Salud Prohibida Novels & Stories

The waiter asked, glancing at the prince. "I-I'm not allowed to eat at this time." Tierra mumbled quietly. Damien ignored her. "Two plates of roasted meat. Some vegetables, also." The waiter nodded and walked away. When Damien glanced at Tierra, her eyes were wide. "What? What's wrong?" "I'm not allowed to eat meat. All the slaves aren't allowed to eat meat." She said. Damien sighed, "Like i said, I do what I want." He said. When their food came, Tierra first took a hesitant bite from the meat, then another, then another. She fell in love and ate like she hadn't eaten in days.

"Hello, dude. Where are you? Did you forget that we—" "Kirk." Tarzan cut him off sharply. "From now on, I'm no longer part of your orgy group. And I don't want you or the other two showing up at my place without a damn good reason." He paused before adding, "And tell them not to smoke anywhere near my place if they visit... smoking and drugs are prohibited." "Dude, what the fu—" Tarzan ended the call. The line went dead.

But wasn't that the appeal? Even Adam and Eve were tempted by the forbidden fruit and where did that lead them? Nowhere good, if Isis remembered correctly. Things were forbidden for a reason and just as his words conjured her arousal, her thoughts hindered them but it didn't stop her from answering truthfully. "No, I would never think of you in that light."

It was addictive. However, a small voice in my head kept reminding me, 'He's your boyfriend's brother!' We were not married yet, but Nicholas and I already slept together. This felt wrong, almost taboo. Matthew did not care about any of that. He was too far gone. Before I could stop him, he lifted my shirt. My knees nearly buckled right there. I pushed him off me, keeping my voice low. "Are you insane? Nicholas and your mom are both inside. What if someone sees?"

"You can't just go around sleeping with random men for money. What if I hadn't walked in on the both of you in that office, you'd have continued doing that behind my back.” I felt tears prick at the corners of my eyes. "I know," I whispered, my voice broken. "I fucked up, okay? I thought I could handle it, but I couldn't. I hated every minute of it." A blatant lie by the way. Mr. Sinclair knew how to put his monstrous cock to good use, and he’s had me moaning in all the languages…from French to Latin. His other hand released my wrist to grab my breast roughly, squeezing the soft flesh through my shirt. I gasped at the sudden contact, my nipples hardening instantly under his touch.

"Why didn't you tell me something this important before?" "We were ordered by the highee ups not to tell anybody. Because if this information got out, the government wouldn't be able to handle the blow. People will start being greedy and work hard just to get stronger. They wanted us to keep it a secret to avoid another wars between the nobles and commoners." "You're right." Sister Sunny stood up and checked the food before putting the fire out. "The food is cooked. You should call the children. I'm sure they will be ecstatic to see you."

She had an upset stomach and was now passing out liquid excrete. Bent in her purging position, she began pondering on what could have triggered such. For the past two days she hadn't had something to eat except... "It's that fucking chunk of meat," Dale cursed and resumed her groaning. She screamed at the top of her voice that one would think she was in labour. She had stolen a warthog's meat. Which was not properly cooked. The unhealthily prepared meat of the dirty snorting creature had poisoned her.

"It is an oath of secrecy taken, swearing not to divulge the activities of the mafia to law enforcement agencies. You won't be allowed to have unmonitored phone calls, e-mails or texts as every thing will now be monitored by the mafia. You also can't go on unsupervised trips or vacations. All your movements will be monitored and track. You shouldn't be seen with the police either.. You will have to be branded as belonging to the Mafia. And the punishment if you don't sign or break any of the rules is...death" My jaws dropped and my heart sank. What the hell?

“Why? Why is he hunting you?” I sighed, burdened with the weight of prophecy. “It said an Alpha will come, as every thousand years he has done since the loss to us from this dimension of humanity and with him bring balance again in Shamanism lead an end or destruction upon everything that is wrong which came claimed so many forms among your wicked-kind —Maledictus are these fallen creatures— and another time we lose our ways because them over there make chaos too. That Alpha being me according to Sebastian and famous beliefs. And he wants me dead before I can complete that prophecy.”

Finally, he saw me. But Andrea sat at his side. Her hand rested near his. Her smile draped across her lips like poison. And in that moment, I knew. Whatever this bond was, whatever this love was, it was forbidden.