The Diva Serves Forbidden Fruit Novels & Stories

Dominic murmured, voice low, deep, with a familiar undertone of command. Ava stretched luxuriously, arching against the chaise, tracing the curve of her own leg with languid fingers. “Morning,” she purred, eyes glinting with mischief and heat. “I see you’ve already taken control of the empire today.” He smirked, turning to study her, dark eyes roaming possessively over her body. “Control?” His voice was a growl, a promise, a warning all at once. “This empire is ours. And you…” He stepped closer, pressing the heel of his palm to the small of her back, guiding her upright. “…you’re the crown jewel. My obsession, my desire, my tether to reality.”

No thousand-yard stares like the last time. I held onto that small victory and whispered a silent prayer that I wouldn’t make a scene. Especially because, right now, I felt a little off-balance. Like my body was still adjusting. Like gravity itself hadn’t quite committed to how heavy I was supposed to be. I spotted Diva across the room, leaning on a table, talking to a tall guy with shaggy dark hair and a sleeveless shirt that showed off too many muscles to be legal. She smirked at something he said, lightly swatted his shoulder, and then turned our way.

Already, with the three of them here, it felt more alive. As days turn into weeks, the tension becomes unbearable. Their lingering glances, their easy charm, their proximity, it all awakens desires she's been desperately trying to suppress. Caught between her vows to the man she loves and the magnetic pull of forbidden temptation, Bella finds herself walking a knife's edge between loyalty and longing.

“Look at me. Tell me you don’t feel it.” I shook my head, words failing me entirely. “You do,” he said, eyes darkening, teasing, impossible. “And I know you know it.” Dominic stepped forward, just enough to make his presence undeniable, close but not touching. “Mary,” he said, voice low and magnetic, “this is not just desire. This is danger. Forbidden danger. And yet…” His gaze lingered. “…you cannot resist it.” Ryan leaned lazily against the wall, smirking, voice teasing. “Chaos. Delicious chaos. Admit it, Mary you love it.”

He notched the head against her slick entrance, teasing the stretch. “Wait.” Her voice was low, commanding. One foot planted firmly on his chest, holding him back. He froze, brows furrowing. “Huh?” “Take it off.” She pushed up on her elbows, fingers already reaching for the base of his cock. “I want you raw tonight.” Davis caught her wrists gently but firmly, shaking his head. “Baby… we can’t risk it. The mission’s still live. One slip and—” Ivana hissed through her teeth, frustration flashing hot across her face. The liquid ache between her legs pulsed, then began to cool. “Can we forget the fucking mission for five minutes and just feel something? Just once?”

Crazy, crazy… ** “So delicious!” Harper kept saying as she ate. Olivia seemed to love the feedback at first but at some point, it got tiresome. I was in fact tired of her behalf. I felt like telling Harper ‘can you just shut the fuck up and eat the fucking pasta’. But trust me, I was never the person to initiate confrontations. “Have some strawberries. You know it's healthy,” Olivia urged Harper. I munched the strawberries happily but I could see a look of reluctance fixed on Harper's face.

His mother, Aniya, exhaled a heavy breath before turning her head to look at her husband, Riccardo, where she found her husband's eyes peering at that main door through which their son and that girl had left. ………….. “She is Nina Halzen. Her age is 19 and….” “And fucking what?” He glowered and then sipped from his glass of liquor. His inebriated bloodshed eyes were fixed at his clothes in front of him which were stained in that cake. “She is Kester's son, Cain's girlfriend,” he heard his man revealing to him on the call which made him vigorously clutch that glass of liquor in his hold because he knew this was just the beginning of something extremely forbidden and sinful.

Chapter 63 If the devil wore perfume, she imagined it would smell like hers, the notes of oud and amber coiling through the air like subtle poison. Tania checked her reflection in the rearview mirror one final time, admiring the silk blouse cinched at her waist, the designer sunglasses that veiled the madness behind her eyes, and the dark lipstick she applied like war paint. No one would question her intentions today. She didn’t look like the type who came bearing vengeance. She looked just like an influential mother who'd just come to enroll her three-year-old son.

I just didn't know how to show you," Tina said ""I love you too, mom and I want you to be in my life. I just want you to tell me the truth from now on. No more secrets," Sof said "No more secrets," Tina replied and she hugged Sof. Someone cleared their throat and we turned to see Damon standing there. "I heard you were doing a spell to find your long lost daughter," Damon said "Yeah," Tina said the potion should be ready now," Tabatha said, and Tina and Sof walked over to where Tabatha was standing by the large bowl where the potion was. Tabatha closed her eyes and started stirring the potion with a spoon, and then she started talking in a different language.

His assistant was behind him, waiting for his next order. "Follow him and give me feedback immediately you find something worth it." "Yes, Your Highness." The fellow exited his presence quickly, hoping to catch Allen before he finally disappeared. As soon as Sky turned around, he met Diva who was dressed beautifully with silver ornaments designing her precious body. Diva was a distant relative, not by blood but she had the strong genes of a vampire. She couldn't turn into one in nature but only possessed a few characteristics. She smiled when she came in contact with Sky.