The Diva Serves Forbidden Fruit Novels & Stories

So I plastered a fake smile on my face, determined not to give him the satisfaction of knowing that he had any effect on me. I had to keep reminding myself that this was all just a game to him, and that I couldn't let myself get caught up in it. I had to be stronger than that. “I need to travel,” Diva said, her voice soft as she caressed Franco's cheek. “What for?” he asked, his voice filled with curiosity. “It's for a business trip,” she explained, “and I would really like to attend the program in person.” I could tell that she was trying to convince him, but I wasn't certain if he was buying it. I couldn't help but wonder what her real motives were. What was she up to?

“You'll need a job to work and get your ticket back to America. And so, you seek employment at the hotel closest to you.” “Sole Dorato,” “Yes,” he sighed. “I've arranged for someone to meet you there and ensure this plan goes smoothly. But finding hell is your task. Proceed with caution. The people in Sole Dorato are quite tasty.” “You sound like you have been there-” Whatever I was about to say was cut off by Luca muttering a series of expletives in Italian. I glanced behind me to see Olivia walking towards us, and my jaw fucking dropped. She wore a white dress that wrapped her curves rather tightly. The neckline was a low V cut that showed the top of her breasts propped against each other.

With what must be a paling face, I stare up at the nun smoking a cigarette, choking when I realize it's Daria. The billboard says, "Forbidden Fruit Taste The Best," and then it switches to a website where you can read her story. There is a small text about her cancer and that she is finally living her life again, enjoying her forbidden fruit—whatever the fuck that means! "Killian?" Jenny asks, following my gaze to the billboard before turning around and aiming her massive smile my way. "Pretty right? I've already read her story. Her name is Daria, and her forbidden fruit is falling in love despite having cancer. It's so romantic. She is deeply in love with someone she calls Mr. Mysterious, b

Her mother told him the whole story. Diva said it was a good thing that he and his boyfriend were looking for a maid, so he offered her mother to work with them. They immediately agreed, and she decided to also help her mother for free since she would also live with the gay couple together with her mother. The couple's house was so big. Even though Diva is gay, he doesn't dress like a woman. He still looks like a guy, but his fingers are flapping. His voice is also very gentle, almost like a woman's voice.

What Diva did was probably for the best after all a maid should know his or her place. "I'm going back to my chamber," he announced and left with his escorts following him closely. Diva finally let out a satisfied grin when she was sure that she was all alone in the garden. Her hands had been itching to hit that maid all day and as fate would have it she got the opportunity to beat her as much as she wanted. "If only I could hit her like this every day," she thought and smiled again. She looked at her palms which were red from whipping Sarah hard. "That will teach her to stay away from Jake, Jake is mine and no one can take him away from me," she muttered, breathing heavily.

“They believe you’ve tamed me… Domesticated me.” He raised her arms above her head, holding her wrists against the tree trunk. A slow wicked smile pulled at his lips. “If they only knew the truth...” Dea’s skin flushed as she remembered how she’d driven him to the height of ecstasy just before dawn. His response had been aggressive and primal as she’d held him spellbound. “Demitra will banish me from this house,” Dea warned as she arched against Theo. “I don’t care… I go where you go,” Theo reminded her in a husky growl.

They also found out that outsiders used to be promise users but they can't remember anything about promises because of the poison that was planted inside of them by the higher ups. Amana knew that there was something strange going on when the higher ups sent Carson to a mission but ended up being defeated. They gave them the wrong information. They also find it suspicious on the island, the barrier supposed to protect them from any threat. The daughter of Albert was kidnapped by the people who worked for the higher ups, the ones who planted the poison to the outsiders. Things are starting to make sense, the real villain is not them but the higher ups.

He further spoke, "Freshen up already. The pancakes are getting cold." Groaning, Diva made her way towards the washroom. After freshening up, she got out and smiled seeing Blaze serving some fresh strawberry pancakes for Diva. She plopped next to him as Blaze handed him the plate. "For you, beautiful," he breathed out. "Thank you," Diva said with a grin.

A spaghetti strap top that showed just enough cleavage. She looked at herself in the mirror, feeling confident. When they arrived at the club, the music hit instantly—loud, consuming, impossible to ignore. They found a seat and ordered cocktails. Chloe waved over the bartender. “Hey lovelies,” he said with a smile. “What can I get you both?” “Cocktails to start,” Chloe said easily. “Sex on the beach.” She turned to Lena. “I’ll have the same,” Lena added. “Alright, be right back.”

He looked at her face and felt the narrative dissolve completely. There was nothing innocent in the sense of ignorant or unaware about the woman holding the fruit out to him. There was nothing corrupted about her, nothing diminished, nothing that had been taken or tricked away. She was standing under the Tree of Knowledge in the garden of Eden in the full blazing reality of her own light, silver fire visible and enormous under her skin, her face carrying the specific expression of someone who had just encountered their own actual capacity and found it sufficient for everything, and she was offering him the fruit with steady hands and eyes that held the full weight of what she was offering an