Lawless Love Novels & Stories

Faces blurred around her, but all she could see was Damian standing at the altar-calm, distant, and unreadable, like a statue carved from ice. When she reached him, the preacher's voice broke the silence, beginning the wedding vows. Livia took a slow, steady breath, fighting the lump rising in her throat. Her voice was soft but clear. "I, Livia Shelby, vow to be your wife and follow your rules." Damian's reply came cold and unyielding, lacking even a trace of warmth. "I, Damian Alexander, take you as my wife. You exist to serve me." No promises of love. No tender words. Just a decree.

Copyright © 2026 by Progress Arerebo. All rights reserved. Dark Romance!!! Lovies, if you are looking for an action-packed story filled with thriller, suspense, and unexpected twists, then “Lawless Eclipse” is your go-to. With chapters designed to keep you on the edge of your seat, this is not a story you want to put down. This book is purely a product of my imagination. Any resemblance to actual events, places, persons—living or dead—is entirely coincidental.

And handed it to me. I opened it. The first pages were boring lawyer shit. Then I see… Full fucking penetration, vaginal, anal, oral, at any time, with or without notice. Restraints, blindfolds, impact play, sensory deprivation. Orgasm control and denial at the Dominant’s discretion. Public and semi-public exhibition at Dominant’s pleasure. Each line made my pulse throb in my clit. By page three I was pressing my thighs together like that would stop the wetness leaking into my panties.

How I sometimes practiced, alone in the dark, what I would say at a funeral I refused to let myself fully imagine. "He's the only person who's ever loved me without needing something back," I said, my voice cracking somewhere in the middle of the sentence. "And I'm terrified of losing him. Every single day, I'm terrified. But I can't say that out loud to anyone, because then it becomes real, and I don't know how to survive it being real." Rhydian didn't rush to fix it. He didn't offer solutions, didn't mention his family's money, didn't do any of the things I'd half braced myself for. He just listened, fully, like every detail mattered exactly as much as I felt it did.

“Bottling up your emotions isn’t good.” “I’m not bottling up anything. I’m fine. I just want to go home and be with my boyfriend now.” “But you can’t.” “I couldn’t before, either. It’s a stupid fucking law. How can a legal system tell me who I should or shouldn’t love? What does the fucking law fucking know about fucking love?”

I heard Draven mutter and I looked up to glare at him, hatred filling my eyes as I brushed away my tears. “Fine? Does she look fine to you?!” I retorted, jolting up from my position as I brushed away Edward. I was about to take a step forward but to my very great frustration, my feet still refused to move. “Break this stupid compulsion!” I cried, clutching onto my dress as Draven walked up to me and I instantly stiffened when he reached up to graze my cheeks with his fingers, my body crippling at his touch. “If I were you, I’d choose my words very carefully from now on.” He warned, and I watched the blood trickle down his lips before he licked it off, causing a sob to escape through my lips.

The beast suddenly jumped, biting the black-robed man's arm and throwing it away with his strength, then he knocked the other man down with his big hind legs, he let out a fierce roar, and repeatedly licked his sharp teeth. I was sitting in the doorway, and suddenly behind me, I was sitting at the door, and all of a sudden, behind me, a voice rang out. "Dare you, boring with living?" "Hmm… Clinton again, come on." The men dressed in black descended from the terrace and disappeared. I turned to horror, a beautiful girl, short blond lemon hair and bright orange amber eyes, her bodice floating. The moonlight behind the girl made her look even better. "Thank you." Without her, I might have been

Their high school and college were filled with romantic memories. They were blindly in love and didn't care about the outcome, or their families approval, being in a Forbidden Love, the community and their families didn't approve of it. But they are stubborn enough and won't let anyone or some history bring an end to their relationship, so they ran away together.

The moon rises above the horizon, the same witness to our sins, our love, and our salvation. And beneath its light, our story continues, not as a secret, but as a legacy. The End Author’s Note If you’ve fallen in love with Gregory and Christie’s forbidden tale, you’ll be delighted to know that Celeste and Cassain’s own love story, Swapped at Birth, is available now on N******t and coming soon on GoodNovel. Their journey unfolds with sacrifices, passions and secrets that shaped two kingdoms — running parallel to Forbidden to Love: A Royal Sin. Don’t miss it!

"Locked them both up. The councils are hoping that if they stay apart, the prophecy stops, but from what I hear, it's not working." "That's terrible," I say, and I mean it. "They're punishing people for falling in love?" "Love between enemies," the merchant points out. "Vampire and werewolf,it's forbidden." "Maybe," I say, "but isn't love supposed to be good? Isn't it supposed to bring people together, not tear them apart?" "Spoken like someone who's never been in love," the young woman says with a smile. "Wait until you find your mate, then you'll understand how powerful it can be."