Unforgivable Book Novels & Stories

She couldn't face betrayals anymore. "Ahhh.." Valerie screamed as she forced the sword to apart her skin one last time. This is gonna be the end! This is the end. So my dear readers. This is the end of the FORBIDDEN BLOOD book 1( but not the end of the story.) The story is continued in the sequel of the book FORBIDDEN BLOOD 2 exclusively on B*****t. I want you guys to shower the comment section with your comments as I want you to enlighten me about your thoughts on my story.

Vivian looked into her blue eyes which looked as if they possessed the entire sky in them. "We angels are quite fragile creatures. Our hearts are intangible, unlike humans, so if we love someone, we love them thick and through and if we hate someone, we hate them thick and through. Our book is our only destiny" Fate said and took Vivian's book from her. She tore a page from it and Vivian felt immense pain in her chest. She shouted from pain and looked at Fate with her eyes, almost about to pop out. "Now you see which trouble you're in. Take good care of it" Fate said as she burned the paper between her fists as she threw the book back at Vivian "And make sure it's pages are never lost, the l

At this thought, he swung his leg and kicked Nora in the stomach. "A bastard that should never have been born might as well disappear with you!" His vision blurred red as he lost control. He unleashed kick after merciless kick on Nora's stomach until a pool of blood spread beneath her. "How could you be this heartless, Ethan?" Nora lay crumpled on the ground, barely breathing. Her face contorted in agony as she looked up at him. "This is your child! Your own flesh and blood! How could you do this?" But Ethan's expression was as cold as death itself.

A month's worth of suffering and grievance surged within me. I stood up and said with red-rimmed eyes, "It's been over a month. I'm surprised you noticed I wasn't home. Why didn't you pick up the phone when I called you? You've ignored me for an entire month. Did you even care if I lived or died?" "Or maybe," I shouted, my voice shaking, "you were hoping I'd just disappear so you could be with your secretary! You've already flaunted him on social media. What's next? Are you going to announce I'm dead so you can be with another man?"

Book 1: Daddy’s Bestfriend. Mark Reynolds has wanted Lena for years. Her father’s best friend, freshly divorced and now living in their house, he’s impossible to ignore. Every glance sparks desire she shouldn’t feel. Her best friend envies her. His ex-wife plots, and every risk is hotter than the last—can Lena survive the fire she can’t resist? LENA POV “Fuuuck—ohhh!” I moaned, my back arched against the sheets, fingers slippery as they circled my clit, the vibrator thrumming between my thighs. My free hand pinched a nipple through my thin tank, my breath coming in ragged gasps, the whole bed shaking with my movements.

We’ve read so many forbidden stories… we’ve come a long way with No Saints! The tension, the sins, the things that shouldn’t happen, but always do. But this chapter is different. This one isn’t forbidden. There’s no hiding, no guilt. Just a husband and his wife. A mate and her Alpha. This scene is taken from my book A luna’s Revenge, and it can be read on its own. To read Alexander and Abigail’s full story, search A luna’s Revenge by Ebi Happy on GoodNovel.

But nonetheless, I couldn’t stop the stream of anger pumping through my veins. “You know absolutely nothing about me. So who the fuck are you to tell me what I am and what I’m not, uhhh?! I have done a lot of terrible and unimaginable things in my life. The sins I have committed are way too heavy to be forgiven. But I don’t mind bearing them forever like a mark in my heart, so don’t say I’m good because I’m not. Which is why I’m going to kill her and anyone who dares stand in my way.”

--- Here is an **800-word sample** of an English reading comprehension passage (suitable for B2/C1 level testing), which you can build upon: --- **The Silent Village** For three generations, the village of Oakhaven had existed in near-perfect silence. Not the silence of emptiness — birds still sang, wind still rustled through the ancient oaks — but the silence of human restraint. The villagers spoke only when necessary, and even then in whispers. Visitors often found it unsettling, as if they had stepped into a dream where sound itself had been outlawed.

Gia placed a reassuring hand on Deep's, her touch conveying a sense of solidarity and understanding. Gia: You're right, Deep. Ejay's actions speak volumes about the darkness within him. Forgiveness isn't owed to someone who's caused so much devastation. Their agreement hung in the air, a shared understanding that certain wounds cut too deep for forgiveness to mend. In that hospital room, amidst the quiet resolve, Deep and Gia found solace in their mutual acknowledgment of the unforgivable nature of Ejay's deeds, a shared conviction that stood firm against the tide of pain and betrayal.