Transgressive Fiction Novels & Stories

It was a common factor that no matter how discreetly or perfectly a transmigrator adjusts a world that there would always be negative circumstances, mostly due to the world’s resistance against them. A transmigrator in a world no matter how harmless was like a bacteria wandering around the body coated like a body cell of some sort, even if the transmigrator tried their best to reduce any negative activities, just the fact that they were not meant to be in the world was a dire thing to the world and eventually wounds the world, just like how the bacteria would end up harming the body anyways. Now, according to how limited the damage caused by the Transmigrator was, Grades were calculated.

The information from the system called Dot could still be seen in my unconscious mind, as if it's some hologram display. It was vivid as daylight and I read through it again. I was depressed. I was sad. Was it worth it? Was sleeping around worth it? Is this some sort of curse? Why couldn't I control myself? Am I insane or what? I've read so many stories related to Transmigration and system, so even though it was shocking that I seem to be living the life of those protagonists, I just want to make better use of it. To quench my lust, till I'm only left with one desire.

Moon had completely lost it. Abandoned by her family and relentlessly pressured by me, she had twisted into someone unrecognizable. She reached out to the most notorious hacker group on the dark web and offered them a fortune to attack my networks and pinpoint my location. At the same time, she started dumping her Sterling Corp shares and teamed up with Wall Street investors. They planned a deadly strike against the company. She wanted to destroy everything and take me down with her. A silent war had begun, both in the cyberspace and on the financial markets.

This is a matter of the company and my reputation. Since Alexander is engaged to that woman, there’s no need to dig into him anymore. I bet she is only here because my presence threatened her position. But I'm not that type of woman. I would rather stay in my lane than push her buttons. I have experienced enough jealousy from others. They even caused me my death. My past—if that was even my real past. Huh! I don’t know anymore. It’s so confusing. Surely, I think I died and transmigrated to Alexander’s world and then went back here. Then it has to be real.

The shift was so gradual it was impossible to say where it crossed the line, or whether there was a line to cross. Phoenix read those letters carefully, making notes, occasionally pausing to say something about what she was finding. “She uses the same phrase in 1887 and 1891,” she said. “I have been thinking of you in the way that I should not. Four years apart. Same phrasing. She never stopped thinking in those terms, that she should not.” “The framework of transgression was often part of the desire,” Cressida said. “Did it feel like that to them, do you think. Or did it feel like just desire. And the transgression was what the world put on top of it.”

“The one where he snaps.” Evander typed furiously as she stripped, then bent her over the vanity. He took her hard from behind, one hand fisted in her golden hair, the other between her legs. The mirror reflected their joined bodies—her breasts swaying, his face twisted with raw need. “Mine,” he growled, the word slipping out unbidden. Elowen met his gaze in the reflection, pushing back against him. “Then make me believe it.” He did, pounding into her until they both shattered. But as they caught their breath, Evander felt the line dissolving faster. Reality and fiction were bleeding together, and he wasn’t sure he wanted to stop the hemorrhage.

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.

Why was she suddenly feeling like this? She'd only fantasised about playing the seductress, a fantasy she played out in the quiet frustration of the hours when Jacob slept next to her. Was she actually able to put her top-secret thoughts into action? Could she go through those doors now and use virtually untested erotic tricks successfully upon a man like Duke Dane Barnard? Would he reject her like now? It is better to try than not trying. Her dwindling courage began to ebb away fast, but then she remembered the electrifying effect Dane had upon her. With him she knew the fantasy could become reality. Her resolve swept back and she stood up from the bed, drawing the doors aside to walk throu

A slow, wicked smile curved those full, glossy lips as her gaze raked over my trembling body. “Mmm… that’s it, baby girl. Don’t stop now.” My heart slammed against my ribs so hard I felt dizzy. My fingers kept moving like they belonged to someone else, slick and frantic, shame and heat twisting together until I couldn’t tell which was stronger. What the actual fuck had I just done?

She is Alicia the Saint. Elise never thought that she would be transmigrated to the fantasy world. A medieval era composed of aristocrats, magic and divine power. An unfair world full of greed and violent people. Elise was frightened but slowly absorbing the reality. She was old enough but she never experienced this kind of phenomenon. She was just reading the book her cousin gifted to her.... She just read it so her cousin will leave her alone and stop messing with her. She never thought that she would wake up in a new body and in a fictional world! But how the heck does she go here? Did she die after reading the novel? Oh my god! Did she really die? Elise is panicking inside but suppresses