Tagalog Forbidden Novels & Stories

The stench of blood thickens in the air. “No,” I smile coldly. “This ends when your entire bloodline is ashes.” Nico tries to crawl, whimpering, leaving a red trail. I grind my boot down on his ruined leg until his screams break into a hoarse sob. “This isn’t revenge. This is legacy warfare.” I pull a folder from my coat and toss it on the table between us. Inside are financial records, offshore accounts, detailed photos of every mistress, bastard child, and blackmail they’ve tried to cover up. Their eyes dart, wide with panic, even as their bodies tremble in agony.

"It is an oath of secrecy taken, swearing not to divulge the activities of the mafia to law enforcement agencies. You won't be allowed to have unmonitored phone calls, e-mails or texts as every thing will now be monitored by the mafia. You also can't go on unsupervised trips or vacations. All your movements will be monitored and track. You shouldn't be seen with the police either.. You will have to be branded as belonging to the Mafia. And the punishment if you don't sign or break any of the rules is...death" My jaws dropped and my heart sank. What the hell?

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"And bring Luisa and Nick. I think it's time we expanded our little group." I looked at Kate, seeing the same excitement in her eyes that I felt. Our forbidden affair was growing, becoming something bigger and more intense than I had ever imagined. "Yes, Professor," we said together. As we got dressed and prepared to leave, I couldn't stop thinking about what tomorrow would bring. Four more bodies, four more holes to fill, four more people to corrupt. The thought made my pussy throb with renewed need. Professor Aaron grabbed my arm as I headed for the door. "This stays between us," he reminded me. "Our little secret." "Our little secret," I agreed, already counting down the hours until tomor

"No. Absolutely not. You need to stop." This was going to be a disaster. I'd been dealing with their pranks since I was eight years old, and if there was one universal truth about my brothers, it was that they never, ever did anything halfway. Whatever they had planned, it was going to be loud, humiliating, and completely unavoidable. "We'll stop," Saint said, trading a look with his twin that I recognized immediately as trouble, "if you give us five hundred dollars. Each." "You're bastards, you know that?" I muttered, already reaching for my phone.

“Worth every risk.” Angel held her close, the compound quiet once more, their connection forged deeper in the shadows of Lagos night. From that first glance at Amoke Oge to this stolen, passionate encounter, Favour had become his irresistible temptation..and he knew this was only the beginning.

“There’s a man. He’s got two days left of bachelorhood, and he wants to spend it with a private performance. His last gift to himself before he ties the knot.” I blinked at her, unsure if I heard right. “Wait… he’s getting married? And he wants a strip performance from me?” Madam nodded. “That’s cheating,” I blurted out before I could stop myself. “Isn’t it? He’s about to mate some woman, and this is how he spends his last days single? That’s wrong.” Madam gave me that look—the one that always made me feel like a kid. “Liora. You’re getting paid to dance. Not to worry about morals. Leave the right and wrong to councils and seers. You just do your job.”

She looks at my hand, still pressed flat against my breastbone, and then at the thin grey scar at her own throat, which her fingers have found without her seeming to know it. "You mean to unmake your memory." "I mean to close a door." I hear how calm I sound. "I have kept it open for them long enough." "Sit down, child." "I would rather stand." "Then stand, and listen, because I am going to say three things and I will not say them twice." She draws off her right glove, finger by finger, and holds it in her left hand. It is a small habit, a woman making room to think. "I am forbidden to counsel you. I am not forbidden to say what is true of the law. Those are different things, and I have buil

Wag lang siyang plastik, ok na yun! Baka kasi pag nilagyan ko yun ng rules, eh ako din lumabag. Gaya ng bawal ma-fall sa isa't-isa! Ano wattpad lang ang peg?! Pero, ayoko pa din, ayokong magsalita ng tapos nuh! Baka magaya ako sa mga babaeng na-fall dun sa lalaki. Ayoko nun! Nagpatuloy na ulit kaming kumain hanggang sa matapos kami.

singhal nito. "That is one of the beke language na ang ibig sabihin ay tomboy or lesbian." Paliwanag ko sa kanya. "Hoy, umayos ka huh! Don't tell me na namamakla ka na!" "Tsk...pasmado na naman 'yang bibig mo. Narinig ko lang 'yan huh!" Natawa na lang ito at kapagkuwa'y biglang nalungkot.