
Forbidden Flames: My Best Friend (Book 1)
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Sky: She was just my best friend until I caught her using the vibrator.
Zoe: He was just my best friend until I found out how his lips tasted.
He's my best friend, we share such a pure bond. How can I just ask him to make me cum? It feels so weird and embarrassing.
Note: There will be three books in this series, so try to connect with every character. Anyone could be the main character in the next book.
Book 2 My Stepbrother
Book 3 My Father's Friend
Forbidden Flames: My Best Friend (Book 1) Chapter 1
Sky's P.O.V.
It's late at night, and I'm in the middle of fucking a girl from behind. The girl's hands are tied to the bedposts, and her moans fill the room as I give her deep and hard thrusts, squeezing her buttocks.
"Oh... God..." she begs, "Can I come, Sky, please..."
"Not yet..." I deny it, and the sound of my hand contacting her buttocks echoes in the room.
As I continue to fuck her, my damn phone rings constantly, annoying me.
Who the fuck is calling me at this time of night?
Frustrated, I reach over to cut the call, but then I see the name on the screen. Zoe.
The only person I can't ignore, no matter what I'm doing. She's been my best friend since school. Our connection was instant from the moment we met, and it only grew stronger as time went on. We know each other's deepest secrets and almost everything about each other.
But I don't know how she always gets into so much trouble, especially when I'm not around. That's why I call her 'Trouble.'
I'm damn sure she must be in some trouble again; that's why she's calling me at this hour.
Zoe! Zoe! When will you stop getting into trouble?
"Don't tell me you're in trouble again." With a groan, I pick up the call without stopping, pounding into the woman beneath me, all at my mercy. I derive pleasure from dominating girls in bed. Whether they're from college or the office, they're all willing to do anything to sleep with me.
"Sky, my car stopped working in the middle of the forest. Will-" she begins, but abruptly stops as she hears my groans and probably realises what's happening.
I knew she must be in trouble. I know her very well. But what is she doing in the forest?
"What the fuck are you doing there at midnight, Trouble?" I snap, finally pulling out of the girl, who whimpers, sexually frustrated.
Zoe explains, "Selena and I went to a party in the forest. She had to leave for an emergency, and now I'm stuck here. My car just stopped in the middle of nowhere."
Damn! I don't understand how she always ends up in these situations.
"Send me your location. I'm coming to get you." I control the urge to scold her and reassure her because I can sense she's scared by her voice.
But she'll have to bear my lecture when I get there.
"Stay inside your car and lock the doors," I instruct her before hanging up and untying the wrists of the naked girl.
"Get out. We're done here," I command, standing up. She stares at me with wide eyes, shocked and frustrated.
She opens her mouth to protest, but a single look from me shuts her up. She hurriedly gathers her clothes and leaves, slamming the door as I put on mine.
Zoe texts me her location, and I grab my keys and head out.
On my way to the car, I dial Zoe back. "I'm on my way. Just don't do anything stupid until I get there."
"Okay, but hurry, Sky. It's creepy out here," she says, her voice trembling slightly, making me worry for her as I settle into my car.
I can't stand the thought of her being in danger. The forest at night is no place for anyone, especially not for someone as reckless as her.
"Stay calm, Zoe. I'll be there soon. Just stay in your car." I assure her, starting my car and speeding toward the location she sent me.
She's always been a magnet for trouble, and I've always been the one to pull her out. It's exhausting, but she's worth it. She's the only one who knows the real me. I can't explain how much she means to me.
Finally, I spot her car on the side of the road, its lights blinking. I frown as I see her standing outside of her car. I instructed her to stay inside, but she never listens to me.
Typical Zoe.
"Get inside," I say in a stern tone, lowering the window after halting the car beside her.
"Thank you, Sky," she mumbles as she takes the seat beside me. For the first time, she puts on her seatbelt without me having to remind her.
I don't respond, still angry with her. Why does she always have to put herself in these situations? I start the car without glancing at her.
"Sky," she begins after a minute of silence, "you can't ignore me like this. It's not my fault. It's my car's fault."
I stay silent, gripping the steering wheel tighter. She can't keep putting herself in danger. Although I'll always protect her, what if something happens to her when I'm not around?
I glare at her and finally snap, breaking my silence. "For once, try to stay out of trouble."
She shoots back, "You're saying that as if I love getting into these situations."
I ask, glancing at her, "Why the hell did you go to a party in the forest?"
"Selena insisted. I thought it would be fun," she answers, tucking her brown curtain bangs behind her ear.
"Don't act innocent. I know you must have forced her," I chide her, focusing on the road.
"I didn't, Sky. Trust me." She looks at me, making an innocent face, and I shake my head. I know she's just putting on an act.
"Don't act like a stubborn kid and please start listening to me, Trouble."
"Sky, you're my best friend, so stop behaving like my father," she says, her tone teasing as she tries to hide a smile.
I just can't stay angry with her for more than a few minutes.
I stare at her with concern in my eyes. "Trouble, I care about you. You could've gotten yourself hurt, or worse."
"I'm sure you'd never let anything happen to me."
I smile at her unwavering confidence in me. "You're lucky I care about you so much," I mutter, shaking my head.
"Of course I am," she teases. "After all, you came running to save me in the middle of the night when you were doing your most pleasurable thing."
It was quite frustrating to leave like that, but nothing is more important to me than protecting Zoe.
"One day, you'll have to pay for all this, Trouble." I give her a fake glare.
Zoe laughs softly, "Sure, Sky. I'll bake you a cake or something."
A small smile tugs at the corners of my lips. "You better make it a damn good cake," I reply, my tone softer now.
She turns on the music, and we sing our favorite songs as we drive to her place. Her presence in my life is enough to lighten my mood.
As I pull up to her apartment building, she unbuckles her seatbelt and turns to me. "Thanks, Sky. Really."
I nod, my expression softening. "Just stay out of trouble, okay?"
She gives me a mock salute. "Yes, sir!"
Rolling my eyes, I watch her get out of the car and head into the building. Once she's inside, I let out a sigh of relief.
Finally, I dropped her safely at her place. However, I can't trust Zoe because she's capable of attracting trouble, even in the safest places.
I remember the time she got locked out on her balcony. It was the middle of winter, and she stepped out to grab something when the wind slammed the door shut. She was out there for an hour, freezing, before I came to rescue her.
Then there was the incident with the fire alarm. She'd decided to try cooking a fancy dinner, which ended with her setting off the smoke alarm and the entire building having to be evacuated. I had to come over, calm her down, and assure everyone that everything was fine.
And who could forget the time she lost her keys and thought it would be a good idea to climb in through the window? She got stuck halfway through, and I had to come over to help her out.
So, I sit in the car for a while, thinking if I should stay the night on her couch just to be sure she stays safe. But then I think better of it; she's an adult, after all, and I can't babysit her every moment of her life.
With a deep sigh, I drive back to my place, my mind filled with thoughts of Zoe. She's my best friend, my Trouble, and I wouldn't trade her for anything. But sometimes, I wish she'd be a little more careful.
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Forbidden Flames: My Best Friend (Book 1) of Contents
Chapter 1 Ch. 1Chapter 2 Ch. 2Chapter 3 Ch. 3Chapter 4 Ch. 4Chapter 5 Ch. 5Chapter 6 Ch. 6
Chapter 7 Ch. 7
Chapter 8 Ch. 8
Chapter 9 Ch. 9
Chapter 10 Ch. 10
Chapter 11 Ch. 11
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9.4
I thought the Burch family gave me a loving home when they took me out of the orphanage.
But when the global deep freeze apocalypse hit, my adoptive parents mercilessly kicked me out of the bunker to freeze to death.
As I lay dying in the snow, covered in horrific purple frostbite, my adoptive sister Kendal walked past me in a pristine designer jacket.
Around her neck was my only childhood possession—an antique gold necklace my adoptive mother had ripped off my neck to give to her.
Kendal gloated, bragging that my pendant held a magical space with infinite supplies and fresh food while the rest of the world starved.
I realized I had spent years emptying my life savings to fund their luxury cars and fake medical emergencies.
They had drained my bank accounts, stolen my bloodline's heirloom, and used my magical lifeline to live like royalty while leaving me to die.
I took my last ragged breath in that blinding blizzard, consumed by a toxic hatred.
Why was I so hopelessly weak? Why did I let them take everything from me?
Opening my eyes again, the painful frostbite scars were gone. My skin was warm.
I grabbed my phone. The screen lit up: November 12.
It was exactly three days before the world ended.
When my adoptive mother called, faking a tearful emergency to demand another thirty thousand dollars, I smiled coldly.
"Just tell me where to send the money, Mom."
This time, I'm taking my space back, and I'm going to drain them dry.

8.6
In my past life, the Cerberus strain leaked, turning the world into a blood-soaked hell of rotting flesh and mutated monsters.
I thought my boyfriend Declan and my best friend Hailee would have my back as we fled the quarantine zone.
Instead, when the surging crowd of the infected cornered us, they didn't hesitate.
They shoved me backward into the horde just to buy themselves three seconds to run.
As I fell into the mud, I saw them fleeing without a single backward glance.
"She's dead weight anyway!" Hailee screamed.
"Just keep running, she'll distract them!" Declan yelled back.
I was torn apart, feeling the agonizing tear of rotting teeth sinking into my neck and the hot spray of my own blood.
Before the apocalypse, my greedy uncle had locked away my ten-million-dollar trust fund, leaving me with nothing but a fake boyfriend who only wanted me for my money.
Until my last breath, I couldn't understand how the people I loved most could trade my life for a head start.
Why did I blindly trust them? Why didn't I see through their perfectly choreographed lies?
Opening my eyes again, the stench of decaying flesh vanished, replaced by the sterile smell of my college dorm room.
Hailee and Declan were standing over my bed, faking tears of concern over my meningitis fever.
I was back exactly seven days before the world ended, and my spatial vault ability had come back with me.
This time, I'm extorting my uncle for every cent, hoarding the city's supplies, and leaving them all to rot.

9.7
Darcie Miller survives elite St. Jude's Academy on sarcasm and invisibility, steering clear of golden quarterback Charles Sterling-her most ruthless tormentor. But when her father's bankruptcy hands everything to the Sterling family, Darcie faces a humiliating ultimatum: move into Charles's mansion as his live-in "academic handler" to keep him eligible for graduation.
Now the girl who despises him holds his future in her hands, and the boy who shattered her reputation might be the only one who truly sees her. In a world of cold marble and buried secrets, hate is about to catch fire-and obsession could burn them both.

8.6
"What do you think people would say if they found out you don't have a dick?" Christian asked, his voice low and dripping with seduction. His hand pressed firmly against my crotch, fingers exploring the flat, unfamiliar emptiness there. A devilish smirk curved his lips. "Or if they discovered these voluptuous breasts you've been hiding so well?"
A strangled moan slipped from my throat as his hand slid under my shirt, his fingers brushing over my hardened nipples, teasing them with slow, deliberate strokes.
"Which do you think they'd call you?" he murmured, eyes gleaming. "A boy with tits... or a dickless little fraud?"
I stared into his hungry blue eyes, words failing me.
"The term you're looking for is 'girl,'" came Xavier's smooth voice from the bathroom doorway. He stepped inside, closing the door behind him with a soft click, his gaze raking over me with open interest. "So tell me, little girl... what the hell is someone like you doing in an all-boys dorm?"
Christian's smirk widened. "She wants to be devoured by boys like us." His fingers gave my nipple one last firm pinch before he leaned in closer, breath hot against my ear. "And I'll be more than happy to give her a taste."

7.6
The heavy prison gates clanged shut, ending three years. I scanned the empty lot for Julian, my fiancé. Deserted.
Biting December wind my only welcome. Calls to Julian, father, mother: unanswered/disconnected.
Shivering, Julian's tracker showed an unfamiliar Long Island estate. A freezing cab left me penniless; I walked through the blizzard. Through a mansion window, I saw Julian, my stepsister Clara, a small boy—a perfect family. Julian, who hated children, doted on him, and Clara wore *my* engagement ring.
I overheard Julian's call: he, my father, conspired to frame me for Clara’s medical error, saving their company and future. My family hadn't just abandoned me; they plotted my destruction.
A delayed text from Julian popped up, lying about a "cross-border meeting," promising to pick me up tomorrow. Despair vanished, replaced by a cold, terrifying smile. Typing "Understood," I turned from their stolen life, walking into the blizzard, fueled by burning rage.

7.5
On the morning of our twenty-fifth wedding anniversary, I found a cream-colored document tucked inside my husband's suit pocket.
It was a twenty-million-dollar asset transfer for his former receptionist, Carmen. But what made my blood run cold was the contingent beneficiary: Leo, my newborn son who the hospital claimed was kidnapped twenty-three years ago.
When I confronted Devonte, he didn't even try to explain. He handed me a fake Cartier watch, canceled all my credit cards, and publicly called me delusional.
The next day, he moved Carmen into our mansion and emptied all our joint accounts into offshore trusts.
"If you don't sign these papers and walk away, I will have you committed," he threatened, his mother nodding in agreement.
They had orchestrated the kidnapping of my baby, hiding him with the mistress while I spent half my life sedated and screaming in grief. Now, to keep his secret, Devonte was going to lock me in a psychiatric ward and bury me in debt.
I didn't understand how the man I loved could be such a monster. Why did he steal my child? What else was hidden in that confidential adoption file?
Pushed to the absolute brink, I refused to be his victim.
When his goons came to my temporary apartment to drag me away, I turned to the rugged union electrician who had just fixed my lights.
"If you need a husband to keep you out of a psych ward, I'll marry you," he said, offering himself as my legal shield.
I took his hand. It was time to tear my husband's perfect life apart.











