Prohibited Novels & Stories

“ Ok, so what’d you like to talk to me about? “ I said annoyed after moments of silence. “ Would your pack like to come in and be peaceful or would you like to leave, “ he said seriously. “ What do you mean? This is our territory! “ I fumed “ I don’t want to be like our parents. I would like to propose a new way of handling our little, “ he paused to think, “ disagreement, “ “ You call the werewolves serving your mother’s head on a platter a disagreement? “ one of the bloodsuckers said. Suddenly, Ethan’s eyes went dark. I can’t explain it. It’s like the light reflecting from his eyes had gone. His veins popped out of his pale skin. Ethan grabbed the vamp’s throat. It was more of a threat tha

"Now who's being assuming??? Dominique just give you a ride and now your sulking like the two of you broke up. You two didn't even fuck and you dare to scold me about being an obsessive crazy person." I shook my head, grabbing a glass of whiskey. "You really are my best friend." "THAT LITVIN BITCH RUINED EVERYTHING FROM ME!!! SHE RUINED MY FAMILY'S BUSINESS, SHE RUINED THE RELATIONSHIP OF MY PARENTS!! NOW MY FATHER IS COLD-HEARTED AND DESPERATE!! I CAN'T GO SHOPPING ANYMORE, BECAUSE I HAVE TO BUDGET MY MONEY!! WE HAVE TO SELL SOME OF OUR PROPERTIES JUST TO KEEP THE COMPANY AFLOAT!!" And she also throws a whiskey glass across the room to vent her anger.

asked one of the blue team. "Yes," he nodded. "There are three things that are forbidden. The first one is, if you're dead, you're dead. You don't get to shout, talk or move. If you do this, the whole team's disqualified. The second one is if one of you tries to harm your foe, vehemently." "Lastly, if there's anyone who's in trouble, any trouble at all. With those things, I'd be able to know," he said, looking at the drones above us again.

The command. She swallowed and sat up straighter. “I think Steinbeck’s talking about repression, not discipline.” A murmur of interest stirred in the classroom. Lucien’s eyebrow arched—subtle, pleased. “Go on,” he said, and now his voice was lower. Isabella was already warm under her sweater. “Repression is pretending the desire doesn’t exist. Discipline is knowing exactly what you want and still choosing not to touch it.” Lucien paused. Held her gaze. His jaw shifted—his only tell. It was so slight, but she saw it. She felt it.

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I will make sure to draw this line in my pledge to the club and I will make sure to point this out in that thick head of his. Yes, skin contact is a no no. Prohibited. Forbidden. Banned.

I stammered. "Then pick one. Now." I stared at him. "What?" "A safe word, Maya. One word that means stop everything immediately. Because we are past the point of no meaning no. Last night proved that. You said no and stop at least a dozen times, but you did not mean it. Did you?" My face burned, he was right, i had protested but hadn't wanted him to actually stop. "so pick a word," he continued. "Something you would never say during sex. If you say that word, i stop. Immediately. No questions asked."

he replied with a slight nod of his head, "I still don't understand the aim of all of this but I will do it because I so hate that Sullivan," I said seating back down although everything in me screamed at me that this was such a bad idea, I vowed to never go on missions involving women after I killed a woman I wasn't supposed to kill just because her husband was an asshole and I had to take care of their son who still doesn't know I was the one who killed his mum, "That's the spirit, I will send you the details now, you leave in an hour" he replied focusing his attention back on his previous work,

It was so easy for him to erase me. It shouldn't be that easy. I plopped back in the bed, hair spread on the mattress as I stared at the majestic ceiling. The rejection felt like a challenge. And then my mind flashed back to all the angry sex we used to have. I groaned, turning to my stomach as my pussy clenched. Please no. Not now. I didn't want to have any more flashbacks. Fuck. Now I was horny and the frustration of being blocked combined with the trauma of the day left shivers tingling down my sides.

I should run back into the bedroom, lock the door, and pretend none of this happened. I should pretend like it was a mistake that I don’t want him to do all that to me. But if I perish, I perish, I don't care now. So my fingers curl into the waistband of his pants again, almost without permission. He watches me do it. A low, approving sound rumbles in his chest. “That’s it,” he murmurs. “Don’t stop this time.” I swallow hard. “This is wrong,” I whisper, even as my hand keeps moving. “You’re my husband’s father. I… I shouldn’t be touching you like this.”