Forbiddentouch Stories

"He was my first kiss. Now he's my favorite mistake." He was the boy who held my hand during hide and seek... Now he holds my waist like he owns it." We were childhood sweethearts. Now we can't stand each other. So why does it still feel like love when he's this close? She drinks to forget. He smiles to provoke. Years after their hearts shattered, fate throws them back into the same party, the same room... the same fire. 💔 We hated each other for what we couldn't forget. ❤️‍🔥 But our bodies remembered every single thing. Four buttons open. One wine glass spilled. Two broken hearts. And one party that changed everything... A slow-burn, enemies-to-lovers second chance romance full of spicy tension, sharp words, and soft moments they'll never admit they need. TWISTED FLAMES by A. S. Seran - where love burns brightest after it breaks. 🔥 Longer Intro Teaser for Chapter 1: The last time I saw him, he broke my heart. This time, he's breaking rules... and maybe the zipper on my dress. Kai Malhotra . The boy I used to chase around the frontyard. Now he's six feet of attitude, abs, and the kind of smirk that should come with a warning label. Me? I'm tipsy, tired of pretending, and in his arms again. Our matching heart tattoos were supposed to mean love between us. But when we're in the same room... it's chaos. Love isn't sweet anymore. It's messy, angry, hot-and dangerously addictive.

Ana thought her life was perfect-picture-perfect, the kind every girl secretly wished for. A loving family. A stable job. Peace... safety... freedom. But perfection has a habit of cracking-especially when a demon is waiting in the shadows. Watching. Wanting. Claiming. Waiting for the moment he could take back what he believed was his... what he never stopped wanting. "Did you really think you could disappear?" His voice slithers through the dark, hungry, familiar. "You vanished. But my obsession? It didn't die. It grew-deeper, darker, hungrier." ANA (heart racing, stepping back): "You're insane. This isn't love-this is possession!" He smiles. Slow. Cold. Certain. "Call it whatever makes you sleep at night. But your soul? It's been sewn to mine long before your first breath." And suddenly the past-buried, burned, forgotten-begins to claw its way out. The truth is cruel. Unforgiving. Inevitable. She was never free. Just... living on borrowed time. Now she has a choice- Run from him. Fight him. Or fall into the arms of the very monster she's been hiding from. Because once Ana uncovers the truth- the lies, the blood, the twisted bond that burn him. Or love him. Or destroy them both. ⚠️ Smut Alert 📢 This story drips with obsession, dark romance, explicit scenes, sinful tension, and themes suited only for mature (18+) readers. If that's not your vibe, feel free to skip. If it is... welcome to the wicked side. 🔥💋