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Serena. The bathroom wasn’t a sanctuary; it was a battlefield. I didn’t slip into the steaming water to wash away the day’s grime or to luxuriate in the fragrant suds of some expensive soap. I came here because I was aching. A deep, insistent throb had settled between my legs hours ago, a pulsing, painful reminder of a life half-lived. I was so wet it was a torment, a slick heat that my own husband had ignored me for six long months. Six months since our wedding night, a night that was supposed to be the beginning of everything and was instead the end of it all.

The Taboo Chronicles is a curated collection of dark, twisted, and unapologetically erotic stories designed to push the boundaries of conventional desire. From the sacred halls of a silent church to the high-stakes shadows of obsessive power plays, these stories explore the raw, unyielding side of human hunger. Whether it’s the thrill of a secret shared in the dark or the surrender of a soul to a dominant force, nothing is off-limits.

I was trying to catch a cab home to gather my things when Rosa, overhearing that I was headed to our old place, went on the attack: "Where do you think you're going? You're divorced, that's not your home anymore. "Pack your stuff and then get out, pronto." Sebastian just watched, his face a mask of indifference. He wrapped his arm around Rosa, pulling her close and cooing, "Yeah, throw the stranger out. You're my wife, and you're the only one who gets to stay." I said flatly, "I'm moving out now." I booked a hotel online as soon as I left the church. Back at the house, I started throwing my things into my suitcase.

Her uncle died, and Joshua remained poor while she got to be in a good place and enjoying a luxurious life. Thera stared at the eco bag Rowela gave her. One by one, she took out the things inside. Most of them were her academic notebooks. The cheap stuffed animals were from the night market she went to alone. Thera sat straight when she saw a bind, thin notebook. It was her diary. She brushed it when she noticed a few pages torn by termites. Her smile was bittersweet when she began reading. She opened the notebook up to the last three pages. June 5, 2007

I collapsed back onto the bed, chest heaving, sweat dampening my skin. For a long moment, I just lay there, stunned, panting, my fingers still trembling against me. Then it hit me. What I had done. “Oh God,” I gasped, sitting up quickly, pulling the sheets over me like they could er ase it. My heart raced with horror now, not just desire. “Oh God… I just thought of him.” My therapist.

Chapter 4- Target The fear spread to Elise entirely that halted her breathing. The man Samantha talking right now is no other than the villain in the early chapter of the novel. He’s a complete psycho! A nut dog who has a sadistic tendency. Elise is having goosebumps remembering the scenes from the book she read. Elise spend her time in the orphanage creating a plan and she admit that she’s taking her time but his appearance brought panicked to Elise, she needed to get her grief, it’s a real thing but her trembling never subsides

This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be constructed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental. Hold Me Close (A Heron’s Landing Novella) Published by Blue Violet Press LLC Seattle, Washington Copyright © 2016, 2017, 2020 by Iris Morland Cover design by Qamber Designs

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Prologue II: Pyre, 3113 Pyre Av 5, 3113 Stephan Caliphus, King Everything was on fire the night he finished the book in the back room of a borrowed house. He laid his glasses down on the desk in front of him and rubbed his tired eyes. The crackling of flames could be heard as the city burned all around them. The blood curdling screams of the men in the streets where they died was enough to make the blood of the fiercest warrior run cold, but he was a man of empathy and it hurt him more than it did the others.