The Forbidden Novels & Stories

She read the words one after the other; as her finger touched a part of the words, a secret hole opened, revealing a large book. Chloe was standing behind her, curious of what's happening She carried it, blow on it as the book was covered in dust. Chloe handed her a cloth and dusted it with it. The first thing her eye catches was the words on the front cover, "Forbidden" She read slowly.

“Not a chance!” “It’s for the best, and you know it,” I retorted before blocking him out of my mind, focusing on the woman I craved but could not have. Truth be told, it was not even about ethics. Our laws allowed us to claim our mates, regardless of status, provided we were meant to be. No one would dare to ruin his life over a chosen mate, but a fated one? Oh hell and damnation, I knew she would be so worth it. Her spike, her wit, the way her eyes crinkled as she smiled… everything about her was starting to appeal to me in ways it shouldn’t.

Permission. I scramble to obey. I unhook the short chain between my wrists just enough to reach the table of toys you laid out for me. My hands shake as I select the first punishment: a heavy stainless-steel plug, cold and unforgiving. I coat it in my own slick, then reach back and press the icy tip to my tight asshole. I don’t ease it in. I force it, grunting around the gag as the widest part stretches me open, burning, claiming. The base settles between my cheeks with a final cruel pop. My eyes water. Drool pours from the corners of my stretched mouth.

God help the man who thought he could steal a glance at her. God help the man who thought he could touch her. God help the man who sent her roses. I’d burn his world to ash. Because there are lines you don’t cross. And touching what’s mine? That’s at the top of the fucking list.

Adrian started fiddling with the buttons of my pants wanting to open it to take the pants off. “I don’t like being taken for a fool, and you, love, took both me and my son for one” Mr. Adrian said fighting me to push my pants down. This time, I screamed. I wasn’t going to let him touch me, it was something that I was against. The man let me go just as the door opened and pushed me to the side making me fall to the ground.

Forbidden 24 I take my window seat in the back of the plane. Waiting for other passes to board the plane I turn on my aeroplane mood and open the new novel I started reading the novel I have always wanted to read but my whole life event has not allowed me to even start the first page. When I checked online I was advised to see a therapist but I am not interested in talking to someone I do not even know.

She closed the gap between us, the bounce of her breasts sending a sharp jolt of heat straight to my gut. “W…why?” she whispered, reaching out to take my hand. “Why can’t it happen? I want this, and I know you want it too.” “You’re wrong.” I forced the words out, my fingers clenching into a tight fist just to stop myself from pulling her back into my arms. “I don’t want this. It is forbidden.” She didn’t say a word. She just stared at me, challenging the lie. “This is a grave sin, Safira. It stops here.”

I stood there awkwardly near the doorway, completely unsure how to draw his attention toward me properly. I remember I was told to initiate to show willingness and if he doesn’t like me, I could get a strike. 3 strike and I am out and would be needing to refund the eighty grand, I can’t do that when spending it was worth it. So, a crazy Idea pop in, I pick a grape in my mouth and gently remove his newspaper, his eyes found mine as I sat on his lap, I place it at the tip, watching him slowly want to take it.

Canna P.O.V. A few Months Later. After the day’s training, my father and I made our way down to the bunker for the last time. The air was thick with dust, and the only light came from the flickering candles against the wall. The darkness seemed to swallow us whole. The sound of my voice echoed through the small space, making me feel small and vulnerable. I could hear the sound of chains slamming against one another as my father pulled them to check if they were tight enough. The metallic sound filled the bunker and added to the growing sense of dread that was building inside me. I tried to push the fear away, knowing that I had to be strong for what was to come. The thought of the transition

One of these days, my curiosity is probably going to end up killing me. For one guy there sure seems to be a lot of doors to open to get to him. “You see amore mio, we call this the mute chamber. Two sound proof rooms means no sound goes out.” Leo winks. I gulp, my stomach twisting into knots as I take in what it is that he is telling me. Now I wish I never asked.