forbiddenlove

[Warning] This story contains mature themes including dark romance, obsession, power play, and elements of BDSM. Expect emotional manipulation, shame dynamics, and unconventional relationships. Reader discretion is advised. If there was one person Evangeline Hidalgo would kill,it would be Vincenzo Del Toro. But for the sake of her purity,she knew the only weapon she could possess should not have his blood on them--his tears would make a good substitute. *** Obsession is a damning fate and Vincenzo willingly walks towards it. From his expensive purchase of his bride to the sickening need to possess every breathing inch of her-Vincenzo finds himself in a one man cult.

When the Moon is said to be unreachable, people retreat. With the sole exception of Crown Prince Isaiah. Crown Prince's fixation on the Red Moon started when Red Moon helped people who were trying to assassinate Crown Prince escape. But at that moment, rather than thinking of capturing them. He tried to catch the Red Moon. But little did he know at that time that it was the Red Moon. Red Moon or Crimson Moon Waterfall, The high-end prostitute who was known for his unparalleled beauty and his forbidden dance form which was considered impossible to master. Was the last person in the world that Crown Prince should have chased... But, This butterfly has decided to chase the impossible... And the Impossible has chosen to run... **** I upload every week on Saturday ( Except the last week of every month. ) Extra tags: #Obsession #Slow Burn #TopMC #Hotpeople #psychological #weaktostrong #conplicated power dynamic (This is gonna be slight harem.) Disclaimer: The backstories of the characters is full of trauma, depression, gore, Violence etc. Don't expect me to go easy on characters. I already have #dark so... yeah. If you want a complicated power dynamic plus trauma. This story is for you! Discord Server link: https://discord.gg/6W5FBsRwc

​"Die with your majesty intact," he whispered before the blade pierced her heart. ​Evangeline Hart was the Tyrant Queen—feared by her people and betrayed by her King. In her final moments, her only ally was the man she never took seriously: Silver, the court Jester. ​Now, she is back. Two years before the fires. Two years before her execution. ​With the memories of her bloody end and a Joker hidden in her sleeve, Evangeline won't just survive—she will dismantle the deck and rewrite the rules of the game. This time, the Queen won't be a pawn in anyone's play.

"He was her past, present, and future. She was his beginning and end." - - - - Luna Harristone brought a blade to the Lycan King’s ball. For his heart. The pack’s wofless outcast. Rejected by her alpha’s mate. Ridiculed for 3years. She should have fled when King Draven claimed her as his bride before the entire pack. Instead, she walked into King Draven Iravnov’s welcome ball with silver hair, amber eyes, and a dagger strapped to her thigh. Because the Alpha of Alphas isn’t just the king who burns packs for sport. He’s the man from her nightmares. The one with red eyes who’s haunted her since she was five. The one she swears murdered her parents. King Draven Iravnov has been searching for 400 years. Not for a bride. For a ghost. Then Luna appears. And he smiles. “Finally.” He is not cruel. He is precise. “You have three breaths to become useful.” “I do not collect debts from strangers.” “You sold me false dawn. So I will give you real onesies until you understand the difference.” He doesn’t rage. He calculates. He doesn’t forgive. He educates. Men count sunrises until they break. Lords learn time is a currency only he spends. And Luna? He looks at her like he’s known her for centuries. Like he’s waited. “I wasn’t done with you,”he murmurs. “My sweet Adeline.” Problem is, Luna doesn’t know Adeline. She doesn’t remember him. She only knows the blade under her gown, the mate who rejected her, and the king who calls murder “administrative work.” Two girls fit the prophecy. Only one walks away. He chose last night. But he won’t say who. And Luna’s about to learn why her soul flinches when he says “Mine.” Will she remember why she loved him before she buries the blade? Or will she become another name in his ledger? *_**_**_* WARNING TRIGGER: MATURE CONTENT. NO RAPE! *#Slowburn #Morally Grey ML #Reincarnation #Prophecy #DarkRomance #Revenge #R18 #Angst Author’s POV: Regency balls, 400-year-old prophecies, and a king who treats torture like afternoon tea. If you like your MLs cold, your FLs with knives, and your romance measured in body counts, welcome to the court. _I promise you’ll check for blades under your own dress._ (;..^~^.;) *_**_**_* *Connect with me:* Discord: Mimidaniels_ Facebook: Author Mimidaniels Instagram: Writer Mimidaniels_ ---

Lucien's control was fraying. He watched Elian's shoulders shake, watched fat tears roll down those flushed cheeks as the younger man tried—and failed—to hold back broken sobs. The sight should have disgusted him. Instead, it ignited something feral in his chest. "Be quiet, Elian," Lucien warned, voice low and strained. Elian's head snapped up, eyes blazing through the tears. "No! I will not be quiet!" His voice cracked, raw and defiant. "I demand you let me go. Set me—ah!" Lucien moved before he could think. In one brutal motion, he slammed Elian against the nearest wall, the impact knocking the breath from both of them. Elian's back hit stone with a dull thud, his wrists pinned above his head by one of Lucien's large hands. "Be quiet," Lucien hissed again, forehead pressed against Elian's, their breaths mingling hot and desperate. Elian whimpered, twisting uselessly in his grip. "You monster… you—" Lucien's mouth crashed down on his. It wasn't gentle. It wasn't a kiss—it was a claim. Hard, punishing, devouring. Elian gasped into it, the sound swallowed instantly as Lucien pressed closer, body caging him completely against the cold wall. The taste of salt from Elian's tears mixed with something sweeter, something that made Lucien's blood roar. Elian struggled for half a second… then his lips parted on a broken moan. Lucien pulled back just enough to growl against his mouth, "I said be quiet." But Elian—trembling, furious, aching—only whispered back, voice wrecked: "Make me." **** Some truths are worth killing for. ​Elian Morel was a ghost—until his father's execution dragged him into the light. Now a servant to Duke Lucien Valemont, the realm's most ruthless noble, Elian has one goal: Revenge. ​The Duke is cold, untouchable, and betrothed to a princess. Elian should hate him. He does. But when their bare hands finally meet, the air shatters. ​Lucien is hiding a monstrous secret. And so is Elian. ​As a royal wedding looms and treason whispers through the court, a forbidden desire ignites between master and servant. The Duke needs Elian's soul; Elian wants the Duke's blood. ​But in a kingdom built on lies, the truth is only a touch away. And when Elian's eyes turn crimson, no one—not even the King—is safe.

2006. A girl in Japan takes on the role of a saviour, turning into a vigilante of the night and using her telepathy for the greater good. 1990. A dangerous man who can kill with a single touch is released from prison to protect the new heir to the throne of England. 2037. The son of the Don is looking to stop the mafia, with the help of a young detective and a man looking for revenge on his heels. 2190. The world is in ruins and the only one who can change that is the one whose ancestors destroyed it in the first place. 1964. A native woman in America who has lived her whole life in solitude finally emerges, but only to stop the ones who made her from making others. 2013. She who connects them all must first wait, but how long can she twiddle her thumbs before their worlds collide?

This is a war romantasy of forbidden bonds between wolves, vampires and witches. VOLUME I: HOWLS OF HIS LOVE War is coming. For a thousand years, witches, vampires, and werewolves have hated each other, each race waiting for the moment the fragile peace finally shatters. Malachai Saint Von Jhering, known to the world as Kai, the Alpha King of the Wolf Race, is hiding a truth that could destroy them all. He is not just a wolf. He is wolf, vampire, and witch. A tribreed born from bloodlines that were never meant to mix. If the supernatural world discovers what he truly is, every race will hunt him, and the war that follows will burn the world to ash. Chloe never expected to be bound to the most feared Alpha alive. But as ancient secrets begin to surface and alliances crumble, she finds herself caught in a conspiracy far bigger than any pack. Because Kai is not just the key to ending the war. He might be the reason it begins. And when the world turns against them, only one truth remains: "Let them hate us. It has always been me and you from the start." VOLUME II: THE LYCAN WAR The war has begun. Humans have created a virus capable of wiping out every werewolf alive, and they plan to use it. But they are not the only ones searching for the weapon. Witches want it. Vampires want it. And the Lycans will burn the world before they let it fall into the wrong hands. Now Kai and Chloe must race against time to destroy the virus before it becomes the spark that ignites the greatest war the supernatural world has ever seen. Because some secrets can end a war. Others can end the world. VOLUME III: To save the werewolf race, Kai now known as Malachai, attempts to unite werewolves, witches and vampires as the supreme leader to wage a war on the humans and force them into submission. Chloe is the key to this new world. The hope of a better future. All she has to do is stand by Malachai's side. It's easier said than done as she navigates a world that shouldn't be fueled by rage and revenge.

[Warning: MATURED CONTENT 18+] Celeste Vechi has spent ten years living for one thing—revenge. After the Cosa Nostra slaughtered her family before her eyes, she infiltrates the powerful Giordano Mafia family under a false identity, determined to destroy them from the inside. But revenge becomes dangerous when she finds herself drawn to the one man she should hate the most—her husband’s psychotic brother. Dangerous. Unhinged. Ruthless. The man she should fear the most is the one who sees through every lie she tells. And the more she tries to avoid him… the more dangerous their attraction becomes. Because in the mafia world, betrayal is paid for in blood. And falling for the wrong man might cost her everything. Excerpts; “We can’t be doing this,” I warn, my breathing coming off more shallow than I’d like. My nerves spike, high on adrenaline, my half-lidded eyes darting around the darkened hallway in alert. “I’m your brother’s wife.” The claws of guilt have never gripped this tight. His silence is ominous. I fear it. His huge frame casts shadows over me, sinful lips leaving goosebumps behind with every trail on my skin. “That can be solved with just one bullet,” he croons, an icy threat lacing his words. Terror seizes my chest; my stomach drops with a sickening plop. Fear grips me as it clicks—he’s not bluffing. He’s capable of doing worse.

His family was slaughtered. His dragons were poisoned. His throne, stolen. Prince Drexo Dragarian was meant to rule Astarous. Instead, he became its most wanted fugitive. But the one who should hate him the most, chose him for love. Maria Woodland. The sister of the man who destroyed his house. The deadliest sword in Snowland. She didn’t just betray her bloodline, she became his greatest weapon. Together, they rise without dragons, carving through kingdoms with steel, strategy, and a love that was never meant to exist. But in a world built on alliances and power, love is a liability. A broken engagement threatens their army. A king rises to crush them. And betrayal begins to grow from within. As war spreads across the nine kingdoms, Drexo must fight for more than a throne. Because the woman who made him unstoppable, might also be the reason he loses everything.

It started with a glance. It should have ended there. But it didn’t. A teacher. A student. A secret that could destroy everything.

What is more forbidden than getting entangled with your husband's prisoner? —- All is right in this paradise… until it isn’t. Ismena has two battles to fight. The first is to save her marriage from a dangerously growing rival claim. The second is to save her people from the werewolves by risking a life-threatening encounter with the imprisoned alpha. But nothing is ever easy and in her pursuit for both, she might just have to cross forbidden lines. —— —— Buckle up people! It’s about to be a bumpy ride. Please Note: Chapters 1–3 have already been edited due to major plot changes. The remaining chapters will also be revised gradually. Editing takes place every two days. Thank you for your patience and understanding.

“I’m your slave, and as such, this is my place. If you must have me, you will expressly make that clear.” A smirk works its way to the corner of my mouth. That haughty attitude. Even now, still has the same effect on me as it did in the past. “Very well then. I want to have you tonight. Wait. No, that’s not quite it. Tonight, I’m going to take what I should have taken years ago. Tonight,” I say, walking to where he knelt.  “Tonight, I’m going to fuck you and stuff you with my cock until your delirious with the taste and feel of my cum in your mouth. Now, get on the fucking bed, Edmund.” …………………….. There’s betrayal, and there’s passion. What most people don’t know, is that they somehow manage to make the best combination. In Milanti, there’s only one Alpha powerful enough to make an entire kingdom shiver in fear and that Alpha happens to be one with a soft heart but an obsessive soul. When he’s betrayed by the one person he didn’t think would betray him, he seeks revenge and goes the extra lengths to get it. So far that he maneuvers time and takes the memory of his own lover just so he can find the answers to his betrayal. However when things start to get interesting, he realizes that even in an alternate reality, he’s still the only person his body desires. What happens when things take a different turn and they’re back to square one? There’s only one way to find out…..

She had just let out a breath when an arm suddenly wrapped around her waist from behind. Her body stiffened. The words died in her throat the moment she turned around. Kang Ara stood far too close in front of her, her gaze calm, almost lazy, like none of this was unusual at all. And before Seorin could even react— A brief kiss landed on her cheek. Seorin immediately shoved Ara’s shoulder hard. “We’re at school.” Ara barely moved. “Someone might see us.” “In that case…” Ara loosened her hold for a moment, then walked over to the storage room door and turned the knob until a soft click echoed through the room. The space suddenly felt quieter. Ara glanced back at her, leaning against the door. “Now no one knows we’re in here.” Seorin’s chest tightened instantly. They live only a few steps apart. Yet everything between them feels impossibly far. Han Seorin—the brilliant, perfectionist vice president of the debate club—has always measured life through logic, achievement, and control. Kang Ara—the impulsive captain of the girls’ basketball team—moves through life with instinct, confidence, and emotion. Neighbors by circumstance. Rivals by nature. For years, they clash over everything: personality, family expectations, and the invisible tension inherited from two households that never quite get along. But when Seorin’s quiet crush begins to unravel, she slowly realizes the person standing beside her all along—the one constantly interfering, arguing, and somehow always showing up—may understand her better than anyone else ever has. What begins as irritation slowly transforms into dependence. Friendship turns into longing. Longing becomes love. And love becomes terrifying.

His wolf is dying. His instincts are fading. Every heartbeat drags him closer to collapse... because he hasn’t found his mate, hasn’t marked or mated. At thirty, a wolf like him doesn’t just weaken, he falls, and his pack teeters without his strength. Fenris is running out of time. Whispers follow him like shadows: a wolf without a mate by twenty-five is forsaken by the moon goddess. Tradition calls him broken. But one night, the city shifts. A pull hits him, fierce and inescapable. His mate... his fated mate ..is out there. But when he finds the one made for him, nothing is as expected. But does Fenris even have a choice?

Year 1540 Nicole is a lowly human from the mainland trying to make ends meet as she would often paint for middle and high-class people sometimes even Purebloods which was rare in her case. She receives little money which doesn’t financially support her living. Until one day she received an invitation from the Snow Kingdom to paint the great Lord Jasper Gervassius. She reaches the kingdom and Meets Lord Jasper in the hopes of making a big income she receives more than what she bargains for. ---------------------------------- Teaser: Jasper placed both of his hands on either side of Nicole's head trapping her with his body. He stared down at her looking at his sweet innocent lamb, he couldn't help but smile at her widely. Her doe-like eyes staring back at him only made him want to devour her "Why do you play these games with me darling you know I don't like it. I think you forgot who you're dealing with." He leaned down against her lips slightly flicking his tongue in her mouth making her crave for more."My Quahneah Woman" Nicole gasped in shock as she wondered how he knew her tribe's name. Before she could say another Jasper had cupped her cheek softly placing his lips on hers and kissing her softly as he slowly removed his hands against the wall. He was wrapping his arms around her waist bringing her body closer to his as there was no space between them. As they continued Nicole started to become breathless pulling herself back to breathe, she couldn't help but look up to see Jasper looking at her with a smile that was Duchenne. His purple orbs looked into her seeing the love and adorn affection he was showing her.  "Jasper I have a question to ask you" Jasper hummed waiting for her question" What are we going to do about the tirade ." Jasper's smile suddenly became sinister as he narrowed his eyes "Why don't you leave that to me, darling."

Vivia’s dream was to become the Maestro - the pinnacle of dance. But both her dream and life ended with a single arrow through her heart. She surrendered to death, only to awaken as Clairette Emberlain, the viciously murdered royal Princess of the Human Realm. As if that wasn't enough, she came face to face with the greatest archenemy of humans - a demon. Not just any demon but the Demon Crown Prince, Zerath Rudaheim himself. With Clairette's life still in danger, she was left with no choice but to seek refuge in the Demon Realm. But… Amidst centuries of hatred between humans and demons, Vivia and Zerath found themselves falling in love against all odds and enmities. A forbidden love where the only mercy they could hope for was death. Yet Zerath vowed - “I will make you my bride one day.” But unknown to them, something far more dire than their forbidden love lurked in the shadows that threatened the existence of their realms. A conspiracy that fed on this very ancient hatred to bring the world to its doom. With a love that could burn Vivia and Zerath into the depths of fiery hell, will they choose their future or will duty eventually triumph? Will their love be the salvation or a spark that would ignite another war between their worlds? Cover art: @vatarison.art

[Warning: Mature Content, R18+] [Detailed Smut] [Strictly for Adults Only] Soundtrack available on YT, IG, & FB SONG TITLE: Cursed - Shiroi Nami (Dear 6th Husband, I Am Cursed. Will You Die Too?) Sora Han is an unapologetic widow in her mid-thirties, with a name spoken in tales. She had learned to live beneath glares, behind whispers, and far from open doors. After her fifth husband died in a fire that devoured their building and ruined multiple tenants’ lives, she became the neighborhood’s favorite rumor: A black witch. A modern siren. A walking curse in human form. The cursed auntie next door… Men who linger too long by her side fall ill, lose their fortunes, or simply… die. Parents warn their kids to stay away. Customers won’t step into her café. Drowning in penalties, compensations, and renovation debts, Sora keeps her failing business alive by day and secretly does tarot and birth chart readings by night. Because when the world already thinks you’re cursed and wicked, why not prove them right? To make them all die of a heart attack! Fate is cruel like that. It laughs while it bleeds you dry. But the universe is not finished with her yet. When her path tangles once more with a man far too young to look at her the way he does, the cracks in her curse begin to show. Their meeting is no accident. It was a trap, and she fell for it. Yeongjae Young, a dangerously charming investor ten years younger than her, enters her life in the most unimaginable, funny way. He carries a past she cannot remember, a love he never buried deep enough, and a mission he cannot refuse, which could destroy them both. Torn between the woman he loves and the family that raised him to hunt truth and vengeance for his uncle's killer, Yeongjae knows one thing for sure: Sora is not just part of the mystery: She is the key. As fake dates turn real, walls fall, and lines blur. Anger turns into desire, and heat into hunger. Enemies inch closer to lovers, long-buried secrets begin to surface... the curse, the deaths, and the fire that started it all. When the truth finally comes out, Yeongjae must choose: protect the woman he loves… or betray her to fulfill his mission. And Sora must decide: trust the man who awakened the soul she locked away, or prove that love is the deadliest curse of all. ********* I might have teased him too far. Because now Yeongjae was above me, hovering, caging me in with his arms, looking at me like I was something he intended to devour completely. “Did you have fun playing with me?” he asked, the corner of his mouth lifting in a dangerous smirk. “I—I wasn’t playing with—” “Shut up.” Before I could react, his hand was on my jaw, holding me still as his mouth crashed into mine. His tongue swept inside, deep and claiming, stealing every ounce of control I thought I still had. “Mmm—” I tried to protest, but the sound dissolved into a helpless moan when his body pressed closer. I was already lost. Before I could even adjust, he added another, curling them just the right angle while his thumb began rubbing tight circles. “Oh my God… Yeongjae…” My back arched off the mattress, pleasure exploding through me so fast it made my head spin. “Who’s the virgin now?” he murmured, watching me with dark, focused eyes. “You might be the first, but I’m not innocent, Sora. I’m not clueless...” “Let’s do this every day… every night,” he murmured against my skin. “What?!” I laughed breathlessly, shocked by his boldness. “That’s too much.” “Okay…” he said without missing a beat, lifting his head with a crooked grin. “Just every night then.” I laughed again. “I haven’t even said I want to keep doing this with you after tonight.” The moment the words left my mouth, I knew I’d made a mistake. “Then I guess I have work to do,” he said quietly. “I’ll just have to convince you.” Before I could react, he shifted down the bed, his hands sliding along my thighs as he spread my legs apart. “Yeongjae, wait, I haven’t—fu…”

In a world where vampires coexist with humans, a young girl named Layla, haunted by a traumatic past, makes a desperate decision: she offers to serve the influential vampire, Vaughn, in exchange for the protection of her beloved aunt. But as their complicated relationship unfolds, Layla finds herself caught in a forbidden love triangle between two vampire brothers, Vaughn and Draven, who both vie for her heart.

A butler with a dark secret to hide. A prince who loves that secret more than the crown. A prince who loves the secret more than the crown. But when the Crown Prince and the King come to know about this forbidden relationship, will this love survive? In this game of intrigue, where every path leads to death, can a prince save his bride from the hatred of the world?

He was forbidden. My brother's best friend. Also the most dangerous man in the country. And I signed myself over to him. Leah Thorne had one rule: stay away from Dimitri Valentino. It shouldn't have been difficult. He was ruthless, feared, and devastatingly beautiful in the way that only truly dangerous things are. The kind of man who owned nightclubs, commanded armies, and made grown men weep with a single look. The kind of man her brother Mike trusted with his life. The kind of man she had absolutely no business wanting. But one shattered marriage, one bottle of whiskey, and one catastrophically bad decision later, Leah wakes up in Dimitri's bed with a signed contract on the nightstand and six months of her life no longer her own. Her body. His rules. No exceptions. The contract is iron-clad, the penalty clause suffocating — fifty million dollars she doesn't have. And Dimitri Valentino, the Wolf of the Italian underworld, has absolutely no intention of letting her go. He says he'll ruin her for other men. He's not lying. Because beneath the cold control and the thousand-dollar suits is a man who has wanted her for seven sinful years — who has memorized the curve of her smile, the sound of her laugh, and exactly how to take her apart piece by piece until the only word left in her vocabulary is his name. Eve came to him broken, looking to feel wanted. She never expected to feel owned. She never expected to love it. Six Months Contract With The Mafia God is a scorching dark romance about forbidden hunger, dangerous obsession, and the catastrophic moment a good girl stops running from the wolf who has always been hunting her. Some contracts change everything. Some men are worth the fine print.