Taboo Novels & Stories

"Aren't you being dramatic? I was planning to marry you! What's the point of leaving on your own? Haven't I treated you well enough?" I actually laughed. Right. I was the problem. "If you really treated me well, would you have handed me a can tab like it was some precious gift? "If you cared, would you have pushed me to drink for another woman? "If I mattered, would you have just stood there while your friends tore me apart? "Your 'kindness' is exhausting, Henry. I don't want it." For the first time, I felt light. Saying it out loud, all of it, without hesitation or regret.

The thin dress clinging to her curves. “You wore that to a butcher’s shop?” he asked. Tara’s cheeks burned. “It’s what I had on. I wasn’t trying to—” “Liar.” He stepped in front of her, towering. “You wore that to see if the rumors were true.” Her breath hitched. “Rumors?” “That Dominic the Butcher’s mean. Big. Fucked up. That he cuts more than meat.” Her lips parted, but no words came. “You want a taste of that rumor?” he growled.

“Why not have my first time and fuck me crazy? Kai’s cock twitched hard under her foot. He looked down at her flushed cheeks and still-swollen breasts, eyes burning. “Can you bear the risk of your cravings?” he whispered, voice rough. Lila pressed her foot firmer against him. “To get your cock pounding me hard, I’d bear anything. Isn't some secret forbidden rendezvous exciting?" Kai studied her for a long moment, then purred, voice low and dark. “If my cock buries inside you, you won’t be standing as fast as you are right now.”

Again, Rob heard the click of the lock. The TV chimed. 'Please shower and shave.' "Are you going to tell me when to shit too?" he asked. 'A protracted activation of your collar could accomplish that. Please shower and shave,' the TV read. Rob gave the TV the finger then did as he was told. His erection was still there. As he showered, he turned away from the cameras and began stroking. The quick shock from the collar told him immediately to stop. 'Masturbation is forbidden,' flashed on the TV.

He asked in a quiet voice. I opened my mouth feeling uncertain about how to answer him and let out a heavy sigh. “Was it wrong of me for not wanting to? I didn’t mind talking about my past before, but now it feels like those kind of things are heavy topic to tell people about the abuse, my suicide attempt, and also that I was raped.” The words felt so lethal coming out of my mouth. “It feels like it’s taboo. If it wasn’t about the things that Chris had done to me then it’s about my depression and the fear from people thinking that I might want to commit suicide again. No one would want to hear something like that and to act normal like I wasn’t affected by an

I listen to Osman talking about politics with my dad and at the same time, I want to take a sip of the tea. Eww, it's so gross!! I want to spill it out but I can't! ... (to be continued)

The rest of the group's members who were sorting through things turned towards Lucifer. "Never ask that or bring up firearms again. I meant to tell you sooner, but today's been a little out of order. "A little?" Peter sneered. Lucifer sighed. "Firearms, as modern humans know them, are a taboo subject in this world. Bringing them up can be akin to treason in certain territories."

Sebastian took a deep breath to calm himself, he stroked Tera's forehead, then playfully flicked her. "That's why we shouldn't discuss sensitive subjects tonight. Love is a sensitive matter, and exes are a taboo topic I don't want to talk about. Why? Because I only have bad memories associated with those two things." "Sorry, I don't mean to hurt you." "No! You didn't hurt me at all! I just don't want to remember anything about the past!" "Okay, fine. Back to the topic, so were you a gentle and sweet man like this in the past?"

She met his gaze. Cameron grimaced. Just a little. Like, the pack would kill her if they knew that she knew, taboo. “Yes. Yes, absolutely forbidden to speak of. It’s one of the first things that we learn. Not to talk to others, that are not like us, about us.”

Not this particular act. "It’s... it’s taboo. It’s forbidden. They’re step-family, and they're… they're doing that?” I asked, pointing a finger in the direction of the inner studio. “I can't watch it anymore. I can't, I'm sorry. You can give me other punishments for me coming into your studio. I could wash, clean, do anything. Take my phones. But not that. I can't keep watching that taboo..." I rasped, the words falling free from my mouth. He didn't respond—not yet. He moved, walking slowly toward me, his presence filling the room, making me smaller than I already was. He didn't look angry, but still… he was every inch intimidat