Romans & histoires Something That Is Forbidden

" I try to object, but the words get stuck in my throat preventing me from pronouncing them. I don't have another excuse to say. I don't know what to say to convince him to leave me alone, to get someone else to give him and do what he wants. . . , to understand that I want. . . , that I don't want this, I mean. I don't even know what I want anymore. I'm so confused, because I know this is wrong, but I still want to repeat it. Why is this happening? I never did or wanted anything wrong, why now? They say the forbidden is what you enjoy the most, and I really enjoyed yesterday. They also say that for love there is no age, but this is not love, this is only desire. Isn't there an age to want s

Call it foolishness, but my mouth couldn’t stop talking and effortlessly irritating him. “I did not know some people are forbidden from mentioning names, Your Majesty. Especially if that someone came from Howling Pack. Mind as well tell me what the other things I am not allowed to say are? I don’t want you growling at me as if I am some kind of threat to you.” Even if I was. If I will never hesitate to kill you if I find out you did something to Sabrina. Fated mate, or not. “I would never be effective in doing my duty by then.”

Aaron tells her, now rubbing her feet “I can’t put it into a word that’s the thing. He kissed me and tried to make out, but that wasn’t a bad thing, because that’s what we do. I didn’t want it and when he realized he apologized. It’s just, while he tried, it didn’t feel like old times anymore, it just felt wrong. Now I feel bad for how I treated him and at the same time, I feel weird about how he touched me. I’m sorry it makes no sense, but that’s how I can explain it” Cassie narrates, sighing as she finishes

Author’s Note: This story does not contain incest. The relationship between the male lead and female lead may appear close due to the "uncle" title, but there is no blood relation between them. The use of "uncle" is symbolic, based on long-standing family friendship. This story focuses on emotional tension, slow-burn romance, and forbidden love—but not between blood relatives. so let's begin (Lara's pov) “Lara, listen to me,” my mom’s voice was gentle but firm as she stood by the door. “You need to promise me something.”

The bold red lipstick perfectly matched her manicured nails, "Do remember that the series of tests will only last two months, and as such, you are forbidden to leave the palace walls except when granted permission." Her heels clicked against the marble floor as she paced back and forth, "The following are restricted during your stay here; smoking, using drugs, fighting of any sort and more importantly," She stopped pacing and looked around the room before continuing, "Any sexual relationship with members of the opposite sex from the castle or the pack is strictly forbidden. The punishment for breaking this rule is death."

“Nothing else.” The spy hesitated. A prickle of warning crawled up Apollo’s spine. “Aethan.” The demon swallowed. “Nothing… forbidden, my king.” The word landed wrong. Forbidden implied the presence of temptation. Not a denial. A hedge.

Finally, he saw me. But Andrea sat at his side. Her hand rested near his. Her smile draped across her lips like poison. And in that moment, I knew. Whatever this bond was, whatever this love was, it was forbidden.

“Not a chance!” “It’s for the best, and you know it,” I retorted before blocking him out of my mind, focusing on the woman I craved but could not have. Truth be told, it was not even about ethics. Our laws allowed us to claim our mates, regardless of status, provided we were meant to be. No one would dare to ruin his life over a chosen mate, but a fated one? Oh hell and damnation, I knew she would be so worth it. Her spike, her wit, the way her eyes crinkled as she smiled… everything about her was starting to appeal to me in ways it shouldn’t.

A Dark Fantasy Romance Unholy Hunger ✦ Some loves are not forbidden by men. They are forbidden by gods. •••••• × •••••• × •••••• × •••••• × •••••• × •••••• × •••••• Before Time Learned to Count •••••• × •••••• × •••••• × •••••• × •••••• × •••••• × ••••••

I thought about how good he was to me, about that ring he never got to give me, and I felt nothing but regret. I finally understood that some temptations were poison. Once you touched them, they would destroy everything beautiful around you. And some mistakes, once made, could never truly be fixed.