Uncle Taboo Novels & Stories

Nonetheless, I knew we were not meant to be, so I wrote my feelings for him in the diary. If Benjamin had not read the diary, I would have lived on as the obedient niece… but that was not the case. He read my diary and tore it into pieces. He thought I was disgusting to develop a romantic feeling for him. "What is wrong with you? I'm your uncle! Yes, we're not related by blood, but I'll forever be your uncle. And that's all!"

Jess says, leaning forward, “you gonna survive this Christmas thing? New stepdad, stepbrothers, your mom acting all lovey-dovey?” I sigh, sipping my coffee. “I don’t know. It’s weird. Mom’s never moved this fast with a guy. And these stepbrothers? They are probably jerks.” Jess laughs. “You’re so dramatic. Maybe they’re hot jerks.” I roll my eyes, but my mind flicks to ShadowWolf, his words, that photo. I push it away, focusing on Jess, who’s rambling about her new coworker’s bad haircut. We eat, joke, and for a moment, I forget the stress of the trip, Adrian’s texts, and that creepy shadow last night.

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.

Camille added, loud enough for people to hear. Murmurs suddenly filled the hall. I knew what she was doing, she was trying to further humiliate me. "If you hadn't already married my uncle, I would have considered making you my concubine at least. . ." He paused as he allowed his words to sink. "How unlucky you are." That was another slap to my face. He disrespected my status as his uncle's wife and openly commented on making me his concubine. I suddenly hated that Adrian had to be the one to inherit the throne. He was nowhere near fit to rule.

The young man just shrugged ignoring his uncle’s reprimand, “Gabi, why don’t you check the seat at the cinema if it’s clean. I have something to discuss with Uncle.” Hurriedly, she exited towards the hallway to the storage to get the cleaning tools. She wondered what they are going to discuss. She wondered it’s about her. The old man seems upset that she was touching the gown. There are things between the uncle and his nephew that seem strange to Gabi. Rafa seems self-assured and his uncle seems to accept the younger man’s authority. Is it the old man’s way of handing the reigns to his nephew? She wondered…

he commented, his eyes carrying his warm smile. “ One miserable old goat Like my uncle. They want you to be sad when they're sad. They want you uncomfortable because something makes them uncomfortable. You shouldn’t smile too much when they are not laughing. That is a sign of you checking yourself into rehab soon enough because they will kick that smile off until you can't discern on how to personaly stay happy.” “ Your grandfather in his right plays the bull very well, but he is more honorable. Than whatever my uncle can ever amount to. He is family. It doesn't matter if I'm there by your side in this skin. Fact is, I'm not sending you in there alone.”

"What I should or shouldn't do is not for you to remind me." Damon's voice was as cold as winter frost, each word carrying unquestionable authority. As his words fell, the atmosphere in the office instantly dropped to freezing point. Spencer could even feel the dangerous aura permeating the air. He quietly stepped back two paces, trying to minimize his presence. Clark's face turned red with anger, veins bulging on his forehead. He had been suppressed by this uncle since childhood, falling far short of him in both family status and business achievements. Now he had to watch helplessly as his uncle coveted his wife, dealing his self-esteem an unprecedented blow.

Raya My Uncle is a maniac. He is fucking crazy. He took me to a fucking arena and rode a bike with me then fucked me on a bike. I mean, who the fuck does that? And he called this a fucking punishment. For real? That was not a fucking punishment for me…that was an adventure. That was a brand new experience and I enjoyed it. My Uncle does not know that he is the reason I am slowly losing control. He is the reason that I am aroused all the time when he is nearby. He brings out this side in me that I never knew I even had.

The moment my eyes met purple ones, we both knew and had a mutual understanding about how we had messed up. “Aria, this is your father's brother, your older uncle, you can call him Uncle Ronald.” Oblivious to the tension between us, Mrs.Laura said.