Lawless Love Novels & Stories

I stared straight ahead. The priest, apparently sensing nothing unusual about any of this, continued. “Ian Lawson.” He turned to face him directly. “Do you take Layla Thompson to be your lawfully wedded wife? To have and to hold, in sickness and in health, in good times and in difficult times, for richer or poorer, keeping yourself only to her for as long as you both shall live?” Ian turned to look at me. Cold. Calm. Completely collected. Not a flicker of anything on his face — no nerves, no hesitation, no acknowledgement that what was happening was in any way significant or difficult or worth reacting to. Like he was answering a straightforward question in a business meeting.

He laughed humorlessly as I hear him walking towards me, he pulled me roughly to look at him, "Do you think you have choices to make? Love, No. Right? Wait, I will give you two option," He began, rubbing his hands together, " First, Get ready, Smile, marry me and be happy, or second, don't get ready, don't smile, don't marry me and stay unhappy when people around here will call you my whore, even tho if I don't touch you, then don't blame me. " "I don't care!" "Really? let's see then the right choice is yours make. " He utters softly, moving back as he called some maids, "Ladies, please, help her to get ready on time. "

the trio defended. "They never gave consent!" "We weren't going to rape them." "Fine, drink their blood without consent, either way I wasn't going to allow you to do that to them!" I snarled. "You used compulsion to get what you wanted. If you wanted blood, you should've gone to a whore house!" Their faces contorted in disgust at the thought. "You're no better than those Moroi who simply take and leave." I glared. "That's enough." Joe hushed.

she cooed, her lips brushing his neck. Deuce's grip on the tub's edge tightened. Lena's seduction was unwelcome. Yet, his body responded. Deuce's eyes snapped open, his gaze locking onto Lena's. In an instant, his hand wrapped around her throat. Lena's eyes widened, surprise and fear flashing. "Alpha," she whispered, her voice strained. Deuce's grip tightened. "What game are you playing, omega?" he growled. Lena's hands grasped his wrist, attempting to pry his fingers loose. "I-I just wanted......" she stammered.

he looked straight into my eyes gulping loudly, “What do you mean?” “I'm Daniel Winston, yes ‘’the’ Daniel Winston and I'm not just anyone to Lisa, I'm the father of her child,” I answered with a pointed look. He exahled shakenly, yes I too have had the rumors about me but the difference is ... .it's not a rumor, everything said about me is true. I enjoy seeing people suffer and I don't flinch in sight of danger, that is until I fell in love . I've always perceived love as a weakness and promised never to feel such, but one night with my goddess and here we are. But of course I can never tell anyone about it. It's my little secret.

I blushed as I remembered all the sex we have been having and in different places, I can't even think of one part of the house that we have not had sex in yet and it's not just random meaningless sex, its always so passionate and fiery. "Wow, I am so happy for you. You are so lucky and strong willed, I mean it still baffles me how you were able to make a homophobic Alpha fall in love with you within a period of three months, you were so convinced that it will happen and you actually made it happen." Lawrence said and he made it sound so easy but it's not true, it was never easy, I was so exasperated and I considered giving up.

Then I quickly slip out of my bikini. “What a view,” Lawler whispers with lust as he emerges out of the water to find me lying naked on the grass, waiting for him. The limited daylight gives him the illusion of hooded red eyes, and it turns me on even more as he stalks over to my naked body. “Are you just going to gawk at me or join me?” I demand an answer. “Join you.” He growls his words deep within his chest as he removes his clothing and pins my body down with his. “I love you.” He whispers. “I love you too,” I whisper back just as he thrusts himself deep within me.

We must be prepared to put up a struggle for it. Jace narrows his eyes. “What about people who disobey the law? What about the mayhem that comes with love?” Mara moves closer and puts her hand in Dorian's before I can reply. She acknowledges, in a trembling but determined voice, "We've broken the laws, However, what we have is authentic. The risk is worthwhile.” I can see the horror in their expressions as gasps reverberate across the audience. Now that the secret is out, everyone can see it. There is no going back now that Mara and Dorian have made their forbidden love public.

Loving him was a crime Not a metaphor, not a whispered exaggeration lovers used to feel dangerous. In Averyn, love—when forbidden —was not forgiven. It was answered with death. Swift. Public. Unquestioned. It was a law carved with blood and governed without mercy. Desire was not to be claimed in Averyn, it was regulated strictly with loyalty. Step-siblings, sworn kin, promised women, high-profile individuals, and the commoner: sacred bonds, any romance that crosses these lines is met with the same sentence.

My twin sister, Vivian Hall and I were inseparable. Then she died. Three months later, I married her husband, Lawrence Peterson. For five years, he only touched me once a year, on our birthday. He made me wear her silk nightgowns. He made me put on her signature red lipstick. He forced me to mimic every detail, from the exact way she brushed back her hair to the soft sound of her voice in the dark. "Lift the corners of your lips," he whispered against my skin, his breath burning hot, his words ice cold. "Vivian never smiled so cheaply." He pulled me closer, burying his face in my neck. "Do you know why I only touch you tonight?" he breathed. "Because tonight is the only night I