Taboo Family Letters Novels & Stories

The fear of sharing it to the others and seeing a look of terror enveloping their face didn't sound nice. Lucian had received a stamped letter from the Alpha of Huberta pack. Stamped letters always meant something huge, confidential and for the governing body alone. When he had gone to the town to get the letter from the post office, he had felt something. A zing of dark energy when the thick paper touched his hands and there, he decided to read it alone and not before his cabinet members. When he got to the estate, he immediately made a beeline for his study and locked the doors to avoid interruption from anyone, even his Beta. When he broke the waxen seal and peeled open the letter to read

“Are you sure you really want to read it? It might be a bit—I don’t know—life-altering.” Life-altering? I just looked at her and kept my hand held out, waiting. She sighed out a reluctant mutter. “Okay, but don’t say I didn’t warn you.” The letter landed in my palm. As soon as I looked down and began to read, Gabby scurried around behind me so she could reread it over my shoulder. Shaking her head in awe, she whistled low. “This is seriously some crazy shit. The dude was boinking his stepmom. I mean, wow. Just wow.”

“Dear Dad, Mom, big brother, eldest sister-in- law, big sister, eldest brother-in-law, second brother, second sister-in- law, third sister, third brother-in-law, fourth sister, fourth brother-in-law, fifth brother and fifth sister-in- law, I am taking my wife and kids and going away for a while so that my wife can heal properly, and my kids can grow up healthy without being targeted. Please accept my apologies if I have hurt your feelings but I have only one wife and I need to protect her. Don’t look for me and my family. I will come back when I feel that those who hurt my wife and kids have repented sincerely, and I am strong enough to protect them. Please forgive my cowardice. Always, Your

I explained. "Your club seemed or rather feels more like a family than a group of trouble-looking humans." I finished talking and yet Blade kept quiet. The silence was impregnable, and I almost felt uncomfortable with how still Blade was. He stood up suddenly, making my heart jump. He walked around the table to open a desk drawer, he pulled out a worn envelope and placed it on the table. He pushed it towards me and I took the envelope to view the contents. It was a letter, its ink a bit faded and was dated ten years back. The contents were that of a cold-hearted father cutting off his son in order to save his reputation.

Or complete what I could never quite finish, if you believe the potential benefit outweighs the risk of continuing research I began through such monstrous methods. *Whatever you decide, know that you succeeded where I failed. Not simply in surviving what I did to you, but in becoming exactly the kind of resistance this family's poison should have produced generations ago, had anyone bothered to nurture strength through love rather than manipulation.* *Cornelius* I lowered the letter slowly, tears I hadn't expected slipping down my cheeks despite everything this man had cost my family across three generations. "What does it say," Lucien asked gently. I handed him the letter wordlessly, unable

I must go now. It is time for supper and Adam must leave in order to give you my letter. I hope the herbs I sent with the horses have helped you. All my love, Mom ------------------------------------------------ I’m crying with mixed emotions. Joseph's family sounds great and funny, but I’m frustrated about being talked about as if I didn't exist. Maybe it really isn’t that they are talking about me like I don’t exist but more that Joseph hasn’t said anything about this letter. It clearly talks about me. Maybe I was wrong, maybe he does regret it a little.

“You don’t mean that. Not after everything we’ve shared. Not after you begged me to fill you. You’re mine, Eden, you know you are.” His words sent a traitorous spark through my body, straight to my core. Even now terrified, my pussy clenched at the memory of him inside me. I hated myself for it. “I do mean it,” I whispered, forcing the words out. “Aunt Valerie is right. This cabin isn’t safe for any of us, especially not for a baby. And I can’t keep lying to myself. What we’re doing is destroying what’s left of our family. Every time I look at her limping around, trying to help us survive… I feel sick.”

I told the Uber guy, slamming the door shut. The car pulled away smooth, leaving Mike standing there like a dumbstruck idiot on the sidewalk. I didn’t even look back. My hands were shaking a little as I pulled those stupid letters out of my bag. I unfolded them, my eyes scanning his messy handwriting, all those empty promises and excuses.

**Chapter 116: Prison Letter** The letter arrived two days after the first one. This time it wasn’t addressed only to Maya. It was sent through official legal channels to Lucian, copied to the entire family, and carried the cold, calculated venom of a man who knew his time was running out. We gathered in the main living room as a family—something we rarely did for unpleasant things. The afternoon light poured through the windows, illuminating the long dining table where Lucian had laid the envelope. No one wanted to touch it at first.

"Here we go. The Cole corporate handbook." Martin shot his son a warning but fond look. "My home office is strictly off-limits when the door is closed. I expect quiet during my morning conference calls, and absolutely no loud music after ten. This summer is about focus. We have a lot of work to do before the gala, and I expect you both to take your duties seriously before you start your new jobs in the autumn. Understood?" "Understood, Dad," David said, saluting jokingly. "Understood," Javed murmured. But as Martin turned his back to grab a bottle of water from the fridge, Javed’s eyes locked onto the broad expanse of his back, tracing the powerful muscles of his shoulders.