Name A Yellow Fruit Novels & Stories

"Bound by a prophecy, our love was never ours to keep. It was written, a passion cursed to consume us both—destined to ignite, destined to destroy, and never to be undone." Have you ever looked at your stepbrother and been like, Damn, I wanted him? For Ahvi Thatcher, life as a step-sibling has never been easy. She remembered the first time she saw him and the attraction that nearly knocked herself off her feet. It was strong—too strong, almost unnatural. But he was her stepbrother and the feelings were wrong and she knew it, yet she couldn't resist the lure of the forbidden fruit that was her step-brother. One forbidden bite and she found herself in a whirl of passion and intrigue, torn between the forces of love and lust that battled inside her heart. Will Ahvi be dragged into the shadows by her stepbrother, her sinful desires, and her own forbidden passion, or will she break free and find a brighter road ahead? What if there was no bright road ahead? What if everything and everyone she knew was a lie and now she must save herself from a world she never knew existed in the first place? only if she hadn't given in to her desires.

"I want your body Rose..." He said leaning against his office chair.. Her grey orbs widened at his blunt words... " I am not your whore, boss..." She tried to keep her face straight not wanting to show him any kind of emotions... "I know, let's make a deal, you give me what I want and in return I will give you something which you desire the most... Tell me Rose What do you want..." She just stared at his evil smirking face... " I want Freedom..." She replied and his smirking face turned into shocked one... ************************** Damian knight a cold and ruthless mafia boss who wants a strong willed girl for himself, but when he found her, he realised that it's actually next to impossible to have her... What will he do to taste this forbidden fruit, will he be able to have her or will she refuse to become his... How would Damian react when her cold behaviour will stomp on his ego again and again... welcome to the journey of two dark souls...

On the night of our wedding, my husband told me he wanted to have a child with his teacher’s daughter. When I confronted him, he turned it back on me. “Teacher is seriously ill, and her only wish is to see three generations under one roof. My junior and I are just doing IVF. It’s not like anything is actually happening between us!” “Besides, you were also her student. How could you refuse to help fulfill her last wish?” However, the next day, when I went to visit our teacher with a fruit basket, I saw my husband and his junior locked in an embrace at the corner of the hallway. The moment was like a bolt of lightning. I turned and walked away. The following day, my husband sent me a text: [I’m going with her for the IVF. Let’s postpone the family gathering for a few days.] I did not reply. Instead, I went back to my hometown alone, visiting each of my relatives to personally apologize. Then, I went to a lawyer. “I’d like to sue my husband for bigamy.”

The day she walked into that mansion her life was forever transformed. And all it took was his lovely smile to sweep her off her feet on the first meeting for her to tumble into the deep trap of a twisted and forbidden affair. When confronted with such a dramatic situation, Avita felt it was immoral and refused to compromise her values to satisfy her lust and desire for her friend’s father. But, once fate had been decided, there was no way out. Her tenacity and determination left a lasting impression on him. Her delectable, soothing, and calming fragrance kept tempting him to do the forbidden, and he succumbed to his desires. She was everything he loved and despised, and her presence in his life confused everything. He wanted to keep plucking the forbidden fruit, despite the grave repercussions. And the repercussions of his avarice caused him considerable pain. When two people from separate worlds with different agendas meet due to circumstances, plots, and tricks designed as fate. What do you think will happen? What do you think will happen when the virtuous and flawless lover and girlfriend reveal herself to be something no one expected her to be?

"There there. Now you look like the attention-seeking slut you truly are," Thomas said, as he gripped my right arm and pulled me close till we stood eye to eye, his dark gray eyes glinting with maniac desire, which sent a chill through me like someone had doused me with freezing water. *** Innocent Nivea Scott got married to Thomas Westington to help save her family, and this became the beginning of hell for her. One month into the marriage, she escapes the house and runs to a nightclub in search of a passionate touch, which she finds. Only for her one-night stand to end up being her stepson, Zane Westington. Zane is shocked when he finds the mystery woman he slept with and can't get out of his mind is none other than his new stepmom. Forced to live under the same roof with his father's new wife, Zane finds his forbidden desire for her increasing with every breath. He has tasted the forbidden fruit and he wants more! But Zane knows how monstrous his father truly is, and if Thomas finds out, it might just be too late to save Nivea from his wrath.

After returning home from a flight, I realize that my bottle of hair conditioner has run out in the bathroom. The thing is, my husband, Carlos Zappa, doesn't use hair conditioner at all. Seeing Carlos through the frosted glass, I decide to probe him for answers. "Did any guests stay over lately? Or have you started doing hair care?" Carlos flips through the documents, which are stamped with the Zappa family crest, impatiently at my questions. "Maybe a maid accidentally toppled the bottle over when she was cleaning the bathroom. Also, why are you annoying me with such minuscule matters?" When I put on the bathrobe, I feel a ticklish sensation coming from the collar. As soon as I look down, I notice a strand of dried yellow hair being entangled in the collar. The moment the steam dissipates, I see two pairs of intertwining handprints on the bathroom's glass door. I never thought that my home would grow this popular during my one-week trip away from home. I've been married to Carlos for three years, and yet this is my first time finding out that he's actually this wild in bed. So, I secretly text my father, the Don of the Carozza family. "Dad, Carlos has cheated on me. Does the bet we made three years ago still count?"

Alec - My life has been nothing but pain. I gave up not just looking for my mate but in general a long time ago. My pack, my friends, not even my children can bring me out of this endless nightmare. My wolf runs things. But when I see Crista's face, I see an end to my misery. I'll stay silent no more. She is the light, and I'll do anything to protect her. Crista - One night of terror has sent my peaceful life into turmoil. My pack is gone, and so are my parents. I was only able to save my little sisters. But when we're found unknowingly crossing the border into the Incubi Pack, it feels more like out of the frying pan and into the fire. The alpha of the Incubi Pack is known across the world as ruthless. The Moon Goddess must have a sense of humor as my wolf whimpers mate' as his yellow eyes meet mine. This book is a spinoff series from the Bloodmoon Series. Characters and events in this book may overlap with Beta's Surprise Mate. The Incubi Pack Series: Book 1 - Alpha of Nightmares Book 2 - The Hybrid Alpha Book 3 - Dream Mate Anthology Short Story - Chosen Mate Anthology Bonus Story - Sicilian Holiday Anthology Short Story - The Quiet Giant's Mate Book 4 - Beta's Innocent Mate

He entered her life, and their destinies became entangled in the most tragic of ways: she embodied sunshine, while he exuded darkness. He craved vengeance against his enemies, while she sought to destroy those who had killed her parents. Both had vengeful hearts, yet when it came to each other, they were willing to ruin themselves and the world to protect one another. Having been betrayed before, he vowed never to show vulnerability again to the world. Yet, against all odds, he found himself unable and unwilling to resist her pull. He offered her everything, even the world itself. His obsession with her intensified to the point where he forgot she was a forbidden fruit, entrusted to him to protect until the end of his life. Yet whenever her innocent eyes met another's, jealousy burned within him. He coveted her gaze for himself alone; it was as if she had cast a spell on him, binding him to her indefinitely. Despite the world knowing his weakness, he wore it proudly, even though she was a rose full of thorns in his life, capable of endangering his very existence

My mom gets buzzed at the family dinner and insists on burning my admission letter. She says, "You're a guy, and yet you can't get into Horvard University! What makes you think you can study at any university now? You might as well quit studying altogether!" I try to stop her from doing so, only for my dad to stop me instead. "It's just a stupid scrap of paper. Don't put a damper on your mom's mood, now. Can't you just retake the college admission exam?" Just like that, my fruit of labor gets burned to ashes. When I'm studying for the exam again, Mom keeps inviting people home for drinks. All I do is utter one complaint, and I get beaten to death by her drinking buddies. When I open my eyes again, I've returned to the night of the family dinner. This time, I've swapped out my admission letter to the IOU her boss has told her to safeguard. Go ahead and burn it. Two years later, I'll be sure to visit you at your grave, Mom.

After Ryan Spencer cheated on me again with his secretary, I completely lost it. When my mind started to spiral, I grabbed the fruit knife off the table. I just wanted it to end. “Why are you hurting yourself again? He doesn’t love you anymore?” I looked up. The sixteen-year-old Ryan was walking toward me, heartbreak written all over his face. His voice was gentle. “Tell me who he is. I’ll make him pay.” I stared into the bright, earnest eyes of the boy standing in front of me. I didn’t say a word. I simply lifted my hand and pointed at his face. Later, Ryan was the one who had me admitted to a psychiatric hospital. When the sedative began to wear off, the teenage boy appeared again, sitting by my bed. He stared at the man outside who looked just like him. The light in his eyes faded little by little. Then he spoke, his voice strained. “I don’t care who he is. I’ll kill him.” The sixteen-year-old Ryan never lied to me. When he said something, he meant it.