The Forbidden Summer Novels & Stories

He snapped his eyes upward at her face so that even as a mistake his eyes would not land on her naked body. Nina's heartbeat accelerated when she felt him snaking his arm around her waist and for the very first time, she felt his touch with no barrier of clothing. That direct contact of their skins made her body shudder. She could not even define it through her words what kind of feeling she was feeling in that moment. Was it fear, nervousness or something more deep and dark? She couldn't understand it but all she knew was that…that feeling of her was forbidden…. sinfully forbidden for her to feel from his touch.

Could Summer make it home, pack, and reach the airport on time without Gabriella? The woman didn’t work unless she pretended to assist her daddy. She called her father, daddy, in a little girl’s voice. This made Summer shudder in disgust. Gabriella was a dark-skinned beauty. Summer admits Gabriella could have modeled. Unlike Summer, who still could be mistaken for a boy from the wrong angle.

Megan said and her mother glared at her. "What do you mean you wanna go there? You are going to be Luna soon, so you have no business going to Red Moon Pack. Do you understand that?" The matron asked and Megan sighed. "But it doesn't mean anything, mother. No one is going to know that." Megan said. "Of course, everyone will. The Red Moon pack is our rival pack. And because you are going to be Luna, you can't go there. Okay? We are not going to be having this conversation anymore." The matron said and Megan made faces at her.

And it took every last shred of willpower he possessed not to go after her. Rafael let out a low curse, raking his fingers through his hair. What the hell had he done? Amara was forbidden. Off-limits. She wasn't just any woman—she was his student. The moment he crossed that line, he knew there would be consequences, knew there was no coming back from it. But knowing had never been the problem. Wanting was. And God, did he want her.

Olivia Davis, on the other hand, one of the omegas of the pack – the one who had had my back in the school forum – spoke up for all of us, her voice laced with concern, “Are we in trouble?” “Not at all,” he shook his head negatively. It was only once the students left that he finally decided to tell us why he held us back. We were all sitting cross-legged in a circle – his orders – when he finally spilled, “I want you to participate in the festival. I intend to submit your application this evening.” He wasn’t asking us. It felt as if he was done playing nice. He had made his mind and was ready to execute. The determined glint in his eyes told us he wasn’t joking, and yet I found myself prote

"Summer and Felix are under my protection now. My pack. My family. You've not only violated Council law by abducting a minor, you've committed an act of aggression against the Blackwood Pack. Return the boy, or the consequences will be severe." "Such threats," Foster mocked, though I could hear the slight tremor in his voice. Everyone knew the Blackwood Pack was not to be trifled with. "Here's my counter-offer: Summer returns to Silver Creek Pack—alone—and submits to proper pack discipline for her desertion. Once she's back where she belongs, perhaps we can discuss visitation rights for Felix." Summer gasped beside me, her face paling further. I wrapped my arm around her waist, steadying her

Their bodies convulsed in ecstasy as they reached the pinnacle of pleasure, each one experiencing a release that left them breathless and yearning for more. “I love you, Jade! I love you so much. Let’s be together forever! I won’t hold back from making you happy, baby. You belong to me, my love. You are my forbidden desire that I won’t regret!” Ceynol shouted as he reached his own zenith inside her.

“I can’t wait to meet you.” The loneliness, however, remained a constant companion. She had made a few friends in her support group and classes, but none knew the full story. To them, she was simply Elena, the quiet American single mother studying literature, polite and hardworking. She never mentioned Damien. Never spoke of the forbidden summer or the cruel words that had sent her across an ocean.

But as I looked down at my hands, I realized they were shaking—not from fear, but from the sheer, overwhelming craving to walk down that hall, turn the handle, and remind her one more time that she was the only thing in this world that mattered to me. I straightened my shoulders, the mask of the distant, dutiful son sliding back into place. I had a dinner to attend. I had a father to deceive. But as I walked toward the stairs, I knew one thing for certain: Elena and her "legs for days" never stood a chance. Because once you’ve tasted the forbidden, the "perfect" choice just tastes like ash.

**LILY'S POV** Five days into the trip, and the lake had finally started to feel less like a stage we were both performing on and more like an actual vacation. The lake was warmer than I expected, sun-heated and glassy in the late afternoon light, and for the first time since we'd arrived at Cedar Point, I let myself forget — just for an hour — everything complicated about this trip. My mother had talked me into the bikini days before we left, the deep blue one I'd almost left folded in a drawer out of nerves, and standing at the edge of the dock now, I was glad I hadn't. The water looked too good to resist.