Isaiah 53 Forbidden Chapter Novels & Stories

The waiter asked, glancing at the prince. "I-I'm not allowed to eat at this time." Tierra mumbled quietly. Damien ignored her. "Two plates of roasted meat. Some vegetables, also." The waiter nodded and walked away. When Damien glanced at Tierra, her eyes were wide. "What? What's wrong?" "I'm not allowed to eat meat. All the slaves aren't allowed to eat meat." She said. Damien sighed, "Like i said, I do what I want." He said. When their food came, Tierra first took a hesitant bite from the meat, then another, then another. She fell in love and ate like she hadn't eaten in days.

************** AUTHOR’S NOTE Some scars aren’t visible and some punishments aren’t about pain, but power. Isa’s journey is messy, raw, and real. This chapter is just a glimpse into the war between control and desire. Like, comment, and subscribe if you’re ready to go deeper.

Elder Isaiah called out to his men “What are you waiting for? You heard the girl. Send out the men now. Search every IVF hospital in Seattle… comb them all. Find her before she slips through our fingers. Find the doctor, find the nurses, find everyone involved in that IVF” Isaiah’s eyes burned with fury. “She cannot escape... Bring me the file of every IVF doctor in Seattle..." he paced and slammed both hands on the table. "The vessel can never have that baby. ”

amaya said confidently. She spoke so highly of her grandson. I stood up and returned the book I was reading before going over to her. "I have a feeling already" I cheekily replied with a gloaty smile. Who ever he was, I was really anxious to meet him. "So tell me child. What book were you reading?"amaya asked as we walked through thehallways. I laughed. "One of Williams Shakespeare's books. King Lear is the tittle" "You know I wish i could read English books. I can only speak but I don't know how to read"amaya confessed.

God help the man who thought he could steal a glance at her. God help the man who thought he could touch her. God help the man who sent her roses. I’d burn his world to ash. Because there are lines you don’t cross. And touching what’s mine? That’s at the top of the fucking list.

But wasn't that the appeal? Even Adam and Eve were tempted by the forbidden fruit and where did that lead them? Nowhere good, if Isis remembered correctly. Things were forbidden for a reason and just as his words conjured her arousal, her thoughts hindered them but it didn't stop her from answering truthfully. "No, I would never think of you in that light."

she whispered, stopping the argument before it escalated. “You will not go near those lower chambers,” my father snapped. “You have no right to think that you can look through our pack.” “So there are lower chambers,” Isaiah said, voice sharp. “Everything that has been told is true?” “You will keep your mouth shut unless spoken to.” Father snapped, letting out a little growl. Isaiah’s smile was thin. “That would be easier if you stopped confirming everything by accident. You know you are actually allowing yourself to be questioned by answering questions without even being asked.”

“Please… not now.” He frowned. “Did I do something wrong again?” “No,” I replied quickly. “I just… I have somewhere I need to be.” He studied my face, then sighed. “Okay….I don’t want to push you.” “Thank you Daniel." I said with a smile. “You don't have to thank me Eva…whenever you are ready, I am ready." What I didn't seem to also understand was the fact that I was ready to become intimate with my sister's fiance but I couldn't bring myself to do the same thing with my ex.

If I could get my hands on the secret behind raising a Deathfeign Parasite, I was going to strike it rich. Forget substitute-bride jobs and ritual services. I’d never have to live like an overworked laborer again. I pressed tightly against his chest, our bodies tangled together, even my legs wrapped around his. “Blake Hall, look! My Revival Worm is about to eat your Deathfeign Parasite alive!” I kept rambling nonstop beside his ear. After who knew how long, I suddenly heard the faintest sigh beside me. “Why… did you stop calling me ‘Your Majesty’…”

He strokes himself slowly, smearing the wetness as he stares down at my dripping, exposed cunt. “Because even a man of God gets tired of jerking his cock raw every night fantasizing about the same forbidden pussy,” he growls. “Years of watching you prance around this house in tiny shorts, knowing you were in here soaking your panties for me. I’m done being holy when it comes to you.” He climbs fully onto the bed, shoving my thighs wider apart with his knees. The thick head of his cock drags through my slick folds, teasing my swollen clit before settling at my entrance.