The Diva Serves Forbidden Fruit Novels & Stories

His tongue was rough and warm, swirling around my clit with a hunger that made my brain go fuzzy. Across the room, Silas groaned. He was watching us, his hand down his pants. "You all always leave me horny," he snapped. He looked over at Diva, who was still standing by the wall. "Diva! Get over here. I need your pussy. Now.” Diva didn't look scared. She looked excited. She ran to him, hiking her dress up before she even reached his lap. In seconds, Silas was buried inside her, his hips slamming into the chair while Diva cried out his name.

The silence feels heavier. It feels like something was decided internally that he did not take note of. Almost as if she had already made up her mind. Almost as if his refusal had never mattered. Darius narrowed his eyes. A growing uneasiness settled inside him. "Damn it," he muttered under his breath. He turned around sharply. "Darius calls in Ravenna; his tone is calm but deep. “Who is the donor for Selene?” Ravenna immediately looked uncomfortable. She hesitates at first before replying.

Her tone was triumphant. "Renee, I didn't get you this time, but there's always next time. But hey, maybe you don't even have to die. If you're willing to divorce Adam, I promise I'll leave you alone." As Kayla spoke, she took another bite of the apple, completely oblivious to the danger. Renee stayed silent and quietly set the remaining fruit onto a clean plate. She pulled out a few tissues and began to calmly wipe her fingers and the gleaming, cold fruit knife in her hand.

my mother says, her eyes on Andrea, ignoring me completely. Andrea only smiles. It surprises me because, under normal circumstances, she would be boasting right now, bragging about her attacks and abilities. She lives for my parents’ approval. She craves it like air. She never just smiles when praised. “Your father and I will be traveling north this afternoon,” my mother continues, speaking as if only Andrea matters. Andrea looks at her, curiosity flickering in her eyes. “Why?” “A possible part of divinium has been found there,” my mother explains. “We need to retrieve it before anyone else does.”

Their bodies convulsed in ecstasy as they reached the pinnacle of pleasure, each one experiencing a release that left them breathless and yearning for more. “I love you, Jade! I love you so much. Let’s be together forever! I won’t hold back from making you happy, baby. You belong to me, my love. You are my forbidden desire that I won’t regret!” Ceynol shouted as he reached his own zenith inside her.

The Maledictus were a force of nature—twisted, dark, and driven by an insatiable hunger for power. Diana stepped forward, her presence steadying the rising panic. “Let’s not all act like we haven’t been expecting it. Word must have gotten out that we’ve found the Alpha who has the power to end this meaningless fight. Ideally, they’d want to destroy him before he gets the chance to fully manifest his potential. We’ve been preparing for this, and there isn’t a doubt in my mind that Jaydon would lead us to the path of victory.”

The night still and everywhere around the mansion was quite. Not even the owls that usually made noose around the mansion were quite and peaceful, the whole place felt like an entire forest that held its breath. Inside her chambers, Diva sat down on the cold floor with her knees folded and drawn to her chest, her arms wrapped around herself tightly like she was cold, she felt that way not because of sorrow over betrayal, but because she wanted freedom. She wished for it. Hungered for it. And Derek denied her the one thing she craved above all else.

Davina only needed the right channel, the right support to become her best self and if she wasn't saddled with revenge, she would make a cheerful heiress, one others found comforting yet dangerously powerful. “Can I indulge myself tonight? I want alcohol.” She demanded suddenly and I nodded without hesitation. Just one night of freedom to eat whatever she wanted, wasn't going to ruin her progress. Even in her indulgence, she did it gracefully. Downing the glass of wine with pristine movements and her hair flowing down her face and body lovingly. Her dress hugged her just right, enough to conceal what was hidden and also show off her curves. I caught myself staring at her, her clear and beaut

Diva gasped as a sudden force wrapped around her limbs. Her body lifted off the ground. “DIVA!” Derek lunged, but an invisible barrier slammed into him, sending him flying backward. Diva struggled—tried to move, tried to break free— But she was trapped. Isolde watched, fascinated. “You don’t even know what you are,” she murmured. Diva’s vision blurred. The pressure around her chest—crushing— Isolde’s voice turned to silk. “But I do.” Diva’s pulse spiked.

Her cries soon turned into moans. "Adriana served me divorce papers," I whispered, barely able to hold back my release. "I know," she said breathlessly, eyes shut tight as I came deep inside her. Oh, Shit. I was so messed up. The craziest thing about right now was that I didn't think it was wrong to shoot my load deep into my Ava's pussy, barely a week after getting divorce papers from her sister. I collapsed beside her, panting. There was a slick, wet sound as I slid out of her. She didn’t flinch. Instead, she climbed on top of me, her mouth finding mine again in a slow, lazy kiss.