
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 5
"Sky, listen to me." I step in front of Sky just as he's about to leave the canteen.
He snaps, "Why? Do you ever listen to me, Trouble?"
I know his anger is justified, but last night I just lost control.
"Sky, I started missing my mom last night and couldn't control myself from drinking." As I explain with a hint of pain in my voice, the anger instantly disappears from his eyes.
He places his hand on my face and speaks in a soft tone, "I'm not angry about that, Trouble. You should have gone home with Alex."
"I know, but it was too early to go home, Sky."
And I don't like to go there when there's no one waiting for me. My heart aches to see the empty apartment.
He already knows the reason, so I don't have to explain. His expression softens even more. "You should've called me."
"I didn't want to disturb you."
"You're important to me, Trouble. You can never disturb me."
I know I'm important to him, but I don't like to bother him with my problems all the time.
"But you have your own life, Sky. You deserve to have fun without always worrying about me." I feel a pang of guilt for always getting into trouble and disturbing him.
Sky shakes his head, his eyes never leaving mine. "Zoe, you're a part of my life. Worrying about you, being there for you-that's my choice, and it's one I'm happy to make."
I feel a lump in my throat as I listen to his words. He makes me feel so fortunate. I don't know what I did in my past life to deserve a friend like him. But he can't babysit me all the time.
"I just don't want to be a burden to you."
A frown appears on his face as he asks in a grim tone, "Do you seriously think you're a burden to me, Zoe?"
I nod in response, shifting my gaze to the floor.
He lifts my chin, forcing me to look into his eyes. "Listen to me carefully, Zoe. You're my best friend, not a burden. I care about you more than anything. So please, next time you feel like this, just give me a call. No matter what I'm doing, I'll be there for you."
"Of course, I know you'll always come for me-"
"Trouble, please. No more words, or else I won't take your photos next time."
I blink up at him, taken aback. Sky knows how much I love his photography. He's the only one who captures me in a way that makes me look beautiful.
"Fine," I mutter, trying to suppress a smile. "You win."
His stern expression softens into a smile. "Good. Now, let's eat something."
***
The next day, Sky takes me to my favorite cafe in New York. As soon as we enter, I make him take a thousand photos of me.
"Wtf! You never get satisfied with pictures, Zoe. Now it's enough." He sits back in his chair.
"One last one, please, Sky." I bat my eyelashes, trying to melt his heart. I know he must be regretting taking me to my favorite cafe now.
He complains, "You just take one picture of me, and I end up taking thousands of photos of you, Zoe."
"No problem. I'll take more of you." I snap his photos, laughing as he glares at me.
"Stop it, Zoe." He tries to take the phone from my hand, but I don't let him.
After taking a few more shots of him, I tease, displaying the photos, "Look, now I've taken plenty of photos of you. Now we're even."
"You're crazy." He shakes his head in disbelief, causing me to chuckle.
As we have dinner, Sky receives a call from his father.
"Okay, Dad." He hangs up and turns to me. "I have to go to a business meeting."
"Okay, but tell me one thing." I wipe my hands with a cloth napkin. "How do you handle everything-studies, business, basketball-and manage to be perfect at all of it?" I stare at him incredulously.
"How many times will you ask me this question, Zoe?" Sky chuckles softly, shaking his head. "I'm not perfect. I just try to do my best in everything I care about."
"But seriously, Sky. You manage everything so effortlessly. It's like you have a superpower or something."
He laughs at my words. "No superpowers. Just a lot of dedication and a wonderful support system."
"Yeah, like me," I tease with a grin. "Your personal cheerleader."
"Yeah!" he agrees with a smile.
***
Sky leaves after dropping me at my apartment, instructing me to stay out of trouble as always.
But is it really in my hands?
No.
As I come out of the bathroom after freshening up, I receive a call from Selena.
"Hello-"
She cuts me off, her voice frantic. "Zoe, a guy I hooked up with in the library is outside my house on his bike, circling around. I don't know why he's here. If my parents find out, they'll kill me. I can't let them down."
"Don't worry, Selena," I reassure her. "I'm coming, and I'll handle this."
"Zoe, it's risky. You can't come alone. You need help. Where's Sky?"
"Sky is busy with a meeting, but I promise I'll take care of this."
Selena hesitates but then reluctantly agrees. "Okay, just be careful."
I end the call, grab my keys, and rush out of my apartment.
"Be safe, Trouble."
As Sky's words echo in my mind, I pause at the doorstep.
I know it's dangerous, and Sky will kill me if he finds out about this. But he'll understand because I'm helping my friend, just like he helps me when I need it.
When I arrive at Selena's house, I see the guy on his bike, still circling the block.
After taking a deep breath, I approach him.
"Hey," I call out, trying to sound confident despite feeling a bit nervous.
He looks at me with surprise and a hint of annoyance. "What do you want?"
"I need you to leave Selena alone. She's not interested in you, and showing up here like this is not okay."
His expression darkens. "Who the hell are you to tell me that? She was all over me in the library."
"I don't care what happened in the library," I retort, my voice firm. "She doesn't want you here. So leave."
He scoffs, looking at me with disdain. "You think you can tell me what to do? Get lost, little girl."
"I'm not leaving until you do." I step closer to him, trying to block his view of Selena's house.
Before I can react, he shoves me roughly aside. I stumble and fall, hitting my leg against the nearby fence.
Fuck!
Pain shoots through me, but I grit my teeth.
"You shouldn't have done that," I warn, my voice tight with anger and pain.
He laughs mockingly. "Or what? You'll call the cops? Good luck with that."
I push myself up, ignoring the pain in my leg. "I'll do whatever it takes to protect my friend. Just leave, okay? Selena doesn't want anything to do with you."
He scoffs again. "Anyway, she isn't worth this trouble." With one last glare, he mounts his bike and speeds away.
Thank God! Finally, he left.
But my leg-it hurts.
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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."