
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 6
Sky's P.O.V.
"What happened to your leg?" I ask Zoe as I take a seat beside her on the desk in the classroom and notice a deep red mark on her shin.
"I slipped in the bathroom," she replies casually, taking a book from her bag.
"When? Are you alright?" I freak out, concerned.
"I'm fine, Sky. Don't worry." She reassures me, glancing at me.
Before I can ask more questions, Selena enters the classroom and walks over to us. "Thanks for last night, Zoe." She glances at Zoe's leg. "I'm sorry you got injured because of me."
I stare at them, baffled. "What happened last night?"
As Selena tells me how Zoe confronted the guy for her, Zoe hides her face behind her hand.
That bastard. I'm not going to let him get away with hurting my best friend. He's going to face my wrath.
And what can I say about my dear Zoe? First, she puts herself in danger instead of asking for my help, and then she lies to me.
God! This girl. She's going to drive me crazy.
After getting the guy's details from Selena, I leave the classroom without saying a word to Zoe. She rushes after me. "Sky, stop. Listen to me."
I turn towards her, scowling. "Zoe, don't follow me."
She tries to explain, "I just wanted to help my friend, Sky. She needed me."
"You could've called me, Zoe. Why do you never understand?" I ask, irked.
"Please, stop lecturing me. I handled the situation so well last night," she retorts.
"Yeah! I can see how well you handled it," I taunt, glancing at her injured leg.
"My leg is fine, Sky. See..." She tries to jump, but hisses in pain.
I catch her before she falls. "You're unbelievable, Trouble." I shake my head.
"I know." She giggles.
No matter how much she annoys me, I can't stay mad at her for long.
***
It's been a week since Alex and I dealt with the guy who hurt Zoe. Nobody can lay a finger on the people who are important to me, especially Zoe. I just lose control when I see her in pain. I can't let anyone harm her.
After college, Zoe and I are sitting in the garden, sharing an AirPod each and listening to music, when Alex comes to call me for match practice.
"Alex, you're a buzzkill." Zoe chides him as we stand up, but Alex just rolls his eyes.
"Go home safely, Zoe, and don't forget to text me," I instruct her.
"Yes, boss." She salutes, and I shake my head.
***
As I head towards the basketball court with Alex, he shoots me a curious glance. "Hey, Sky, can I ask you something?"
I nod at him while walking. "Sure. Go ahead."
"Well, you and Zoe have been close for so many years, and yet nothing's ever happened between you two. Why is that?"
I pause at his question. It's not new; others have asked me the same thing over the years. I take a deep breath before responding.
"Alex, Zoe and I... our friendship is pure," I begin, glancing at him. "She's been my best friend. I've never looked at her that way. She's like family to me, you know?"
"Yeah, I know, but it's still shocking."
I chuckle at his words. "I know it's shocking, but I've never felt anything more for Zoe than deep friendship."
"No physical desire for her?" He raises his brows at me.
Physical desires for Zoe? Never. It feels like a sin.
I shake my head. "Nope. Just a strong bond, which is rare."
***
Zoe: I've prepared chocolate mousse for you. Are you coming?
I receive a text from Zoe as I'm on my way to my penthouse.
Chocolate mousse is my favourite, but I can't have any because I have an urgent meeting in an hour.
Me: So sorry, Trouble. I can't come. I have to attend a meeting.
Zoe: What? You told me you would come.
Me: I'll taste it tomorrow. It's important.
I know she's upset, but I plan to surprise her after the meeting by dropping by. Zoe loves surprises.
Zoe: Okay. All the best.
Me: Thank you.
***
After my meeting, I come to surprise Zoe at her apartment. I unlock the door with the key she gave me years ago. When I don't find her in the living room, I make the mistake of directly heading upstairs toward her room.
As I near her door, I hear faint sounds that make me stop in my tracks.
Moans. Soft, breathy moans.
They send an unexpected jolt through me.
Fuck!
My heart races, and I feel a flush of heat wash over me.
It's Zoe. My best friend. I should turn away and give her privacy, but something compels me to look.
Just run away, Sky. Just Go.
A voice inside my head keeps telling me to go, but I don't know why I can't stop myself. The door is ajar, so I make the mistake of peeking inside.
Fuck! Fuck!
There she is, lying on her bed, legs spread open, one hand clutching a vibrator between her thighs, the other gripping the mattress. Her face is flushed, her eyes closed, and her moans fill the room, each one sending a shiver down my spine.
I've never seen Zoe like this, never imagined her this way. But now, as I watch her, every part of my body wants her. My dick hardens painfully inside my tight pants, straining against the fabric.
Her moans become the most alluring sound I've ever heard. They're intoxicating, and I can't tear my eyes from her. Damn, she looks so hot while pleasuring herself. The way she is arching her back and biting her lip-it's driving me insane. I feel like rushing to her and replacing the vibrator with my dick.
Fuck! No. What am I doing and what am I thinking? I should leave. This is wrong. She's my best friend. She trusts me.
"Oh God! I shouldn't have peeked inside her room and seen her like this," I mutter to myself, backing away hastily.
I dash outside, guilt washing over me for seeing her like this. She's awakened an intense desire within me I can hardly control. I can't even describe how hard I am for her, and how difficult it was to stop myself from entering her room and knowing how tight she would feel around my dick.
Fuck! What is wrong with me? What am I thinking? She is my best friend.
What I witnessed today, will I ever be able to see Zoe the same way as before? This question runs through my mind as my driver opens the car door and I settle into the backseat.
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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."