
Forbidden Flames: My Best Friend (Book 1)
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
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Chapter 2
Zoe's P.O.V.
"Selena, can't you skip one class? It's Sky's basketball match today." I plead with my friend as we walk to the classroom together.
"Zoe, I can't," she denies, shaking her head. "My parents would kill me if I missed it."
Selena is my new but already close friend. I know she's a bit of a stickler for rules because of her parents, but I'm determined to drag her to the game with me. We've only been friends for six months, but our bond has grown quickly. We met at the beginning of our first year in college, and she has been by my side unwaveringly ever since.
I wave her concerns away, striding beside her. "Oh, come on! Half the class isn't going to be there, anyway. Plus, you know the professor loves the basketball team. He'll probably let us go!"
"Zoe, you know I can't just skip classes. My family is really strict about my attendance," she responds, glancing at me.
She halts as I give her my best puppy-dog eyes and pout, coming in front of her. "Please, Selena? Sky's game is super important. I promise we won't force you again. Just this once?"
She sighs. "Fine! But first, let's go to class and see how many students are there."
"Thank you." I give her a quick hug, grinning.
As expected, when we arrive at the class, it's nearly empty. The few students who are present are either disinterested or secretly hoping the professor will let them leave. When the professor walks in, he takes one look at the sparse attendance and shakes his head with a smile.
"If anyone wants to go to support the basketball team, I won't mark you absent. Just make sure you study the material later," he announces.
The room erupts in cheers as everyone scrambles to leave. Selena looks at me. "You really knew this would happen, didn't you?"
I wink at her. "Told you so!"
We rush to the basketball court and take our seats. The crowd is buzzing, and I can see Sky warming up with his team. Sky has been my best friend since our school days. I know I can always count on him. He's the only person who knows all my deepest secrets.
But sometimes, he's pretty annoying when he lectures me for getting into trouble. What's my fault if trouble likes me so much? He snaps at me like I derive pleasure from being in trouble. Huh!
Sky is tall and handsome, and every girl on campus dies for his attention. He has a defined jawline, and his blue eyes are always observant. His skin tone is fair, with a slight tan from spending time outdoors. He has well-groomed, dark brown hair that he often runs his fingers through, especially when he's deep in thought. His lips are full, and his physique is athletic, with broad shoulders and a lean, muscular build that speaks to his dedication to sports and physical fitness.
And what can I say about his talent? He isn't an ordinary guy. He's great at everything he does-sports, academics, and even running his family's million-dollar company. What's more, he's a gifted artist, bringing his canvas to life with magical brushstrokes. Sometimes I feel jealous of my best friend, as my only skill is getting into trouble.
Why, God, why this discrimination? What sins are you punishing me for? If only you had given me a single talent like Sky's, I would be so grateful.
His friend, Alex, the team captain, gives him a pat on the back. They look confident, ready to take on their rivals.
I wave at Sky enthusiastically as he catches sight of us, and he grins, giving me a thumbs-up.
"See, Selena? Isn't this better than sitting in a boring classroom?" I nudge her playfully.
"Of course, it's better. But you know I'm forced not to skip any class."
"Your parents are too much." I shake my head.
I seriously don't like Selena's parents. They're so controlling and strict. Selena is an adult; they should give her some space and freedom.
The game starts, and I shout Sky's name at the top of my lungs, cheering him with excitement. He scores a couple of quick points, making me feel happy.
"Go, Sky! You got this!" I shout, cupping my hands around my mouth to amplify my voice, and Selena laughs beside me.
Sky is on fire, scoring points effortlessly. The game is intense, with both teams fighting hard. But our team pulls ahead, and in the last moments, Sky makes a winning shot. People are jumping and shouting, celebrating the victory.
I jump to my feet, screaming Sky's name. "You did it! You won!" I shout, waving my arms.
Sky looks up at the stands and finds me in the crowd. He gives me a triumphant grin and pumps his fist into the air. I can see the pride and joy in his eyes.
Selena sneaked away to the library in the middle of the game, not to study, but to meet a senior secretly for a quick hook-up. She often engages in casual flings with strangers to cope with the stress of her family's expectations. She is certain that eventually she'll be forced into an arranged marriage, so she has one-night stands devoid of emotional attachment.
Sky comes over to me, still beaming from the victory.
"Congratulations, Sky." I hug him tightly, grinning. "I knew your team would win."
"Of course, I had to win." A smug smile spreads across his face, and he pulls up his imaginary collar. "You know I never lose."
"I know, I know," I say, nodding my head. "You're Mr. Perfect."
We both chuckle and talk for a while, then I remember that I have an important class today.
"I've got to get to class," I say reluctantly.
"Okay, but stay out of trouble."
"No, I won't. I'll put myself in trouble and then call you." I give him a teasing wink and leave while laughing.
***
I had planned to go out with Selena after our last class, but she had to leave for a party with her family.
So, I call Sky.
"Hey, my plans fell through. Selena had to leave for a party, so I'm free now. Want to chill?"
"I have plans to hit a club with Alex for a victory party this evening," he replies.
"Oh, can I come along?" I ask eagerly.
"Of course! I'll pick you up at 7 from your house. Be ready on time. I don't want to see you running late in front of my eyes like last time. It's boring."
I frown at his words. "Don't taunt me. I was only late once."
That's a huge lie. I'm usually the one running late, while Sky is always punctual. We're complete opposites in every sense, and I often wonder how we became best friends.
He chuckles. "Yeah! Yeah! Only once."
"I'll be ready on time. Bye." I hang up, scowling.
***
In the evening, I fall asleep and wake up to find it's already a quarter to seven.
I have only fifteen minutes to get ready.
Fuck! Not again.
Sky is going to kill me for being late.
"Zoe, why did you doze off? You're an idiot," I chide myself, scrambling to get dressed.
As I'm hurriedly getting ready, I receive a call from Sky.
"Are you ready, Zoe?" he asks, and I can sense the teasing tone in his voice.
"Sky, give me just five minutes," I reply, trying to sound calm.
"I knew you'd be late and make me wait, which is why I told you 7. I'll be there at 8. Just be ready by then," he chuckles, knowing me all too well.
Fuck! How can he be so smart? But he lied to me.
"You're so bad, Sky," I retort.
"I'm smart, and you know that," he laughs.
There's no doubt he's smart, but I won't inflate his ego.
"No, no. You're a liar."
He finally stops laughing. "Now stop wasting your time arguing with me and get ready."
"Yeah, Mr. Liar. Bye." I hang up with a sigh.
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9.3
MATURE CONTENT!! FOR 18+ ONLY
" What the fuck did you call that reason again?" he asked coldly, making me wonder where his gentleness had gone!
" I... I'm five years older than you, Kelvin, and being in a relationship with you..."
" Bullshit!" he snapped and suddenly grabbed my neck roughly. My eyes widened. " What are you doing, Kelvin! I'm your teacher..."
" You didn't think about that when you let me kiss and finger your pussy huh? You even screamed my name like your lord" then he chuckled. "Look, you can't even free yourself from my grip." Then he effortlessly pulled me closer and leaned toward my ear. " I will make you beg for my love, Lisa. You will learn the hard way that the age gap you valued between us is just a number. You will have nowhere to go but my side, unless you travel off this planet, Lisa. I've already claimed you, leaving you with no choice... now get out," he said calmly, yet very dangerous.
I quickly grabbed my bag and escaped from the room!
How did I even get myself into this situation? I suddenly felt Kelvin was more dangerous than Timothy, my ex-husband!!
Not only am I older than Kelvin! I'm also his homeroom teacher, for goodness sake!! His parents intentionally avoided young teachers and trusted me with their son because I'm older! Now look who is dating him!!
.....
Ever since Lisa resigned from being his teacher, her life has turned upside down!

8.5
I was Landon Mercer's secret girlfriend and loyal assistant for four years. I thought my absolute devotion would eventually win his heart.
But he casually announced his engagement to a wealthy heiress, reminding me I was just a convenient nobody from an orphanage.
When I got trapped in a horrific car crash and begged him to call an ambulance, he just hung up on me, annoyed that my bleeding was ruining his romantic getaway.
He even blackmailed me with my orphanage's land lease, forcing me to attend his engagement party as a prop.
At the party, his elite family and friends brutally humiliated me.
They deliberately crushed my broken arm, poured red wine over my head, and kicked me into a freezing pond.
When Landon finally pulled me out, he didn't care that I was suffocating and turning blue.
"Are you out of your mind? You come out here and cause a scene during my engagement party?"
He threw a stack of cash at my shivering body, furious that I had embarrassed him in front of his wealthy guests.
Looking at the hundred-dollar bills floating in the muddy water, my four years of foolish love completely died.
To him, I wasn't even human; I was just a cheap toy he could abuse and pass around.
I didn't cry, and I didn't beg.
I dragged my soaked, battered body into a car and headed straight to the penthouse of his biggest billionaire rival.
It was time to burn Landon Mercer's world to the ground.

8.6
Synopsis:
Whitney James, an 18 year old college student, is in love with the charming and confident captain of the hockey team.
Jason has never taken relationships seriously. But when he meets Whitney, something about her innocence and quiet strength draws him in.
She never believed someone like him could notice her until one unexpected night at the pool party changed everything.She gave her virginity to no other person but her secret crush.
When her mother finds love again, Whitney is stunned to discover that the man her mom is marrying is none other than Jason's father.
Now, Whitney is torn between love and family. She must confront the impossible choice between following her heart or doing what's right.

9.5
Blaire's mother gave her a ruthless ultimatum: find a husband today, or never call her mother again.
Desperate to escape the suffocating control and disastrous blind dates, Blaire agreed to a fake marriage with a stranger she met through an old woman.
She thought she was marrying a dirt-poor salesman drowning in mortgage debt.
They lived in a rundown Queens apartment and split the living expenses fifty-fifty.
He drove a sputtering Toyota Camry, established extreme territorial rules, and treated her like a gold-digging biohazard.
When she accidentally tripped and spilled hot soup on him, he didn't help her up, instead accusing her of using pathetic tricks to seduce him.
Her own mother even crashed their apartment, ruthlessly mocking his pathetic financial state and calling him a total loser.
Blaire endured his coldness and extreme germaphobia, genuinely pitying him for his stressful, low-paying job.
She refunded his money and defended his dignity, refusing to take advantage of a struggling man.
But she couldn't understand why this supposedly broke guy possessed such a lethal, commanding aura, or why an incredibly expensive cashmere blanket mysteriously appeared on her when she was freezing on the couch.
Until her brother called with a shocking warning.
"Blaire, the name on your marriage certificate belongs to the notoriously secretive billionaire CEO of New York's top financial syndicate!"
Blaire laughed out loud, completely unaware that behind the bedroom door, her "broke" husband was frantically ordering his PR team to bury his true identity.

7.2
Leila never believed in fairy tales - especially not the kind sealed with signatures instead of kisses.
When a carefully structured contract binds her to billionaire Damian Black, it's supposed to be simple: public appearances, flawless smiles, and zero emotional attachment. A calculated arrangement designed to protect reputations and secure power.
But high society is watching.
Whispers follow her into every ballroom. Rumors trail behind every step she takes beside him. They call her an outsider. A contract wife. Temporary.
What they don't see is the silent tension unfolding beneath polished smiles.
Damian Black is controlled, strategic, unreadable - a man who doesn't allow weakness. Yet Leila begins to notice the subtle shifts. The possessive glances. The quiet approval in his voice. The rare moments when his composure falters... just for her.
And Leila is far from fragile.
As jealousy simmers, rivals test boundaries, and past secrets threaten to surface, the line between pretense and reality begins to blur.
What happens when a marriage built on conditions starts to demand something real?
In a world where power is currency and vulnerability is dangerous, can a contract survive the slow burn of genuine emotion?
A billionaire romance filled with tension, rumors, emotional push-and-pull, and undeniable chemistry.

9.8
The fluorescent hum of the DMV was the soundtrack to my boring life, until I tried to replace my lost driver's license.
"Your marital status. It says you're divorced," the clerk said, shattering my five-year marriage to Jackson Parks with a single, flat sentence.
My husband, Jackson, the man who swore he loved me, had secretly divorced me three years ago. Not only that, he had remarried the very next day to Candida Camacho, the woman who had tried to murder me on my wedding day and left me infertile. And they had a two-year-old son, Joey.
I stumbled home, my world a blur, only to find Jackson and Candida in our living room, arguing. "I hate having to pretend for that pathetic woman!" Candida shrieked. Jackson, my husband, pleaded, "I love you. I've always loved you."
The man I sacrificed everything for, who swore to destroy her, was now playing house with my attempted murderer, and I was the fool living in his house, sleeping in his bed, believing his lies.
The pain in my abdomen, a phantom ache from five years ago, flared to life, mirroring the gaping wound in my soul. I would not be his victim anymore.
"Hamilton," I said into the phone, my voice clear and steady. "I need your help. I need you to help me die."