Something That Is Forbidden の小説・ストーリー

"It is an oath of secrecy taken, swearing not to divulge the activities of the mafia to law enforcement agencies. You won't be allowed to have unmonitored phone calls, e-mails or texts as every thing will now be monitored by the mafia. You also can't go on unsupervised trips or vacations. All your movements will be monitored and track. You shouldn't be seen with the police either.. You will have to be branded as belonging to the Mafia. And the punishment if you don't sign or break any of the rules is...death" My jaws dropped and my heart sank. What the hell?

I tried to smile but it was forced. The others were staring at me. “That was the goddess.” Alpha Chris was pale. I nodded. “Yes.” “Could that have been magic?” Alpha Tim looked at the others, but they all shrugged. I blew out a breath. “Magic can do a lot.” I smiled. “I can change my appearance. I can change how I sound. But there is one thing forbidden.” My father nodded. “It’s forbidden to imitate a celestial.” I nodded. “If any pretend to be a goddess in any way, they will lose their blessings. Magic, shifting, or whatever else was gifted. Rank, power, aura. All stripped instantly.”

he revealed his little secret, more detailed, then corrected it slowly, "The only one girl...that I can touch in my life." His words hung in the air between them, heavy and complicated. Izzy didn’t know what to say or what to think. Did she hear him correctly??? He cannot touch any girl!! Except her?? So was that all true!! He can't touch a woman! Except for her!! How is that even possible? And why?? She repeated it in her mind recalling everything that had happened earlier in the past.

“Why can’t you? I want you. You want me too, so make me understand why you insist on fighting something that is clearly meant to be.” “Because it’s a taboo. And I will get killed for it.” His words came out flat, and he exhaled sharply. “Your brothers, the whole council, hell, the entire pack would have my head if they found out I dared to touch a princess. It’s a taboo, completely against the law. A crime punishable by death.” I stared at him. “What?”

The pack historians claimed it started when one of my ancestors broke a sacred promise to the Moon Goddess, but the exact details had been lost to time. I stood and walked to the window, staring out at the dark forest that surrounded our territory. "You think producing an heir will solve this problem? The curse doesn't stop with my mate. It will take them too." Marcus sighed heavily. "We can't know that for certain. There might be a way to break the pattern..." "There is no way!" I snapped, spinning to face them. "This curse is absolute. It doesn't matter how many alliances I form or how much territory we control. Any woman who tries to carry my child will die."

As Sebastian rose to his feet to leave, he was stopped by Anton’s unexpected question. “Why Janet, and not someone else?” “Because I love her.” “It seems more like obsession to me,” Anton lifted an eyebrow. A chuckle escaped Sebastian as he looked down. “When a man is unrestrained, he transforms into a creature that transgresses the very line of humanity, becoming a true monster. Janet restrains me. I want her to restrain me. She brings me stability and keeps me grounded, but also creates a constant fear of losing her if I make any mistakes.”

His eyes dark and knowing. “You came,” he said. Mia stepped forward. “I was told you offer… confession.” “I offer correction.” Her breath caught. “I’ve sinned,” she whispered. “Tell me.” “I touch myself when I shouldn’t. I think about things I’m not supposed to. I want to be controlled.” He stepped around the altar, slowly, like a lion circling. “Do you want to be punished for it?” “Yes, Preacher.” “Do you want to be forgiven?”

“Not for pleasure or your own desires. This is for protection. The Bennetts are extremely powerful. They rule the witch quarter of Raven court, our city, our home. Be sensible, boy.” Boy. His father's favourite thing to call him. Lucien hated it. “I cannot marry a witch, father. I cannot be forced into such marriage simply for politics,” Lucien's voice sharpened with anger. He knew his father would go to any length for what he wanted most: Power. “Think!” Alaric said, so loud and firm that his voice could be heard across the room.

She was still thinking when Rowan nudged her arm lightly. Suddenly, Mr. Wallace’s sharp eyes landed on her. “Yes, Jordan,” he said calmly. “Tell us—why do you think Forbidden Arts are kept from werewolves?” Philipa froze. Slowly, she stood up. “Because they are dangerous,” she said after a moment, “and of no real use to us.” The class murmured in agreement. Mr. Wallace chuckled softly.“Sit.” She sat down, confused. “Forbidden Arts were not banned because they were useless,” he began. “They were banned because they were abused.” He walked to the board and wrote a single word in bold letters: DARKNESS

“Sure, it’s not what I think. It’s what I’m seeing!” “Where did you learn to speak like that?” He fumbled with the duvet trying desperately to cover his body. “How the hell is that the point? Is that all you really have to say? You really want to lecture me in this situation?” I almost yelled at him. I couldn’t believe the man. I catch him cheating on my mom and he’s trying to lecture me. “Mind your language girl. I will not have you speak foul words in my house. Mind the tune too, I dm your father.” He tried to muster a stern face as he spoke knowing fully well he’s screwing up over and over again.