Novel & Cerita Lesbian Romance Novels About Forbidden Love

Lydia, my usual, stood up and made her way over, she was a pretty brunette, although dull compared to my fiery red goddess. “Damien, no room this time? Or are you feeling adventurous to do it in front of everyone?” she looked hopeful. I smiled, “Sorry love, just the blood tonight.” Her face visible dropped, “Did you find a new lover?” “Lydia, you know I have many lovers,” I reminded her, granted at this time, I wanted none of them, they never felt like anything either, just a way to satisfy a need. I only ever took a willing partner though.

The memory of that sudden, tearing pain was still fresh, still throbbing dully in my overstretched pussy. But at the same time, I wanted him. Moon goddess help me. I'd heard stories from the she-wolves in my pack about their first times with their mates. They'd spoken of soft, tender touches and slow pleasure, of gentle lovers who made them feel cherished and adored. None of them had mentioned pain like this. None of them had warned me it would feel like being violently split apart by an unyielding brute. That made me realize it was going to be a completely different story for me.

He wrapped his arms gently around my waist and we kissed I pulled my face away with a light laugh, and we both chuckled. “Shall we, my lady?” He opened the car door with a little bow, and I smiled as I stepped in. We drove quietly, music drifting softly from the car speakers. When we arrived, I gasped. I thought it was just a simple dinner date. I didn’t know Leo had other plans. He had booked and decorated a cozy resort—a quiet place wrapped in fairy lights, rose petals scattered across the ground, with soft music. Lanterns flickered in gold, outlining a dinner table set for two under a delicate white canopy.

We’ve read so many forbidden stories… we’ve come a long way with No Saints! The tension, the sins, the things that shouldn’t happen, but always do. But this chapter is different. This one isn’t forbidden. There’s no hiding, no guilt. Just a husband and his wife. A mate and her Alpha. This scene is taken from my book A luna’s Revenge, and it can be read on its own. To read Alexander and Abigail’s full story, search A luna’s Revenge by Ebi Happy on GoodNovel.

Penelope asked and the woman bobbed her head again. “It started a long time ago when your great-great-grandfather was in love with a werewolf girl, Liam. They were not mates, but lovers. It was a time when werewolves and Lycans lived together in peace. Their love bloomed so greatly that everybody was jealous of how beautiful their love was and they all took them as their role models. They wanted to get married and live happily together but everything changed when the werewolf girl found her mate, as destined by the Moon Goddess."

No part of this novel may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the author. The Forbidden Love Series will be slightly different from the ones I've written so far. The stories in this series are not connected to each other. They are each stand-alone stories, and all of them feature forbidden love. A Short Synopsis: Twenty-four-year-old Serenity Parker had always been in love with her older brother's best friend, Alexander Dawson who was two years older than her. Soon she found out that he was too interested in his underground fight clubs and

“Another heir. Another lie to bury.” I thrust up, gripping her hips. “We’ll fuck our way through it. Together.” The sex never stopped. Rougher now with her changing body, careful but intense. Anal remained her favorite escape. I took her ass gently at first, then harder as she demanded. Breast play with her swollen tits. Breeding kink amplified. The thriller continued. Meetings with lawyers turned into risky public fucks. Hotel rooms became battlegrounds of passion. We faced the new sister with the same weapons, sex, lies, and unbreakable love.

"Listen, Sister-in-law. You're the first and only woman who's ever been with Brother Damian. Got it? Not Sister Helen. Not anyone else. You. That's got to mean something. He chose you. He wants you. He-loves-you!" Livia's eyes widened. Love? Seriously? Her mind reeled, flashing through memories like a film reel spinning out of control. "I'll destroy your family." "You dare argue with me?" "Rub my back properly. Were you not fed?" "You have to pay with your body." "Don't want to sleep with me? Then leave!" Her fingernails scratched at the edge of the table. Is that love? Would someone in love say those things? No... Damian only sleeps with me because I'm his wife-someone he legally owns. Some

The moment I did, the darkness was filled with them. Finn’s rough thumb against my cheek. Kelly’s massive frame looming over me. “Nova...” I could hear them in the hiss of the steam, their voices merging into a dark, forbidden demand. In my mind, the fantasy bloomed, violent and intoxicating. A soft, broken moan escaped my lips. My hand slid down my wet belly, my fingers parting my aching folds and sliding straight into the slick, dripping heat of my own desire. I was soaking wet, leaking heavily.

Three years of her life had just been bought off in less than thirty seconds, and her boyfriend hadn't even hesitated to abandon her for a piece of paper. "I told you he didn't deserve you," Roman murmured, his voice a low, dark purr against her neck. He didn't give her time to process the abandonment. The moment Liam left, the atmosphere in the sitting room turned completely steamy and heavy. Roman's hands instantly moved back up her thighs, tearing her underwear to the side with a fierce, impatient rip. He lifted her slightly, adjusting her placement on his lap, and guided his thick, rigid length straight into her slick warmth in one deep, sudden thrust.