The Forbidden Novels & Stories

Guards tensed as I approached the Goddess with a smile. Now the Goddess was confused. "What are you talking about?" "The unspoken law of Heaven and Hell. The reason I acted the way I did. After conversing with the one I defended while incarcerated, I can say I have a definitive third crime." "Do go on," Astrania raised a brow at me, pensive but curious. "The only forbidden act there is, my dear." My smile was now a sarcastic smirk. Horror swept over Astrania's expression. "Don't tell me. It can't be true," she was barely speaking above a whisper.

“The Temple of Moira, deep within the Forbidden Forest.” Shock painted all their faces pale. Even Florita, who had seen things most wolves considered impossible, felt her breath stop. The Forbidden Forest. No wolf — not alpha, not king, not even Lycan — dared step foot there. It was a place older than the packs, older than the bloodlines themselves. The forest devoured those who entered without permission. “Elder Caelum…” Florita’s voice trembled. “No one can enter that place and return alive.”

How do I tell him that he’s making my heart race for entirely different reasons, reasons that I’m ashamed to acknowledge? His thumb strokes slow circles over the lace of my panties, and I feel it like lightning dancing across the sky. Beautiful in a way it burns. I hate that my hips jerk in response. Hate that he sees it, that a part of me, the untouched and forbidden part, is purring. What is this feeling? Not desire or hate. But it’s somewhere between them. Something unholy. Something that wears a silk dress and twirls in the moonlight. I don’t understand him, no matter how much I want to. What does he want from me?

Black shelves loomed like shadows of sin—cold steel, dark leather, polished glass. The tools sat in perfect order: crops, flóggers, díldos, plúgs, pàddles, clàmps, a violet wand cradled in velvet, gàgs in various shapes, ànal hooks, ropes, hoods, and restraints. It wasn’t decoration. It was declaration. Every piece had drawn cries. Every piece had made someone submit.

Warning this book contains matured content such as: Language, swearing, abuse, violence, rape, sexual Assualt and sexual violence. I'll put trigger warnings on each chapters containing these content, but this is a formal warning. Thank you. Happy reading **** In the Desire Parlour Lurds, capital city of the West region The kingdom of Wahala The man Kailani had run away from seven years ago now sat in her inner meeting chambers on the chair before the table with his left elbow on the arm of the chair. His blue eyes danced over the red lacy gown reaching her thigh, which barely kept anything on her body hidden.