Taboo Family Letters Novels & Stories

I unfolded the letter with trembling hands, my eyes immediately filling with tears at the sight of his handwriting: *My dearest Marabelle,* *If you are reading this, then my worst fears have come to pass, and I am no longer with you. First, know that I love you beyond measure, as does your mother and brother. Whatever has happened, whatever you have endured, you carry our love with you always.* *I write this letter with a heavy heart, sensing dangers I cannot fully identify closing in around our family. Jacob has agreed to be my eyes and ears beyond our territory, investigating threats I believe originate from the highest levels of our kind's governance.*

Elena released the breath she hadn’t realized she was holding and pressed her fingers against her lips, unsettled by how badly she had wanted him to close the remaining distance. The call lasted less than a minute, but when Adrian ended it, his expression had completely changed. Elena immediately knew something was wrong. What happened? she asked. Adrian looked toward the windows before answering. Someone accessed your father’s old financial records tonight. Elena felt her heart drop. What records? The ones connected to the deal between our fathers. Adrian explained that the records had been stored in a private archive that only a handful of people knew existed. Someone had broken into the a

and the other said “Jacob, your step-daddy the pervert, wrote you a secret message.” She chose her fate when she opened the letter. Emily, I was very disappointed that you broke the rules of the house and entered my bedroom. You’re not the good girl you pretend to be, are you? Good girls don’t watch p**n and they don’t fingerfuck their asses on video for men to see. You need discipline, Emily. A firm hand and a hard dick up your ass would do you good.

The pixelated image of Sílvia on the iPad screen twisted into an expression of distaste. “What a waste. Besides, she needs to study. Out in the annex she’s too isolated. A bit of family coexistence will do her good.” The word “family” hung in the air, an ironic ghost. Júlia, who had been watching the conversation leaning against the kitchen doorframe, chewing an apple with very white teeth, let out a low sound that might have been a muffled laugh. Leon capitulated. The defeat tasted metallic.

He couldn't stop watching her, rubbing tight circles over the swollen nub in time with the slow, deep thrusts of his fingers. She clenched around him instantly, hot and fluttering. Sucking him in deeper. “Is this pussy wet for me or for my dad's cock?” he couldn't help but ask. For you. Always for you. God, how Lila hated herself for the many times he made her wet by fucking other women, with nothing but a wall separating them. What the fuck was wrong with their parents anyway? Why did they have to be so sex positive? The moment Caleb and Lila turned eighteen, it was fuck all you want. Just be safe.

The letter, dated nearly two decades ago, appeared to be written by Abby’s late father, addressed to Abby and his siblings. “Gail,” Lou called, excitement mixed with apprehension, “come look at this. I think it’s… important.” Gail leaned over, reading the words carefully. The letter contained revelations about family inheritance, hidden debts, and instructions that had never been shared with the children. It hinted at secrets about Abby’s lineage and responsibilities, suggesting there were matters the family had never fully understood or resolved. “This… this could explain a lot,” Gail whispered. “Why some decisions were made, why certain tensions exist. It’s like the past is still reaching

“I’d like that.” I smile. “Me too.” Hurrying out of the room, I shut the door quickly behind me and go downstairs and into the kitchen. I pull a notebook out of my junk drawer, flip through it for a blank page, and write a letter to Tabatha, explaining everything that’s going on. Folding it up, I go to the fireplace and place the letter inside. Holding up my hands, I whisper the incantation three times. The letter goes up in flames, disappearing with a puff of smoke. My two-way line of communication actually goes to Evander’s office, but Tabatha will still get the note.

She said nothing, only watched him dress and leave. Minutes later, the front door clicked shut, He was gone. Not long after, Mr. Moore came home. He found the letter on the table, Lexie’s neat handwriting explaining James had left suddenly on urgent business, no mention of Kira. He smiled faintly, shrugged. “That’s James for you, always rushing off.” He pocketed the note, planning to call his friend later. In her apartment at school, Lexie curled in her bed, the scent of James still clinging to her skin, her pussy sore and leaking with him, her heart heavier than ever.

Emma’s eyes widened, a fresh wave of arousal mixed with fear washing over her. “Please, Mr. Carter…” she whimpered. “Shut up,” he said, his voice dangerously low. He uncapped the marker. “I’m going to label what’s mine. This body is company property now, and I’m taking inventory.” He knelt between her spread legs. The tip of the marker was cold against her inner thigh. He wrote in big, bold letters: MR. CARTER'S CUM DUMP. The words were vile, degrading, and they made her want to scream with pleasure.

Reading to me, touching me, making love to me whenever desire struck. We wrote our own novel together. A romance written fantasy in the pages we created together; “ the shy librarian and her Midnight Guardian” , “lost forever in each other’s arms.” “my desired pleasures” No one dares stop me again, not even my family. I ignored their messages cause it doesn’t matter. What matters now is I and Lucian having our best ending together. I had willingly given up everything to be trapped inside the book with him. And I had never been happier.