Taboo Family Letters Novels & Stories

He knew, however, that Ferroc would make short work of it; he was a real crack at deciphering data. The files, on the other hand, had proven to be easily accessible and contained a large number of different documents. One consisted entirely of personal letters, initially containing a great deal of information about an impending marriage and the development of relationships between the writer's family and those of the recipient. All were only signed with XXX. The later writings told of the satisfaction of both relatives about the improved collaboration, but it was the last piece of paper that Slater had particularly remembered. The writer expressed his concern about a recent incident that mig

Elara was openly crying again. So was I. Neither bothering to hide it. The letter continued. The final paragraph. The final goodbye. Or rather— The final promise. "No matter who you become, no matter where life takes you, you will always have a place in our family." The sentence settled over the room like sunlight. Warm. Gentle. Certain. Family. Not memory. Not loss. Family. Elara carefully folded the pages. Holding them against her chest. For several minutes, neither of us spoke.

My family always used me as an example to teach Yvette Langley, my twin sister, a lesson. When we were little, my mom would purposely leave me alone on the street. She would let Yvette watch me break down in tears so she would learn never to wander off. My brother, Martin Langley, would get kids from outside school to corner me in an alley. He wanted Yvette to see me get slapped and forced to my knees so she would learn to stay away from troublemakers. So I became more and more timid, and they grew to like me less and less. Then, the day before the SAT, my mom gave me an order I could not refuse. “Tomorrow, you’re going to turn in a blank SAT.” I stared at her in shock. Tears filled my

It took a long time for them to agree to allow us to send this letter; I hope it reaches you well. I am writing to you because I wanted you to know that we love you, but we are being driven crazy being locked away. We miss our old home… we miss our family and friends. Most importantly, we miss you. Our child. We wish to return home and fight whatever is out there together. As a family. We love you so much, Gavin. Please, consider allowing us to return to society. Love always, Mom and Dad.

She watched the traffic below, refusing to look at the two men sitting across from her massive mahogany desk. "I do not need a babysitter, Father," Angela said. Her voice was sharp, cutting through the quiet room. "I am thirty years old. I run a multi-billion dollar enterprise. I can handle myself." Arthur Sterling sighed heavily, rubbing his temples. The stress of the past forty-eight hours had aged him visibly. "Angela, this is not a negotiation. The letters were not just empty threats this time. Someone bypassed our security protocols and left a manifesto on your desk. They know your schedule. They know where you sleep.

She chuckles, shaking her head. The sight of her putting her makeup on and getting dressed does nothing to relieve the tension in my cock and as soon as she leaves I retrieve the shoebox from the closet shelf. Inside I find, not only some DVDs, but also mom's vibrator and a large dildo. Damn, I wonder if mom meant for me to see these. There are three DVDs in the box; Sorority Sex Kittens, 5 Rooms and Taboo. Just from the covers, the first two look hot. My cock is still hard from watching my mom, so I only see about 15 minutes of the first DVD before I shoot my load. I scan through the rest of that DVD as well as the second one, trying to figure out what mom likes. The first two have a lot of

KAYZER’S POV. My palm was sweating against the wooden edge of the dining table. My parents sat across from me, their eyes fixed on my face with gentle, expectant smiles. My mother smoothed down her skirt, coaxing me softly to tell them why I’d asked for this family meeting in the middle of the afternoon. But beside her, my older brother, Kenan, crossed his arms and let out a loud, impatient scoff. "Hurry it up, Kayzer," Kenan snapped, tapping his watch. "I don't have all day to sit here while you stare at the floor like an idiot."

A handmade banner read: 1 Year of Fire & Family Micah rolled his eyes at it, but secretly made sure it was centered. J had compiled a playlist of songs everyone in the house had cried to at least once. It was chaotic. And perfect. Nathan emerged with a box. “What’s that?” Ethan asked. “Letters,” Nathan said. “I asked everyone to write one. Something they’ve never said out loud. Could be anything gratitude, fear, joy. Whatever.” Ethan blinked. “Even the kids?”

In the center of the room was a blackboard with a web of her social connections drawn on it. At the top was a line of text that read, "I love what Millie loves, and I hate what Millie hates." In one of the drawers were numerous letters that were carefully sealed. "What are these?" Millie asked. "These are Pierce's letters to you. Every time he went on a mission, he was afraid he wouldn't come back. So, he wrote you a farewell letter in advance," Tobias explained. Millie was shocked to hear this. She swiftly began counting the letters.

My legs were heavy, my inner thighs aching with every stride, a constant reminder of the weight and power that had claimed me just hours before. As I neared the house, I could hear the shouting. "How could you send my sister out at night? Why would you do such a thing? It’s the full moon for crying out loud!" Eric’s roar shook the wooden walls. "I’m sorry, Eric," Molly’s voice was high and defensive. "Your sister was sick, so I thought Willow should—" "Step-sister!" Eric interrupted, his voice dripping with venom. "Your daughter is my step-sister, Molly. And you sent Willow out at night for what? To get a herb? We both know it’s all a lie just for me to fuck your daughter's pussy!"