Lovely Lilith Taboo Novels & Stories

We couldn't stop him from touching you! "But I wasn't running away, Lilith just needed to stretch." "He.. wont.. want to... to touch me now, he... he.. will think I'm dirty, I.. I.. tried, I did, I always wanted to be pure for both of you, now... I'm not. I.. I.. couldn't St.. St.. Stop him, even with all that training, all the warrior blood that's suppose to be in me and I c.. c.. can't defend myself. I.. I.. couldn't stop h.. h.. him Caleb! He kept forcing himself into m.. m.. me and the more I.. I.. struggled the harder he pushed."

All gasped in surprised as they recognized the mark of Lilith. The entire conference hall erupted into murmurs. “That symbol,” Elder Olgana whispered, horror spreading across her ancient face, “it belongs to the Forbidden Covenant, the mark of Lilith’s Hand.” Lucifer’s aura flared for a moment. Allistair's eyes grew wide as he saw the mark, the same as in his forehead. Lilione in his mind is pacing around because of shock. Lucifer sensing his mood intertwined their hands that made Allistair smiled tenderly.

"Try not to kill yourself, pup." My body was crying out in agony from training, and my pride ached from being so soundly beaten. Not strong enough. The words clattered around inside my head, taunting me. I breathed deeply and followed Abbadon down the corridor, still tense when the scent of something acrid and sweet wafted into my nose. Lilith was settling in at home in the kitchen. She leaned against the counter, grasping an apple in her hand, its crimson skin shining brightly in the muted light. She took a bite slowly, conscientiously, her pointed fangs piercing the apple before she chewed slowly, as if something far more rich was being enjoyed.

She turned to Abigail and introduced herself. 'I am Lilith, wife of Belial, queen of chaos and misrule. Yonder is my pet, a creation of dark rage, bones and flesh vomited up from the bowels of this place. She is man-hater and man-killer, a succubus of infinite delicacy.' Lilith slid lazily alongside Abigail and entwined herself around her body. She placed her lips close to Abigail's ear and began to whisper. She whispered soothing enchantments, words of honied dreaminess. And all the while she caressed and kissed Abigail's naked body.

Lilith’s presence was commanding, her grace evident even in the simple act of sipping her coffee. Hazel cleared her throat, trying to regain her composure. “Excuse me,” she said, her voice steady despite the fluttering anxiety in her chest. Lilith placed her mug on the table with a delicate clink, then rose gracefully. She turned to face Hazel, her gaze unyielding and cold. As Lilith’s eyes met Hazel’s, it was clear she was sizing her up with an air of detached judgment. “So, you must be his new lover,” Lilith said, her tone dripping with disdain. Her words cut through the air like a knife, sharp and precise.

And beneath it… seduction. A shiver traced Lydia’s spine as she looked back down at the face so eerily like hers. For a terrifying moment, she didn’t know where Lilith ended and she began. Damian touched her wrist gently. “There’s something else in the compartment.” She reached back into the slot and pulled out a torn scrap of parchment. On it was a handwritten phrase—scrawled in Maxim’s unmistakable script. Commandment Seven: Your body is a temple—set it on fire.

But Lucian stood tall, placing himself between me and my parents. “I love her,” Lucian said, his voice steady despite the tremble in his hands. “This isn’t lust... this isn’t corruption. I have fought against it. I have prayed against it. But God has not taken this love from me. Isabella is not ruined, she is cherished... She is mine.” His raw claim on me bloomed something inside my heart. I smiled through the chaos, the corner of my eyes prickling with tears. My mother sobbed, clutching my father’s arm. “Isabella… how could you? We raised you in faith. We trusted you... and you… and you’ve been whoring yourself to a priest?”

Sol appeared wearing a magnificent Sun Robe, holding the sacred object of the eternal covenant—a Seal of Light forged from divine fire. Seeing this display, the crowd grew excited. "Look, is that Sol? The God of Dawn? To conclude a covenant with him is a supreme honor!" Listening to the crowd’s discussion, Lilith’s mood became even more elated. She seemed to visualize the image of herself completing the covenant with Sol before the statue of the Creator, becoming the Divine Queen that everyone envied. Lilith couldn't wait. She lifted the hem of her robe and walked toward Sol. "Sol, I’m here..."

There might be shame in daydreaming and wishing that it was me he looked at, but no one has to know that. And so what if it makes me look pathetic, it's no one's business but my own. Besides, Luca Valentine looks way too hot in his blue t-shirt. A lot hotter than the green one he wore yesterday. It would be a shame for him not to be looked at. "You're staring," Lilith hisses, snapping her fingers in my face. Her red painted fingernails catches my attention, and I blink. "Stop it. You're getting creepy." Lilith tosses her equally vibrant red hair over her shoulder, a curly strand catching on her black cat shaped earring. She drops her hand and grabs her travel mug, taking a big sip of the con

He couldn’t help but frown deeply while making that single questioning note with all the incredulity in the world, unconsciously at that, as he looked at the purple-haired woman who sat in front, now facing him after pushing away the mountain after mountains of paperwork that never seemed to decrease no matter which time he had come to converse with her in this confidential room. She was his aunt as well as the acting Queen of the Lustburg kingdom, Lilith Luxuria, a woman so utterly attractive and incredibly alluring, downright bewitching even, that he could only admit that she was worthy of her enchanting name. If Milia was a woman that emanated a motherly aura, then Lilith was the kind of