The Forbidden Books Novels & Stories

She was gone—sold out to the one person our blood had been taught to hate. And Sebastian Perez wasn't just an adversary. He was a snake. Sinister, manipulative, vicious. If Evelyn thought I was controlling, she had no idea what he would do to keep Amelia tied to him. I balled my hands into fists until my knuckles cracked. The need to draw Evelyn close, to pin her against my chest and promise I'd never let perez's poison come near her, seared like flames. But when I moved forward, she jumped back—not from terror, but from the blow I'd struck into her.

Small sparks of magic dance in the air, swirling around me, creating an atmosphere of expectation and latent power. I walk to my private library, where rows of ancient, forbidden books rest on weathered wooden shelves. Each of these books is a source of power. But there is one book in particular I seek, one that carries within it the weight of generations of enchantresses, the most potent and forbidden of all: the Bloodbound Codex.

"Oh, she understands perfectly. Don't you, Maya?" I nodded quickly, too scared to do anything else. Back in my tiny room, Vera threw a small bag at me. "Pack whatever fits in there. Nothing fancy, you won't be attending any social events where you're going." My hands shook as I gathered my few belongings. A couple of changes of clothes, my mother's old hairbrush, and a small book about healing herbs that Nora had given me. Everything I owned in the world fit easily into the little bag. "That's it?" Vera asked mockingly. "How pathetic."

After changing, I picked one of my old novels. It was a steamy novel that had a lot of mature scene more than actual conversations. The novel was so old that it was already so brown and had a lot of dog ears. I opened the page to one of the favourite chapter I like in the book. This time I imagined it was Me and Adrian instead of the characters in the book. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I laid on the bed, eyes concentrating on the page. * "I want everything off your body, except for that lingerie you sent in that picture." Leo said to Gabrielle as he walked into the room.

Chapter 2: A taste of temptation We stood side by side at the kitchen counter working on the dough, and the unspoken tension kept increasing. Every little move I made turned into some kind of forbidden teasing. I had brushed my hip against his thigh when I reached for the flour. I let my arm slide along his while we kneaded the dough. And I even pressed my breasts lightly against his bicep when I leaned in closer. Every touch I did made my pussy throb more. I was already soaked, and my bare folds were slippery and aching under that tiny skirt with no panties on.

She said, led us upstairs to a larger hall, which was unbelievably large, stretching out endlessly; there were rows upon rows of shelves soaring toward the ceiling. Once again books were stacked higher than I thought could be possible. The polished wooden floor gleamed under the light, and the neat lines of desks towered over my small self. The librarian scurried along the room to get a ladder, she pushed it to a certain spot, and took out three books, returning to us. “This is everything we have in the pack's history.” Keala took the book from her, “The book on forbidden magic is kept in the safe meant for only the king and council. I will fetch it now.”

I wonder how long I can survive in this world without turning to ash. I spent most of the day in my room. Pretending to read, trying to trick my brain into believing words on a page can hush the chaos inside me. I scroll through bookstagram, click add to cart, order five more novels I’ll never finish. Let’s be honest, none of us buy books to read them all. We buy them for the hope they carry. For the illusion that we’re better, smarter and more in control that we actually are. I tell myself distraction is healing. But even lies feel tired in my mouth now.

We’ve read so many forbidden stories… we’ve come a long way with No Saints! The tension, the sins, the things that shouldn’t happen, but always do. But this chapter is different. This one isn’t forbidden. There’s no hiding, no guilt. Just a husband and his wife. A mate and her Alpha. This scene is taken from my book A luna’s Revenge, and it can be read on its own. To read Alexander and Abigail’s full story, search A luna’s Revenge by Ebi Happy on GoodNovel.

I Said, Leaving Once in the library, I went to get a book on behavioral psychology and started reading it on the spot. An hour later, as I was lost in my thoughts, I started thinking about Nate again. About his hand gripping my arm and him pleading with me not to say anything... I looked around me and saw students holding books on the supernatural. That's when it occurred to me to take a look at the books on supernatural creatures. "Vampires, Jinns, Ghosts... Damn it."

Mollie whispered, her lantern beam sweeping across the walls of the cavern. Surrounding the entire perimeter of the chamber were high oak bookcases, packed to capacity with thousands of ancient, leather-bound scrolls, heavy iron-clasped volumes, and loose parchments covered in faded red ink. These were not the standard accounting ledgers or historical texts kept in the keep's main library; these were the forbidden texts of the ancient packs, books detailing blood covenants, mind-binding spells, and forgotten rituals that had been outlawed by the regional council two centuries ago.