Taboo Love Novels & Stories

he interjected. "I am just done, Noah. For how long will we hide this from your sister? From everyone? From our parents?" He kind of complained, his eyes now oozing with years. Why was love so hard? It was described as a heavenly feeling. An emotion that set the hearts of lovers at ease. It was cherished. Respected. Love made one breathe. Then why their love was considered taboo and choked others? When the others could easily, without any hesitation, call out to the world and say that they are in love; why couldn't they do it?

’ he asked, his breath warm against my ear, lips close enough that I shivered, his hands starting to move, soaping up a washcloth with slow, deliberate motions. I nodded, leaning into him, feeling his heartbeat against my back, steady but quickening, and the hard length of his cock pressing firmer against my ass now, trapped between us in the water. ‘Mmm, yeah, Daddy. It feels nice having you here like this.’ My words were honest, laced with the desire bubbling up, and I arched my back just a little, grinding subtly against him, testing, my mind screaming with how wrong but how good it felt, the taboo of it making everything dirtier, hotter.

“Do you think the person who came up with this ‘bed a girl to get her off your mind’ mentality actually succeeded in achieving that? Ever thought that he, instead, ended up falling in love with said girl and marrying her because fucking her the first time or in your case—one last time—had him only falling deeper into a self-dug pit.” Gabriel blinked once. Twice. Staring at James before looking at Colin who shrugged with raised eyebrows, also surprised by their friend's word-vomit. “Again,” Gabriel began, his voice firm. “That can't happen to me.” “Oh, I admire your confidence, oh pussy whipped master. What is your source, pray tell?” Colin teased in a faux British accent. “I have Sigourney,

Because I knew what simmered underneath their fake stoicism and cracking restraint… was the same thing that hid beneath mine: A pathetic desire to abandon everything to the heat of lust. But all that went out the window when he started dating Valia, vice captain of the volleyball team. Long flawless legs padded by thick thighs that screamed anything but innocence. She wasn't a slut, but by no means was she innocent. The desperate, broken whimpers leaking through our paper-thin walls made that crystal clear. She was exactly the kind of temptation I had to have my hands on before leaving. “Fuck—” The headboard slammed again. Another thrust. Another muffled curse.

“Aah.” I moan in relief as his hands go to my wet pussy. “Honey, we shouldn't be doing this,” he said abruptly, stopping and attempting to walk away, but I quickly grabbed him by the shoulder and pulled him back. “I want this, Mac. Don’t you love me?” “It’s wrong, Bea. I want you, but it just doesn’t feel right.”

I can tell that my story has struck a chord. I kiss her lips gently and sift my fingers through a few strands of her hair. “Ultimately, Samael fell in love. He was so happy.” I mutter with an envious chuckle. “I was happy for him and sad at the same time. However, Samael’s love was founded on rocky grounds. You see, he fell in love with an angel. That is the most taboo thing you could do in the supernatural world. It was forbidden for angels and demons to fall in love and a death warrant if they bore any children. Samael knew that his forbidden love would be the cause of a demon and angel uproar. They would both be killed as an example by the Council if they were found. That’s when he decide

❞ ‹ ——— ✧ 𖥸 ✧ ——— › ╔═════════ • ≻ ♜ ≺ • ═════════╗ ꒰ 𝔐𝔸𝕋𝔼 𝕋𝕆 𝕋ℍ𝔼 𝔻ℝ𝔸𝔾𝕆ℕ ℙℝ𝕀ℕℂ𝔼 ₊˚⋆ ( TRIGGER WARNINGS ) ╚═════════ • ≻ ♜ ≺ • ═════════╝ ☽ —— 「 Our love is untouchable 」

******** Both couples could still listen to the fights of their children over the stupid table tennis game. And they were happy. Contented. Making love ALL NIGHT LONG. They would face a new morning with new strength and love. Only if they could move their asses of the beds. Who Knows. ----- Tabby

"I'm gay, and I'm not interested in women either." I stared at him, unable to decide whether I had heard him correctly. Adrian calmly continued, "That's exactly why you're perfect for this, because neither of us wants anything from the other beyond the contract." My fingers went numb around the edge of my purse. He had just given me the perfect reason to accept, and somehow it was also the most terrifying reason to say no. Because if Adrian wasn't interested in women, he wouldn't be looking for a wife. He was looking for someone he could trust to play one.

Why does he want to marry me? Why me? How he knows my all favorite taste I love white and golden, I love mango juice, I love that makeup and dresses, perfumes that I always dream of, even the sandwich I ate was onion-free and full of cheese and mayonnaise just like I always eat in the lunch..... How he knows that???