The Diva Serves Forbidden Fruit Novels & Stories

Tiger asked Diva who was only focusing her attention on the food in front of her Diva gave him her poppy eyes as she looked at him. Madam Zilla laughing inwardly, Flora likewise gazed upon them. . . . …

The concentrated smell of orange danced around him and Davi’s constant whimpers added to the seduction. The omega wanted to be served but Liam knew this was not what Davi wanted. With his hard-earned inhibitor, Liam injects himself and Davi but before he could carry the omega out of the study, his lips were caught with a violent bite and was pushed down on the sofa. The author has something to say: My son Davi is wild! and I love him for it BUT DO IT AFTER DIVORCE, OKAY?! Liam: *secretly hastens the divorce* I AGREE!

She turned towards him and spat in his direction, showing her disgust. Uther nearly ordered the guards to grab her immediately, but he knew that wouldn't be necessary. He wanted her to feel powerless, to know that he was in control. "You had better watch your tongue, woman," he warned her. "Or I will cut it off." Yvonne was visibly shaken because Uther was capable of doing anything when he was pissed like this, but she refused to back down. "I am going to say it again, you can't force our daughter into a marriage she doesn't want," she said, her voice shaking. "And you can't force me to do your bidding either."

Zeus growled. He felt hungry. His inner devil felt hungry after years. She had unleashed it by detaching the devil from the metal chains that had held it in place. He wanted to have a taste. The taste of the forbidden fruit which looked juicy. Clutching her chin in his palm, he made her look in his stormy grey eyes. A memory of someone suddenly passed his mind. Stella. Immediately withdrawing his hand he yanked himself away as if she had burned him. “Are you-"

I thought back at what she said and it did make sense that I needed a stronger piece on my board because all I have now are pawns. *** (Quick switch of POV) *** Diva walked out of the range with her hands tucked in her pocket as a rope was let down from the building. She connected it with her waist and she was pulled up immediately. “Phase two complete boss.” *** (Back to normal POV) ***

Now that it is completely severed, there’s nothing holding you back and you want to do a marking ceremony on the next full moon in front of everyone to prove that you are fully committed to her. Me: ‘No.’ Divina’s voice takes a hard edge when she speaks next, and I know I’m not going to win this argument. Divina: ‘Warrick, you listen to me, and you listen hard. I know this is uncomfortable for you. I don’t even like my plan, but it is necessary. I don’t want you anywhere near Vanessa and I don’t want to think about what you may have to do to convince her of this plan. The thought of you with her or any other woman hurts worse than getting my fingers cut off, but this is necessary. You are no

The pain in his chest is unbearable; the agony and failure that he's feeling right now are too much for him to handle. "Just look for someone else, grandson. Because from this day onwards, Ariana is your sister. She's off-limits for you, Brian Gil. She's forbidden."

I was really in mood to start the conversation. "I think we should give some privacy to both Sebastian and Angelina so that they can start knowing each other." The man I think he was this girl's father told my dad while pointing to us. I glanced at angeni...ohhh..fuck off whatever her name is. She was also looking at me shyly. She was looking beautiful in a blue dress. She was actually looking attractive because of her hazel eyes and little bit curly brown hair. I could see her figure was also like a model. But......something is missing in her. Don't know what?

“Mira, I can’t. Please don’t let me go through with this.” “Believe me, this time it will lead to a happy ending for you.” They embraced warmly, and Susan sniffed, her heart heavy but hopeful. ♥√♦♥♦♥♥ A week later, Susan was alone in the clubhouse. She settled onto a barstool, sipping her drink, expertly crafted by the barman. Dressed in a mini outfit that accentuated her long legs, she drew the gaze of many, even those accompanied by their partners. Some approached her with bold advances, yet she dismissed them, preferring to savor her solitude.

I brought my palm down hard, spanking one cheek. Smack. Then I spanked the other. Smack. The sharp cracks mixed with her cries as I turned her skin from pink to a deep, glowing red. “Please,” she begged, pushing back against me. “David, please…I need your cock. I can’t take it anymore.” I spanked her again, harder, watching her ass jiggle. “Beg louder, slut. Tell me exactly what you need.” “I need you to fuck me,” she gasped, voice breaking as another smack landed. “Please…fuck me, daddy… breed me, just give me your cock!”