Taboo Family Letters Novels & Stories

Bailey said as she nodded to the other woman, “Sorry, mom, dad, and Dave, but this is between Max and me. We will figure out what works well for us.” “And how it will work for us.” Max chimed in. “Your idea of a happy, wholesome family with all the members just accepting this is the stupidest thing I have ever heard. Did you not think that your actions would ever be called out?” “What are you getting at?” Dave asked.

They're all from the chest we found at the orphanage, but I wasn't allowed to read them until now for security purposes. Taking up the first paper from the stack, I inhale deeply. I page through the stack, paper after paper, reading the short yet threatening letters. Stay out of things that don't concern you. :) You'll regret ever getting involved. :) You're crossing dangerous boundaries. :) Each letter tells just about the same message; stay away, but in a rather general manner. The last one however, was a rather direct and personal message that had me scared at the greeting. Dear Nun,

Brianna slump to the sofa feet as soon as she finished writing the last letter. The pregnant Omega couldn’t help but feel both tired and numb on her left hand after writing about how Goddess knows how much the letters are. Those letters… At first the Alpha said that they just need to write for 20 families, which shouldn’t be a large number but who would expect that 20 families consist of 100 letters because they brought their descendants? ‘At least it’s already done now…All that was left just for this letter to be picked up by Jack’s subordinate and being sent to each house,’ Brianna mused, staring at the letters that were already enveloping and filled with gold.

He was a wild card in this chaotic battle for custody. Richard turned to Sabrina, his gaze piercing. “I would like to share one of these letters publicly, with Miss Taylor’s permission, of course.” Sabrina sat frozen, unsure of how to react, but she nodded her agreement. The courtroom's lights dimmed as the letter was projected onto a large screen for everyone to see. The moment the handwriting appeared, tears began streaming down Sabrina’s cheeks. The letter was penned by Nathaniel almost two years ago, and the smudged ink in the middle told her that he had cried while writing it. As if this whole custody was not an emotional mess already and these letters were breaking everyone’s heart mo

A lot of Nigerian parents tended to act like it was the end of the world when they found out their teen children were in relationships. Mr Lawson spoke then, "Did you write the letter, Eva? " "No, I didn't. " "Is there proof that Eva actually wrote this letter? " he directed his question this time, at Zoe. "Yes. " Zoe sat up, regaining some of her attitude, "She ended with her name. " She was still on this? Why couldn't she see how odd the whole thing was? Who writes a letter with a typewriter because they didn't want to get caught only to end up adding their name at the end? How did that make sense?

What the hell kind of stuff did my dad write about? Inside that folder were literally dozens of documents. My hands were shaking as I slowly scrolled through them, reading the names of the files. It quickly dawned on me that this was not just any erotica. Every single title seemed to hint at some sort of "taboo" erotica. Maybe they were just like the one I had read the night before, about the owner's son and the intern. That was considered "forbidden" in many work environments. But no. These seemed different somehow. I finally chose one called "After School" and opened it.

Jess says, leaning forward, “you gonna survive this Christmas thing? New stepdad, stepbrothers, your mom acting all lovey-dovey?” I sigh, sipping my coffee. “I don’t know. It’s weird. Mom’s never moved this fast with a guy. And these stepbrothers? They are probably jerks.” Jess laughs. “You’re so dramatic. Maybe they’re hot jerks.” I roll my eyes, but my mind flicks to ShadowWolf, his words, that photo. I push it away, focusing on Jess, who’s rambling about her new coworker’s bad haircut. We eat, joke, and for a moment, I forget the stress of the trip, Adrian’s texts, and that creepy shadow last night.

Gavin starts talking again. "You are young though, I'm sure you don't want a kid. Especially not with some old guy that happens to be your brother's dad. I, we can go to the store tomorrow and get you one of those pills. I'm sorry Naudia. I should have used a condom, I just got carried away because you are so sexy and I have wanted you for so long." Gavin rambles and I smile.

She casually drops the bra on the floor, still focusing out the window. '"Taboo?' Really? Where the fuck did you find that word? Incest, Father. We are talking about incest. Having sex with your family." I shift in my chair. Maybe I'm too careful, but I need a clear sign. "Which is also illegal, and for very good reasons."

He was too embarrassed. "Did you kiss Zee back, Fletcher"? Alex asked him and he snapped his head up. "Was it Zee? Fuck me. What the hell did I do, Alex"? He was regretting. He was blaming himself. "Fletch, listen to me. I know it won’t be a complete excuse to take away your guilt. But you were drunk. And it wasn’t your fault at all. And it actually isn’t the issue to be worried... What we have to sort is how to deal with Zee. It’s wrong Fletcher. Emerson won’t tolerate it. And your family. Friends. This is forbidden, Fletcher. It’s Taboo". He was trying to make him realize the intensity and crucially of the matter.