The Forbidden Shorts Novels & Stories

Liam wondered how the Pack had managed to create such intricate traps, and he couldn't help but As they walked through the woods, Liam and Penelope were in awe of the massive fort that came into view. The fort looked like a castle with towering stone walls that were at least twenty feet high. The walls were lined with torches that lit up the perimeter of the fort, casting flickering shadows across the ground. The gates to the fort were enormous and made of thick wood reinforced with iron. Liam couldn't help but feel intimidated by the sheer size and strength of the fort. As they approached the gate, Liam noticed that there were guards stationed at the entrance, all of whom were armed and dre

“It’s not your fault to have that promise, isn’t it your parents who promised you that? “ Tracey said. “Do you guys even know why it’s called a Forbidden promise?” Albert asked. “It’s forbidden for the parents to promise their child those kinds of promises.” Amana answered but Albert shook his head and chuckled. “It’s called forbidden because you can’t have it if it’s not running through your blood. It’s not the same as the ordinary promises, there are rules in giving your child a promise. You promise them a power but you also have to promise them a weakness but on forbidden promises you can only inherit what your parents have and the weaknesses are not planned. Forbidden promise users are e

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.

Bass that rattled bones. It looked like a party, sure. But something about it felt… wrong. Like stepping into a movie right before the villain makes his grand entrance. The party looked more like a crime scene. Red and blue lights flickering against broken windows, shadows moving too fast. The thump of bass was loud enough to stop a heart. The air reeked of sweat, cheap alcohol, and something fouler—something illegal. This wasn’t a college party. This was a fucking slaughterhouse dressed in glitter.

She noticed me and excused herself then sat next to me. “Why are you here? Aren’t you enjoying yourself out there?” She asked with a raised eyebrow and a concerned look. “I am,” I answered. “But there was this guy who was touching me in ways I didn’t like. He’s a fucking pervert.” “You can’t call him that. He doesn’t know you’re still...underage in some countries.” She winced at her choice of words and I glared at her.

Nina continued to peer into his brown eyes until ‘Aah….I…I love you so much….’ those words of hers and those dark brown eyes of her dream man immediately started flashing inside her head which shuddered Nina's heart in terror. She immediately looked away from his eyes. No, it could not be possible. She was just thinking too much. It must be just a coincidence. It could never be a truth that those dusky brown eyes of her dream man belonged to ….Nina was even terrified to complete her words inside her own head. She didn't even want to think about it as just that mere thought started making her feel immoral and sinfully forbidden. So, she immediately shrugged that forbidden thought away, believ

He was almost there, he was almost free. But then, he made a fatal mistake. He glanced back, just for a second, to see how far the rebels were. He saw their torches and guns, their masks and cloaks. He saw the hatred and bloodlust in their eyes. He saw them closing in on him, fast.

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.

The reception lady hesitated when she said the kast sentence. "Yes." "I have something to do. Talk to you later!" "Bye." "Allow me to tell you the effects of the weapon. As you can see, each of the short sword has a switch that if you pushed a button under the hilt it will turn into a doubled edged short sword and the purpose of those curved small blades are for you to not injure yourself if you decided to turn it into the double egded style and--" The reception lady stiffened after Seolurrie thrusted her hand in front of her.

Something in his memory snapped and everything came rushing back. "Julien Hugo!" He exclaimed in happy surprise, hurriedly bringing out all the contents of the folder. His secretary glanced at him in fear and quickly returned to searching for the lost letter. The folder contained all the contracts Julien Hugo signed with all the actors, actresses, staff, body doubles, and other people he used for the film. It contained the complete script in his own handwriting and in the typed form. It contained a picture of all the cast and crew. And most importantly, it contained the flash drive that contained the raw unedited original copy of 'A Forbidden Fairytale'.