future together, I plan our future. I gave him my virginity few years ago, I allow him have sex with me when I wasn't ready. I learned to love him as years went by. I gave up almost everything for him. This was how he is going to repay me? The tears is already pouring down now. I can't hold it in. I'm broken.

My stepmother is crying now, broken sobs shaking her shoulders as she clutches the bedpost for support. "That girl is barely an adult, Luca!" my father roars, his face red with fury. "I trusted you with her, and this is what you do? You defile her?" "I didn't defile her," I snap, wiping blood from my lip. "I love her. And she loves me. I'd rather be with her than Wren." "Listen to yourself!" my stepmother sobs. "You'd rather be with your stepsister? She's half your age, Luca! Did you rape her? Groom her?"

They were not words of love or genuine intention; they were dictated by expectations, imposed by family, and executed with mechanical precision. As the minister’s voice faded into the background, I could feel a tumult of emotions churning within me—anger, sorrow, and a gnawing sense of betrayal. How could I possibly live a life where every moment was measured, every smile forced? I wondered if Damien even understood the cost of what we had just sealed with our words. I recalled the brief, intense moment when his lips met mine—a kiss that, for a split second, seemed to hold a promise of passion. Yet, it quickly dissolved into the clinical detachment that had come to define him. It was as if h

My spinal cord was severely injured that made me unable to walk again. Sitting in this wheelchair, looking outside the window I can't help but to reminisce about the past. But If I could bring the past back I would still choose what I choose back then even if it made me disabled. Even if it made me use this wheelchair for the rest of my life.. Back then, I admit I made a huge mistake. I betrayed Stuart and Avery, the people who regard me as family. The people who regard me as their older brother. I betrayed them just because I fell in love with the wrong person—Oliver King. Though Oliver never reciprocated my feelings, he didn’t push me away either. Well maybe because I was of use to him bac

But she looked as if she’d accepted it long before it happened, twisting the knife deeper into my nearly dead heart. I will never forget the look on her face. There was a trace of guilt, but I knew in that moment that she knew it was coming.....and welcomed it. I just saved her from doing it herself. Relief. That was what I had seen in her face that day. “Love is an illusion. The goddess knew that when she created mates. The pairing of souls is a futile attempt at forcing the hands of her minions. She watches from her throne as her little games play out, but they are just that. Games. You are a pawn and your heart, a simple casualty to the bigger picture. Humans, by nature, are flawed. Each

The lashes kept coming as the rules poured out each one more brutal than the last. Then Lord Lucifer’s voice rose above the rest: “The tenth and most deadly rule!” The room fell silent except for Vincenzo’s ragged breathing. “Love… is prohibited. Women are to be treated like slaves and puppets. Falling in love is like swimming in acid. Crying over a woman… feeling guilty about a woman… is forbidden. The woman receives the most hurt.” “The wages of love is death”. Alan screamed it with the monsters…. Lord Lucifer leaned close, blood dripping from his chest wound.

the judge says, "you have been convicted of kidnapping, attempted murder, conspiracy to commit murder, and a dozen other crimes that I will not list here so as not to waste our time. Do you have anything to say before I sentence you?" Kier looks at me. He looks at Celestine. His mouth opens. His lips move. But no words come out. "I did it for love," he finally says. "Everything I did, I did for love." The judge shakes her head. "Love does not look like this," she says. "Love does not hold people in underground bunkers. Love does not put knives to throats. Love does not terrorize and manipulate and destroy. This is not love, Mr. Thornwell. This is an obsession. This is madness. This is cruelt

Maybe some kinds of love were simply both at once flawed and real, suffocating and safe, obsession dressed up so convincingly as devotion that after enough years, it became impossible to tell where one ended and the other began. He felt the soft weight of new life beneath his palm, the child neither of them had planned for but who existed now regardless, tangled up in the same complicated inheritance as his brother before him. "I'm here," Mathew murmured against his hair, as though he'd heard every unspoken thought passing behind Silius's closed eyes. "Whatever it is. I'm here." And despite everything despite every unresolved question about what kind of love this really was, despite the quie