Lo Prohibido Sabe Mejor Novels & Stories

“Nah you didn’t, you just didn’t remember. Right?” “Yup that is correct.” “You do know they are the same right?” She laughed. “Are they? I have no idea. I am so dumb” I laughed too. “You’re crazy. Anyways, I received the picture. I know you weren’t kissing so no need to explain. I’m sure everyone else is thinking they are kissing but clearly anyone with two eyes and a brain would know it isn’t.” “Thank you soo much babe. But how exactly did you figure that part out?” Lisa’s brain works in crazy ways honestly.

“We hear he could be your mate. Is that true?” Taken aback by this question, I paused, wondering how much I was allowed to share. Thankfully, the girl massaging my scalp flicked her forehead. “That’s none of your business. Besides, the Priest cannot have mates. He is forbidden to.” My ears perked up at her revelation. Not sure my wolf liked the sound of that either. The girl was relentless. “So what if the goddess blesses him with one? Is he going to reject her?” “Maybe he’s going to hide her identity away.” The second girl pouted. “Priests are not allowed mates since they’re meant to be devoted to the goddess. That is what the High Priestess says.”

It's from Monika. *How is your little peanut doing?* She texts. This little whore did not! ... (to be continued)

"We cannot let this baby be born. It is a threat to our pack's purity. I want you to take some men and kill the baby before anyone knows about it." The guard hesitated, their expressions conflicted. They knew that this was a terrible order, but they also knew that they could not disobey their alpha. One of them stepped forward, his voice trembling slightly. "But sir, isn't this against our laws and traditions? Shouldn't we at least hear what Andie has to say about it?"

“We won’t let you destroy everything we’ve worked for. We won’t let you win this battle, you mindless bastard.” Sebastian’s smile widened, his eyes glittering with malice. “Oh, Jaydon… who said this is about winning? Lose now, our kind will still rise to win again. Win now, and it just makes my work a lot more easier. This is just for my entertainment, and not about victory. I want to test the limits of the one who rumours has it can rival my power. This is about your survival. In the end, you know what they say: Only the strong survive.”

"How do you know that?" "Because it's showing me things too." His jaw tightens, and I understand, without him needing to say more, that whatever memory has claimed him is its own private toll, one he is not ready to share aloud even now. "We keep moving. That's the only way through a place like this. If we stop and let it hold us in any single memory, I don't think it lets go."

He spoke in Italian, words I didn’t understand, but the tone was tender. "Penso di stare cazzo amando te, Lena. Non posso farlo, non voglio che tu ti faccia male, questo... questo mondo? Non è il tuo posto. Sei troppo buona per me, io sono troppo oscuro per te, ma tu mi hai avvolto intorno alle tue cazzo dita e non importa, non riesco a stare lontano. Cazzo."

His arms were strong, and I could not break free. "Let me go!" I cried out, but my voice came out soft and breathless instead. The sound of it only seemed to excite him more. I could feel something hard pressing against my belly. It made my whole body go weak, my blood start to boil. I felt like I was going to burst. He lowered his head, about to latch onto me. I crossed my arms tightly over my chest and kept protesting. "Don't! Please! I'm going to be your sister-in-law."

My hands instinctively went back under her shirt, No shorts, no bra, no panties, just the damn shirt. I wanted to take off that shirt. But knowing that if I went any further, there would be no stopping. And that knowledge burned hotter than anything else.

“Did you?” “Yes,” I said honestly. “And I don’t regret it.” Because the wanting hadn’t been the problem. Silence had been. Shame had been. Being told that fire was something to fear instead of understand. I stepped closer to him, resting my arms on the railing too. “For a long time,” I said, “I thought forbidden meant wrong.” “And now?” “Now I think forbidden just means powerful,” I said. “And power scares people who need control.” He smiled then, not wide, not triumphant. Just real.