Reality Taboo Novels & Stories

" I am not pregnant. I can't be pregnant... " " Now c'mon... Why can't you be pregnant? That is rubbish beta, please accept the fact. There is nothing to be shy about. No need to hide it. We are not judging you... " Maurvi opened her mouth and then closed it. Again opened and closed it, but no sound came out. " Oh, God !! Dad... please listen to me first. She is not pregnant. Please stop it or she might faint out of shyness. " " Now you are trying to tell a lie... " dad glared at me.

"No flirting with me. No lingering glances, no accidental touches, and no late-night trips to the kitchen in your underwear. Am I clear?" A startled laugh escaped Javed’s lips before he could stop it. "Flirting with you? You’re the one who trapped me against the counter last night!" Martin didn't smile. He didn't even blink. His expression remained deadly serious, a muscle jumping in his jaw as he stared Javed down. The sheer gravity in his eyes sent a sudden, violent pulse racing straight to Javed’s core. The air in the room instantly grew heavy, thick with the unsaid truth: Martin wasn't making the rule because he was annoyed. He was making the rule because he was terrified of his own lack

“The professor is after our necks.” "You should be glad I'm giving you just this." The professor said, "I want a comprehensive analysis on the phenomenon of cognitive blurring and it should be submitted by next week." ​I froze, my pen hovering a millimeter above my notebook. ​"Specifically," the professor continued, pacing slowly across the front of the room, "we will be examining how the human psyche blurs the line between reality and fantasy when dealing with repressed, socially unacceptable desires. When a subject craves something they know is inherently sinful, or forbidden by their moral code, the mind will often alter its own perception of events to cope with the guilt. Fixation turns

I could feel the slickness between my thighs growing with every word he spoke. “I’m sorry,” I whispered. “I’ll delete it. I’ll withdraw from the seminar if you want. Just… please don’t—” “Don’t what?” He tilted his head, studying me like I was a particularly interesting text he intended to dissect line by line. “Don’t tell the department chair that one of my best students is writing pornography about me? Don’t mention how vividly you imagined my hand between your legs while you were supposed to be analyzing *Jane Eyre*?”

I thought taboo sex was just a fantasy people staged in p**n, that in reality it could never happen until I was lying in bed against my aunt, and yes, my mother's blood sister, while her husband pushed his cock in my wet, tight pussy. It's how it is; we never believe some things until it happens to us.

"About as real as a priest with STDs." I couldn't stop a laugh. When I'd quieted, he asked in all seriousness, "Why do you do it though? Take all this shit?" Something in my chest squeezed. Because for a few precious minutes, I didn't see men with fleshy stumps where their heads should have been, I could look over my shoulder and have my mother's words ring true when she'd said Emma, there's no one there... I forced my shoulder into a shrug. "Same reason why crackheads do, I guess. To create a reality where the current one doesn't exist."

' she asked looking at me questionably as seems to judge my maturity level. I don't know how I can explain the thing I saw that day on those snowy mountains. I can't even tell if it was real or just my imagination but that feeling of being stared at was too real to be a child's imagination. So, calling it an alien for now is good enough. I was never good in the area of romance. Every time I look at boys around me instead of love I feel disgust. May be alien is my choice. I grabbed the towel and entered shower having a good relaxing shower finally brought my mind at peace. Its the only place where I can get some 'my time' or so what I thought. Just when I was thinking of peace she called agai

"What you did slowly broke you making it harder on the process and now that you finally experienced what it feels having magical energy you were so happy even though knowing it isn't yours at all. You will break yourself more, you'll feel a much deeper despair and completely throw yourself to the void---" "I said shut up!! Is it wrong to want to live normally like other people?! Is it wrong to dream?! You don't know what it feels, so shut you mouth!!" "You see, I have lived my whole life imprisoned in a room. Not knowing the world, there was even one time that I don't care about it at all. You think you know what living normally means? No, you don't. Because people has their own meaning of l

I looked at them nervously and I took a really deep breath and let it out. "I'm currently writing a book right now and.. if.. this book is going to be publish later on. I've decided to.. show myself publicly." I said and they all looked at me with their eyes popping out from their skull. Some of them blinked a few times like making sure that it's not a dream. "Ms. West.. are- are you sure?" Terry asked and he was one of the people who kept giving me these ideas. "Please don't take those words back." Tina said and I looked at them bored.

She continues, “The old era was unstable because consent was treated as private and sacred. Private sacredness invites secrecy. Secrecy invites harm.” I grind my teeth. They’re good. That’s the problem. They’re not chanting like cultists. They’re speaking like teachers. Like reformers. Like the kind of people history calls noble right up until the bodies start stacking. Maris gestures and two assistants bring forward a volunteer: a woman trembling slightly, eyes down, wrists bare. “This is a simulation,” Maris says gently. “We will demonstrate the three-step verification.” Verification. I want to bite that word in half.