Novelas y relatos de Taboos

I trailed off, struggling to find the right words. Marco tried to get the envelope from me, but I gently pushed his hand back and continued. "We always had sex and…and it was without protection. Well, my momma had always been saying…she had always been saying…she was always saying…she always said...." I was in an endless loop, the words just repeating in my head, before I felt Marco rubbing my shoulders and kissing my head lightly.

Chapter 105 UNEARTHING THE TRUTH ELENA, The folder lay on my kitchen table, its plain manila cover deceptively innocuous. But I knew, the moment my eyes landed on it, that it wasn’t just a folder. It was a Pandora’s box, filled with secrets meant to bury me. I didn’t want to touch it. Didn’t want to know what was inside. Yet my hands moved without my permission, reaching out, fingers trembling as I peeled back the cover.

she tried to minimize the problem. Indeed that was a very sensitive subject, one that the members from the Diamond Pack shouldn't bring in a casual conversation. In fact, they treated mates as taboos. But Violet really wanted to find someone that had the same opinion as her inside those walls. "It doesn't matter who you're talking to. You shouldn't bring this matter ever." Lance repeated getting up from the bed, clearly a bit annoyed. "You know we are not allowed to be with our mates, Violet, so why think about that? I mean… It would only make us suffer, right?"

It was the Beta’s voice. “ Come out now!” the second tone of the voice made me trembled. What is going on? I hope I haven’t caused any problem? I panicked.. I slowly opened the door, and I met his rigid eyes filled with disgust. Maybe for me.. “ Come with me right now! I am taking you to the Alpha! All abominations or taboos must be killed just like others!” he said, and I froze. Sweating profusely all of a sudden, I don’t understand. What does he mean by Taboo? What was he talking about? I frowned, I was getting scared.

"Oh, baby. How were you supposed to know? I don't like to talk about it much, but I knew eventually, it would have to come out." I pulled back a little bit so I could look him in the eye. "I get it. I really do. Some areas of this are really hard for me because it's so… so taboo and so…so… naughty that I feel like I'm a whore." "But you're not! You're not doing anything wrong,"

Not sure what was going through her mind, I turned my attention back to the plates. "Look—" her voice echoed behind me and then I realized she had walked to meet me. I turned to face her and then she said herself into my arms. The way she hugged me made me lose my voice. I couldn't utter any word neither could I hear anything aside her heartbeat. "I really wish things are not this way but we can't change reality. We're good but we can't last. What we have is a taboo and I don't know how else to tell you that it's not okay to keep—"

Sure enough, after a few seconds of silence, the man's face eased up a bit, "Remember not to mention to anyone about your secret powers ever again, and do not use your power either, and if someone bullies you, you tell me." "It's no use telling you everything, like last night..." I muttered almost without even thinking about it. It's just a subconscious complaint, without any meaning to it. But, after that, I regretted it. It was really like a pot mentioning another pot’s defects. Why mention it if it serves no positive purpose, I must be crazy to mention this, right? Last night was a taboo that should never be spoken of. Ah...

“How many times did you fuck him? How many times did he drink your cum? How many fucking times did you vow to avenge Camilla while—-” “Don’t bring Camilla into this conversation!” I snap. Shame and anger simmering inside me. He’s right, but I’ve never been fair to begin with, so fuck morality. Fuck anything that’s not Bunny. Taboo or not, he’s mine, even death can’t tear us apart. Only fucking mine. “Who I fuck is none of your business.”

Heat. Not warmth—heat. It crawled under my skin like fire made flesh. My whole body buzzed, the air thick with the scent of sweat and sex. The scent filled the room around me like smoke from a candle. Amber light draped the room, soft and gold like sin wrapped in velvet.

The bathroom was a sanctuary of white marble and polished chrome. It was a space designed for luxury and relaxation, but for Emma, it was about to become a stage. The glass walls of the shower were transparent, a clear barrier that offered no privacy, no escape. She knew he was watching. She could feel his eyes on her, a heavy, palpable presence, even before she stepped under the hot spray.