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His muscles were solid beneath my fingers, rock solid, and his grip on me tightened as he tried to control the shaking of his hands through shallow breaths. I felt the burn of tears as I sat there, completely powerless to stop whatever was going through his mind. He could be remembering anything, any horror, and there was no way I could stop it. I had been there so many times already and it had ripped my heart apart each and every time. But I wouldn’t leave. Love was stronger than hate. Whatever hate was locked inside his body and whatever hate was burned into his mind, I knew our love could push it out. I believed in the power it gave us.

No part of this novel may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the author. The Forbidden Love Series will be slightly different from the ones I've written so far. The stories in this series are not connected to each other. They are each stand-alone stories, and all of them feature forbidden love. A Short Synopsis: Twenty-four-year-old Serenity Parker had always been in love with her older brother's best friend, Alexander Dawson who was two years older than her. Soon she found out that he was too interested in his underground fight clubs and

Nicknames: Hollows, T Age: 26 Birthday: October 23 Zodiac sign: Scorpio Nationality: American Race: Originally human Hair color: Dark brown Hair style: Medium length middle part Eye color: Emerald green Birthmarks: N/A Scars: Scattered across his body Height: 6’2 Weight: 152 Skin color: Tan Sexuality: Straight and polyamorous Relationship status: complex Beauty marks: rose sleeve tattoo Jewelry : protection bracelet made by a witch Personality: Mysterious, dangerous, flirty, charming, mean Style: edgy cowboy Outfit: Medium wash blue jeans, black band t-shirt, black belt, boots, leather jacket Love interest: Iris Friends: N/A Prologue This story is about love. Not the lovey dovey type you see

“Out loud. Start to finish. Every word.” Her mouth went dry. “Professor—” “Elias,” he corrected, voice low. “When it’s just us. And yes. Read.” She swallowed. Took the pages from his hand. Her fingers brushed his—warm, deliberate—and a shiver raced down her spine. She started. “Wuthering Heights is not merely a story of doomed love; it is a brutal examination of obsession, of bodies and souls twisted together until neither can breathe without the other…”

Soft. Sweet. Addictive. God. I wanted her more than I should. More than was safe. And the worst part? It wasn’t only lust. If it were just lust, this would’ve been easier. But Isabella made me feel things I hadn’t felt in years. Things I buried a long time ago. The last woman who made me feel this way was Selene. Amelia’s mother. My jaw tightened instantly at the thought of her. That woman nearly destroyed me once.

Jason just stood there with his arms by his sides, trying not to respond to her touch. "Are we playing voyeurs today?" So Ra asked in a sultry tone. "It's time to end this," Jason replied, keeping a blank expression on his face. "What?" She stared at him in shock. "It's over. I'm tired of this game already." Jason ran his fingers through his hair with a sigh. "You're like poison." “Oh honey, are you sure you want to do that?” So Ra smirked, running a polished red nail down his chest.- "It really would be a shame if I just let it slip to Lana that her dear, sweet boyfriend is just a good-for-nothing cheater.”

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“Their families hated each other, yet they still fell in love. Readers were drawn to their story because it wasn’t easy love. It was yearning… tension…” “They died,” he spat. “Doesn’t exactly prove forbidden love is worth rooting for.” “It proves people become emotionally invested in impossible love stories,” I replied. “I don’t agree.” A sigh escaped my lips. “Fine. Then Wuthering Heights; Catherine and Heathcliff—” “They were toxic.” “They loved each other, Caden.” “They destroyed each other.” I ran a hand through my hair, my patience already wearing thin. “You’re purposely missing the point to frustrate me.”

She put it back exactly as she’d found it and closed the drawer, but the words stayed burned behind her eyes. She found Tristan in the bedroom, standing at the window in gray sweatpants, staring out at the dark garden. He didn’t turn when she came in. “You saw it,” he said. She crossed the room and stopped behind him, pressing her forehead to the warm skin between his shoulder blades. “Yeah.” He exhaled like the air hurt. “I read it the night I took Theo. Thought it would make everything feel right. Instead it just made me hate myself more.” Sophia slid her hands around his waist, palms flat against his stomach. She felt the muscles jump under her touch. “He loved me the way he knew how. But

"Especially from a killer like you." With that, I left the room, walking down the hallway. Out the window, I saw Lucas fixing the old car. In the bedroom, I went straight to the shower, feeling stained. Sitting down, I allowed the water to wash over me, trying to drown out thoughts. The water flowed for about twenty minutes; I needed my phone, I needed to call papa but my phone was seized by Lucas. Hatred boiled within me. I despised him. I wanted to return home, to papa's mansion. How could my father allow me to marry such a monster? Maybe he didn't know the extent of Lucas's darkness.