Novel & Cerita Kumpulan Cerita Cinta Terlarang

Pinky squinted to read it, her eyes tracing the loops and crosses. "Collection of short stories for ladies," the title read. "Stories of desire, of awakening, of the first time." Pinky blinked, her eyes widening as she read on. The handwriting was feminine, secretive, as if the writer were sharing her most guarded thoughts with only the pages. It was a confession. A revelation. As she began to read.

**Jack's Pov** I'd been married to Emily for eight years, but that didn't stop the forbidden thoughts about her stepsister, Lara. It started six years ago at a family reunion—Lara was just turning 18, fresh out of high school, with that effortless beauty: long auburn hair, green eyes that sparkled with mischief, and a body that could make a man forget his vows. She wasn't blood-related to Emily, thank God, but she was family. Still, I'd catch myself staring at her curves, the way her hips swayed in those tight jeans, or how her laugh lit up a room. I'd jerk off in the shower thinking about her, guilt twisting in my gut afterward. Emily was great, loving, supportive but Lara was my secret obs

My family would have been humiliated. So I married him knowing he would never really want me. Never really satisfy me. Never give me what I needed in bed. And I decided right then that I wouldn't settle for a sexless marriage just because my husband preferred dick. The mechanic doesn't know about the neighbor's brother. The neighbor's brother doesn't know about the mechanic. My husband doesn't know about either of them. And I'm keeping it that way. Because this arrangement works. I get the hard rough sex I crave. I get variety. I get to explore every kink and desire my body has without judgment or hesitation.

"Hillian told me everything about you. How you look when you cum. How long you’ve been untouched by the old man. How you touched yourself in his room that day. I listened to every word he told me." My throat had gone dry by now, I looked from one face to the other. Hillian squeezed my hands. "I’m asking you again. Do you want this? From both of us." I should have said no, I should have stood up and walked out. Instead I let my body answer first, I could feel myself getting excited. I had never had sex with two people before. It had always been a fantasy I kept private, but now it was standing in front of me actually playing out in real time. "Yes," I whispered.

she warned me. "Fine. Let's start with the sillier stuff then. What are your guilty pleasures?" Her cheeks flushed pink and she looked away, fiddling with her fingers. "You're going to laugh at me." I crossed my heart. "I won't. I'm intrigued now. Tell me." "Well," she cleared her throat, "I like watching and reading boy love stories." I suppressed a laugh, nodding instead. "Any reason for it?" She shrugged and I reached forward and placed my hand on hers, giving it a comforting squeeze.

I had no idea on what to reply back with, except a smile. “They’re many meanings behind this painting, this painting has a lot of stories behind it, would you like to hear one?” I ask her, she looks taken back, but she nods anyway and I reply. “There’s the story of a forbidden love, a love between two people that could never become a reality no matter how many lives they lived, so their best bet was to never know each other again, but even that was impossible, they kept meeting and suffered a miserable end everything, and yet rather than to let go, they would still promise to meet again, even if it kills them.” I told her. She looked at the painting and then me, and after looking puzzled fo

You know, the one that recently came true, in spectacular style. So, here goes: I have always wanted to fuck a bride on her way to her wedding. Despite knowing that the majority of brides these days aren’t exactly pure and innocent, I’ve always really fancied screwing one of them senseless in the back of my limo before dropping her off at her destination, where she’ll commit herself to someone else for the rest of her life. There’s no need to start psychoanalyzing it—I know it’s because it’s taboo, forbidden, corrupt. And therein lies the attraction. And, as I said, for a long time it was just a harmless fantasy that nobody knew about.

Cherry sat down besides her Madeleine, while Madeleine took a seat beside Adeline. "You girls did great!" Adeline said to both of them. "Yeah, I know. Cherry can't stop boasting about it." Madeleine said laughing as she gave Cherry a nudge at her shoulder playfully. "I told you I could do it!" Cherry argued. "Great." Adeline replied with a light smile. "Did you guys enjoy your performance?" "We sure did." Madeleine said nodding. "Yeah...it was great." Cherry added agreeing with Madeleine. A few moments later, the last auction began. The item was an art piece called 'Naked Truth.' It depicted a painting of a forest and a young woman made of flowers, stretching forth her hand towards a man who

**** The two lovers lay in the aftermath of their lovemaking as they tried to catch their breath. Kil's mind was at rest, but the same can't be said for Laty, who was beating himself for allowing his mate to mark him. But the deed had already been done. He was now mated to a bloodsucker. He got a mate from the species he vowed to eradicate. THE END

Still burning. Cameron had left just hours ago. They had barely spoken after he’d taken her against the bathroom wall, filling her with his release and then wiping her clean with her silk scarf. No affection. No hesitation. Only heat. They were past the point of flirting. Past teasing. Past hiding it well. The lies they told themselves were thinner now. This wasn’t an affair of convenience anymore. This was compulsion. This was addiction. And it was getting harder to hide.