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“And even while I tried to get his attention, it didn’t work.” Her hands clenched tighter. “And then I used magic again,” she said. I narrowed my eyes slightly. “What kind of magic?” I asked. She hesitated for just a second. “One that was against the law itself,” she replied. My stomach tightened.“And what is that?” I pressed. She looked at me directly now.“It’s called the Love Bind,” she said. I frowned slightly. “It’s a forbidden spell,” she continued. “Something that can make a man completely devoted to you for seven days.”

“Don’t tell me this is your first time?” “It is,” I admitted. My parents were church elders, deeply rooted in purity culture, where alcohol was forbidden and virtue was prized above all else. Twenty-one years old, and I had never tasted a drop of liquor, and never felt a man’s touch beyond a hug. “There’s always a first time,” he said gently, pouring red wine into the glasses. The first sip made me wince—it was sweet at first, then sharp, the taste blooming strangely across my tongue. It burned just enough to feel new, but underneath, it warmed me, like a temporary relief.

“We’ve come too far. We… we love each other.” The Queen’s eyes go wide, then she rises to her feet, her gaze slicing into me like a blade. I might as well have spat a curse into the air. “You are forbidden to love,” she says, her voice shaking with fury and disbelief. “You cannot love one another. It is an order.” “Then let me leave,” I blurted out, my chest tight. “Let me go abroad, or anywhere away from here. Let me try to find my real parents, somehow, I will. But I can’t stay here and be forbidden to love Gregory. I…”

“Forbidden love in literature: Why Readers enjoy Impossible Love Stories. Shit. Of all topics, it just had to be this. I stared at the page for a long time, before opening my laptop, creating a blank document and began typing **Key points** ♠ Definition of Forbidden love. ♠ Reference examples with literature books. *What is forbidden love?* I typed. The question stared back at me, different thoughts swirling through my head. *Forbidden love was a love forbidden…something that ought not to be…just like my thoughts about Caden—shit!* I deleted it. I tried again. *It's an explosive feeling that makes you yearn, crave something you can't have…* I deleted it, groaning in frustration.

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"Oppose... enemy... vampires?" Joan and Marcus were laughing, which I guess they were. My mind was momentarily spinning in a tangle of thoughts. "But.. You two are enemies, so why are you helping him?" "This..." Joan was about to speak again, but Marcus stopped her. "Alexis, you shouldn't know too much... really dangerous, it's late at night, you go home, I'll see you later." "Yeah, that's right, see you later." Joan grabbed Marcus, and they both jumped off the terrace. I was about to say goodbye, but looking down has been just a space with dim lights. It was like I was just hallucinating.

forgive him" with my fingers in the air. "Okay, slow down Allison. Take a deep breath." He brought his hand to my shoulder and sighed. "I know it's hard, but I want you to try. I'm sure he already feels bad for doing that. Sometimes, we take some actions which may seem wrong because of love. We don't do it because it's the right thing or it should be done that way but we do it because our loved ones are involved. So please forgive Alpha Theo. His actions might have been wrong but they were out of love." I sighed and took a sip of the fruit juice.

He added, and I could feel the bitterness in his voice, and I know it was his way of telling me that he would never follow his father's footsteps. "Of course, I know, besides if ever you forget your promise, I will never allow you to dictate our son's love life. We had been there, and we both know the feeling of forbidden love." I replied, and he pulled me closer to him; my head was on his shoulder.

"Not everyone made that choice." Her voice grew quieter, the warmth leaving it. "Some allowed grief to harden into bitterness." "They abandoned honor." "They embraced violence." "They stole from those too weak to resist." "They murdered without remorse." "They spread fear wherever they wandered." The crackling fire seemed louder in the brief silence that followed. "They no longer wandered in search of hope..." "They wandered in search of victims." Anastasia felt herself unconsciously draw a little closer to her mother. Anana's eyes remained fixed on the dancing flames.

All to have the forbidden rule, to accomplish his true wish, desire, and to understand what does the word he deems it now, yet HE dearly plays to be the most important one. “Love.” He whispers, but disgustingly so. Taking the word and the meaning he does not agree nor hold is as an emotion, but rather a taboo and the greatest fault that ever existed created and named. He stops as he stands now in the middle of the seven tall mirrors as it surrounded him and presenting him the prominent twelve, the Maiden and the Prince by which is the very shard and equivalent life and mana of the created originally in the seventh.