Our Forbidden Romance Novels & Stories

He licked his lips, still looking. I looked down and realized my nipples had already hardened beneath the fabric. “Say you want us, baby sister, and we'll have you so weak you won't be able to walk again,” Devon said, smacking my ass. The sound echoed through the silent basement. “No. I'm your big sister.” I still protested, but my voice was weak. I had never been involved in a threesome, and I had always told myself I never would be. But with them around, I didn't know if I could keep that promise.

Without wasting time, he wrapped his hand around me and captured my lips in a kiss that did nothing but bore frustration into my skin. He was watching, I could feel it. The hairs on my body stood on end. Damian finally ended the kiss, looking me over with a sexual glint dancing around his eyes. "Miss Donna..." His unmistakable deep voice hit my ears, my core, and reverberated through me. Relief was dancing around my eyes when I turned, craning my neck to meet his gaze. But it was on Damian, sharp and murderous. "Can you give us a minute?" He wasn't asking, he was demanding.

Her legs remained wrapped around his waist and when he went deeper, she gasped and that gave him the chance to clash his lips against hers, with his tongue gliding in and sucking hers. “We're nowhere over, kitten. You asked for this and I'll give It to you,” Dylan mumbled, gripping her thighs and rocking his hips against hers, his trust hitting parts that made her see stars. ******************************* After some weeks, Brittany could get along with some friends and coarse mates in Notre Dame. She was extremely close to Fiona, her roommate. They shared items, meals, and even secrets. Brittany had told her about her forbidden crush on her uncle and Fiona had also shared her secrets about

If you hadn't talked back, you would be risking being treated like scorn in the future. Alex loves you and he is a good man but remember that a woman doesn't marry her husband alone but also, his family. A happy marriage can sometimes be determined by the families." I don't need her to explain any further because I already know what she was trying to let out. With that, we both kept quiet and the wind is the only sound that could be heard. I could leave here forever. I enjoyed both the view and the calm aura of nature, it is blissful and you can't help but fall for it.

Not accept it. I forcefully opened the door into his supposed soon to be matrimonial room and saw my brother and my supposed Luna all tangled up in bed, moaning like their life depended on it, I was enraged, I growled and pounced on them, I was in agony, I could feel my wolf cry out loud inside me, he must have felt it too now that we are both seeing it play in front of us. I removed my brother from the bed first with full force, when they didn't seem to acknowledge my presence.

“I thought it was a phase and that it would pass. I wasn’t attracted to him in the slightest. No way, I would take him as my mate. Besides, I couldn’t tell anyone that I was in love.” “With Dad?" she asked. “Yes. But I couldn’t just come forth about it.” “Why not?” “Because it was forbidden.” "Was your dad a human? Why was it forbidden?” “Mating between werewolves and humans wasn’t heard of. But your dad was so much more.” “More?” Her words were barely audible now. “Yes. He was a hunter.” I finally told her. “Hunters were powerful and were eternal enemies of wolves. Your dad wasn’t an enemy though. I loved him dearly."

Their mouths collided in a beautifully tender way which eliminated all those firmness and rigidity that had been forced on them by their surroundings….that they were not meant for each other, that they should never desire each other ... ... ..that they were forbidden for each other. That kiss completely faded that invisible line between sin and virtue for both of them and trapped their hearts in that unnamed spell of turning their bodies into one.

I whispered, surrendering to the inevitable pull of our connection. “What if someone smells my arousal on you and finds out about us?” Henry’s voice was filled with concern, but his eyes still burned with desire. “They won’t,” I replied, tracing my fingers along his jawline. “My Alpha smell is too strong for anyone else to detect anything out of the ordinary.” Henry’s worry faded as he leaned in to capture my lips in a hungry kiss, lost in the intensity of our forbidden love. “No one has found what happened between us,” I murmured against his lips, his hands pulling me closer. “It will just be a dirty little secret of us, hidden away from prying eyes and wagging tongues.” Henry’s breath hitc

Viviana approached Tristan. "Babe... Come on, let's go out of here." She reached for Tristan's arm, but Tristan roughly pushed it away. "Everything in the news is just a false accusations..." Everyone's attention turns toward Samantha. "There must be some misunderstanding, because the truth is, Tristan and I, will forever remain as step-siblings. The news that we are having a forbidden romance, it's just fake rumor." A reporter immediately wrote down the statement. "Then why you seems running away from the issues, Ms. Samantha and why Mr. Tristan is here, chasing you?" Another journalist asks her with a pen in hand.

Not that I was ever shy. When i was within arm's reach, he pulled me in and we shared a soft kiss. Ah, so romantic! But even though i was super happy, i couldn't hide my frown. He pulled away and looked at my face. Seeing the frown on my face, he asked, "what?" I gestured yo my face, "you always smear my lipstick", I sulked, "you didn’t even let me arrive!" He chuckled. I felt giddy at the sound. His voice was like a fucking romantic melody to my ears, and it made my core throb.