Salud Prohibida Novels & Stories

SUCRE It was time. It’s happening today. As I stepped into the cartel’s fortress, a chill rippled down my spine. I could feel the air tighten around me. Walking in here was like stepping into the lion’s den - and tonight, the lions were starving. Today was the night of Otto’s infamous wild games. An in-house ritual known only to those in his inner circle. The rules were simple: no clothes, no boundaries. The dress code. Just skin – bare skin.

My other hand fisted in the front of her robe, yanking it open just enough to reveal one heavy breast spilling free, the nipple already peaked and begging for my mouth. But then she pulled back slightly, her hand still cupping me through the fabric. She squeezed just enough to make me groan. Her eyes, dark with desires, and filled with guilt, her eyes locked onto mine. “Ethan... wait. We can't. I'm married, you know that. This... this is wrong.”

She added. And then she look at him. “You don’t know who he is?” she slowly asked and i shake my head. “Newspaper, news, you don’t read it” She pushed. “Well, it best you not knowing and he actually asked for a second meeting” She added. “You are going to be rich, just don’t fall in love, remember, you are not allow emotional attachment” She says, giving me a pill. “Attachment” I whispered. “How do I not love someone who makes my whole body feel incredible, who know how to subdue it” I asked myself. I got home and all I could think about was his touch, my body slams the bed and I scream into my pillow.

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Luke interuppts. I shot him a dirty look. " So, it wasn't your mate, jeez, just asking, " Luke said backing off. Luke was obsessed with finding his mate and projected that onto me. He had been rejected from his 'mate' and that really fucked him mentally. " Anyways, " I paused, " While I was patroling this morning I found a werewolf badly injured, " " Is she a dominant? " Luke question tilting his head. " Erm-No, well, I don't think so, " I explained.

Abigail, the butler had appeared as well, trying to manage the situation. “I think the strawberries…” Harper tried. “The strawberries are poisoned!” I exclaimed, a finger in my mouth. “What are you saying?” Someone shouted at me. I didn't know who. Anyway, Harper's symptoms didn't worsen. She had a strawberry allergy but it was minor. It simply made her skin itch and redden. The inhouse nurse arrived and we were soon told she was going to be fine. “Such a pitiful soul,” Abigail muttered. “It must have been so painful.”

The determined glint in his eyes told us he wasn’t joking, and yet I found myself protesting, “Mr Blackwood, that’s just not possible.” “What’s not possible?” He raised an eyebrow at me, his demeanor calm and relaxed, even though I was getting undeniably worked up. “I am not fit for the festival,” I shook my head negatively, even as I fought back tears, “I believe I told you already. I don’t have a wolf.” “I am aware,” he nodded. I inhaled deeply, ready to keep the arguments coming as to why this wasn’t a good idea – at least when it came to me – when he spoke up again.

Sebastian felt like someone had punched the life out of him. He felt bitter. “Your blessing is all I need. I’m hanging up now,” Janet said, ending the call. She turned around and was surprised to see Sebastian. “Hey, when did you come?” *** Spain, After Sophia finished the call, she turned to Alex, who had been patiently waiting for her to wrap up. “What did she say?” he asked. “Can we at least get a glimpse of her as she walks down the aisle?” “No,” Sophia replied. “Janet doesn’t want you anywhere near Springfield. She even barred me and Isabella from attending her special day.”

He froze in his steps. Then I smiled. “I have a new rule,” I said, placing my mug down. “You don’t get to comment on what I wear. Or who I see. Or whose Lap I sit on.” I stepped closer. “You made it clear that I should find someone of my capacity.” He looked like he wanted to say something. But chose not to. And that’s when I whispered, low and cruel—“Also Aaron doesn't seem to think I’m too soft or girly” Boom.

"It's 7 already, you should be on your way now." "Ain't you coming along?" "Vivian, you know I don't belong there." "What do you mean by you don't belong there?" "You know how I feel about people in power." "But peace, I can't go there alone." "Vee, you can't be alone. Gabriella and Laura would be there." "But..." "No, but vee, let me see you off." Just like peace said, a car was waiting for me outside. The car looks expensive but then, what do I know about cars?