Tabú Novels & Stories

DAMON Tyler Brecken. The unmated male Rob mentioned. He’s heading straight for us with a confident smile. My wolf rises immediately. Mine. He needs to back off. “Hey, Tyler,” Maya says, but her eyes stay on me. Watching my reaction. “Save me a dance later?” Tyler asks, flashing her a smile. “Maybe.” He looks between us, sensing tension but not understanding it. “Alpha Kane. Good to see you.” I nod curtly, not trusting myself to speak without snarling.

He was staking his claim, marking his territory. Mr. Dubois smiled, a knowing, predatory smile. “I can see that. She’s a very… capable assistant.” Emma’s blood ran cold. She knew what was happening. This was another test. Another punishment. Another layer of her humiliation, another layer of his control. He was going to share her. Again. “Mr. Dubois and I have some business to discuss,” Mr. Carter said, his eyes boring into hers, his gaze a physical force. “We’re going to need some… entertainment. Why don’t you pour us some drinks, Emma?”

He finished with an air of Finality, and the a round of applause followed. “$500,000 , Fabri” “$500,000 , Fabri” These were two different statements which undeniably were beautifully linked together. The name Fabri had a familiar touch to it. A sense of nostalgia hit me as Vegan has only just called out the name. I had long forgotten where I was. It was though I had been immersed into a depth of uncertainty. I had been bought by a Man name Fabri and of all names, it had to be that name. I know the name should be the least of things to be worrying about, but there are somethings that just have a hold of you and form the entirety of your being.

The Taboo Chronicles is a curated collection of dark, twisted, and unapologetically erotic stories designed to push the boundaries of conventional desire. From the sacred halls of a silent church to the high-stakes shadows of obsessive power plays, these stories explore the raw, unyielding side of human hunger. Whether it’s the thrill of a secret shared in the dark or the surrender of a soul to a dominant force, nothing is off-limits.

Behind closed doors, the rules don’t exist. Welcome to a world of dark cravings, intense control, and the intoxicating thrill of the forbidden. This sizzling compilation brings together a collection of raw, high-stakes erotic stories where boundaries are crossed, inhibitions are shredded, and surrender is the only option. In Book One: Escapades with Step daddy, nineteen-year-old Ella Monroe's wicked fantasies become a dangerous reality when she is caught spying on her stepfather, Sebastian. What follows is a frantic, high-risk game of lust played right under her mother's nose—filled with breathless encounters, sharp commands, and an addiction neither of them can control. From taboo

She casually drops the bra on the floor, still focusing out the window. '"Taboo?' Really? Where the fuck did you find that word? Incest, Father. We are talking about incest. Having sex with your family." I shift in my chair. Maybe I'm too careful, but I need a clear sign. "Which is also illegal, and for very good reasons."

It was the jackal—Tabaqui, the Dish-licker—and the wolves of India despise Tabaqui because he runs about making mischief, and telling tales, and eating rags and pieces of leather from the village rubbish-heaps. But they are afraid of him too, because Tabaqui, more than anyone else in the jungle, is apt to go mad, and then he forgets that he was ever afraid of anyone, and runs through the forest biting everything in his way. Even the tiger runs and hides when little Tabaqui goes mad, for madness is the most disgraceful thing that can overtake a wild creature. We call it hydrophobia, but they call it dewanee—the madness—and run.

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.

What is wrong with me? A little voice in the back of my mind keeps saying it's just your step niece, no relation, no problem and I really wish there was a way to turn that voice off. The last thing I need is for Zoey to go home and tell my brother what a damn pervert I am.