Taboo Family Novels & Stories

"We are done talking about this! Estelle, you have made a big enough scene already. Go upstairs and clean up your back." I didn't move. "No," I said. The whole room went quiet. "You just want me to go away," I said, "so you can keep pretending Delilah is your perfect little princess." I looked at each of them. My father. My mother. Cassius. And Delilah, hiding behind my mother's arm with eyes that were no longer crying. "I'm not afraid of that video," I said. "I want everyone to see it. The only people in this room who are afraid to watch it are all of you." I stepped closer to my brother. "So tell me, Cassius," I said quietly. "What exactly are you so scared of?"

When she realized I was just a washed-out housewife, she smirked. "Amber, you can't put it that way. You're his wife, after all. Besides, Zarrick is the general manager of Northington Textiles. The way you're talking, it sounds like he's just living off a woman. That's not very appropriate, is it?" The moment she said living off a woman, Zarrick's face twisted. He had always been sensitive about being a live-in son-in-law. Words like that were absolute taboo. "Are you done making a scene?" he growled.

Though I was terrified but what unsettled me most wasn’t the violence, it was the calmness of the man causing it. He wasn’t shouting and he wasn’t even visibly angry. He just stood there, holding another man against a car as though he had all the time in the world. Everyone else in the courtyard seemed affected by the chaos except him. His clothes were well arranged, Not a crease seemed out of place. Even his hair remained perfectly arranged and sleekly combed backwards I have heard about Adrian’s older brother. Everyone in the family have. Gabriel. The priest. The one who had spent years away from home and rarely attended family gatherings. Adrian had described him as private and never spok

“Why are you looking for the fourth princess now? Are you planning to sell out Country H this time? “Are you going to show your capabilities as one of the Slave Families again? “That said, I’m sure we can work something out. Kneel outside for three days, and we’ll give you a chance to talk. Jason Leo was showing a playful expression. Toby Clarke’s expression changed slightly. Being called one of the Slave Families was his biggest taboo. Jason was blatantly disrespecting Toby.

Their faces twisted in confusion, anxiety flickering in their eyes. Whenever they wanted me to give something up, they’d slap me with one hand and offer candy with the other. It never failed to work. All they had to do was take the first step and reach out, and I’d cave every time. This time, no one was on the other end of the call, eagerly calling them “Mom” and “Dad.” “Honey, Laura’s not exactly the sharpest at work, so why do you keep spoiling her? When we’re gone, she’ll burn through the family’s fortune in no time.

Both my brothers always got more love than I ever did. Sandy glared at me and screamed, "So what if I lost, Lauren? No one will ever love you! Your parents don't love you. Ha! They even took out a life insurance policy on you. Once you're dead, they'll collect one million in compensation! And your brothers? They're just hypocrites! The house they claimed you sold? They were the ones who secretly sold it for the money and then blamed you for everything. Miranda's paralysis is all their fault. That's the real reason they wanted you on trial!" Even after hearing about the insurance policy, I remained calm and gave a cold smile. I was used to it. My parents only ever saw me as a tool. Maybe the

I thought the sessions with the psychologist would be more difficult. The topics we address are heavy, yet I find it easy to open up to her. Like Jane, I’m a very reserved person, and it embarrasses me to admit that I endured severe psychological abuse from my husband. I'm also ashamed of having had a lover. According to the values I was raised with, that was immoral—no different than being a prostitute. And on top of all that, I danced in a nightclub where illegal dealings took place.

Evening settled over the house. The family gathered in the dining room for a formal dinner. Long table. White cloth. Candles and silver. Cousins and older relatives filled the seats. Talk stayed polite. Smiles stayed careful. Nas sat between Minal and Saira. The arrangement looked normal to everyone else. Under the table it was not normal.

It's no wonder why his best p**n scenes are the ones featuring family taboo, especially step siblings. He was in the act of jerking off to one of his numerous family taboo p**n videos in his room when he suddenly started hearing what sounded like his sister Sandra shouting at someone and Benjamin knew pretty well that the only person in the house his sister ever raises her voice to is none other than their step sister, Amelia so Benjamin quickly stopped what he was doing as he dropped the phone on his bed and dressed himself properly.

"Tell you the truth, my mom has never exactly been the type to stay in her lane. I'm sure you've heard about how she secretly drugged Derek to guilt-trip him into mating with Misha. Dad and I both despise such dirty tricks. If she finds out you're Dad's granddaughter, she'll definitely do everything she can to stop you from returning to the pack. That's why Dad decided to keep everything under wraps. Sorry for putting you through this." Tabitha shook her head. "I don't care about those superficial titles or recognition. Just knowing you guys truly care about me is more than enough. I don't want my arrival to wreck your family." "Silly girl. You might not care about it, but we do." Cyrus gent