Taboo Family Letters Novels & Stories

Max said. “Greed runs rampant in my family. It seems with all the other illnesses they seem to have.” Deanna replied as she opened each letter one by one. Everyone but the first of them contained money ranging from twenties to hundreds. She knew her brother was up to something with each letter, but she couldn’t figure out what. She tossed the opened letters into the box and decided she didn’t care. They would find something good to do with the money instead of David’s evilness.

"A relationship isn't exactly at the top of my list." Adrian's mouth curved into a faint, unreadable smile. He clasped his hands together on the table and held my gaze. "Then that settles it." I blinked. "What does that mean?" He didn't answer right away. Instead, he reached into his jacket, pulled out a folder, and set it on the table between us. My gaze dropped to it, and my breath caught somewhere in my throat. The folder looked far too official for a blind date that was supposed to end with both of us walking away.

They had sent a very detailed letter to my parents about how they had taken her and she would be killed to save everyone from the Monarchy. It was a 10 page long , rambling letter that no one ever really understood. It was talking full of unfinished sentences and missing words. At the time it was taken very seriously but over the years, the more it was studied and reread the more it just seemed like the work of a random weirdo. But now we know it was all real.

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So, I wait. “Tommy sent five letters,” she says so quietly that I almost don’t hear her. “At first, he tried to say that I wanted him to do that to me. I was a whore and whores like to be treated roughly. Then he said that I was a lying bitch. That I had better tell the truth. If I didn’t, he would have someone hurt me. When that didn’t work, he said that they would hurt my parents and my brother. In that last letter, he told me that I would come home and find my family murdered. My mom would be brutalized just like I was and my father and brother would have to watch. Then all of their throats would be cut and they would be left to bleed out.”

This letter bore my father's official seal, which heightened my curiosity and apprehension as I carefully opened it, unsure of what awaited me within. Dear Freda, I am not satisfied with your progress in developing a relationship with Troy. I have given you enough time to get to know him and to grow fond of him, but I have seen no signs of progress. As a father, I am concerned that you are not taking your future seriously. Your actions reflect poorly on our family, and I am extremely displeased. If you do not change your attitude, I will be forced to reconsider your place in the family. This is not a threat, but a promise. Please take this letter seriously, and consider your future actions c

I nodded slowly. “Our parents were publicly recognized that year " I murmured. "Continue.” “The next document is correspondence between Mr. Roberts and the former Alpha household regarding trade agreements.” “Anything unusual?” “No.” “Set it aside.” The paper slid softly across the table. Selena spoke next. “The letters become more frequent after that.” “Business?” She hesitated. “Not exactly.” “What changed?” “They stopped discussing pack matters.” Kai picked up another page. “They’re personal.” I tilted my head.

“You’d take Daddy’s cock like a good girl, wouldn’t you? Creaming all over my dick while I stretch you open. Tell me you want it, sweetheart. Tell Daddy how bad you need this married cock ruining your tight little pussy after weeks away in that dorm.” My legs shook. I pinched my hard nipple hard, plunging my fingers faster, imagining him splitting me open right there on his bed. The taboo — my coach, the man who raised me after Mom left, jerking off thinking about him while I was supposed to be safe in the dorms — only made me wetter and filthier. His strokes turned brutal. “Brandi… fuck yes, baby… Daddy loves his little stepdaughter so much. Gonna fill that young womb with my hot cum… breed

Beautiful. Precise. Ava read carefully. Then slowly looked up. The letter had been written by Lily’s mother. Addressed to Alexander Cole. Interesting. Very interesting. The contents shocked her. Not because they contained scandal. Because they contained concern. Genuine concern. The woman repeatedly mentioned tension between the families. Repeatedly expressed frustration over growing mistrust. Repeatedly warned that misunderstandings were becoming dangerous. Ava continued reading. Every sentence painted the same picture. Someone had been trying to prevent the conflict.

— provisional reliability classification pending family correction. Leah could not stop looking at that line. Family correction. The phrase had begun as old support language in Patricia’s mouth, but it no longer belonged only to paper. It had shape now. It had a history. It had Evelyn’s letter behind it and Olivia’s name beneath it. It had Margaret’s threats, Charles’s silence, Robert’s flowers, Patricia’s card, and every soft voice that had ever called control concern. The knock came a third time. Robert looked toward the door.