Zoe’s P.O.V.“Zoe, I need you.” He whispers, slipping his hands under my top. My entire body trembles, feeling his fingers on my bare skin after a month.I look down at him—his face buried in my belly—and I know this isn’t just about physical desire. He’s reaching out for something deeper, something only I can give him right now.I can’t stop him.How can I push him away when he needs me so badly? I know I set boundaries between us, but every fibre of my being wants to soothe his pain.When I need him, he’s always there for me, so how can I push him away when he needs me?He lifts my top, baring my belly to the cool air, and I gasp softly as his lips press against my skin. I close my eyes as he brushes his lips against my skin, sending shivers down my spine.His touch! Oh God, I’ve yearned for it. My entire body burns with his mere kiss.Caressing my belly with his lips, his hands travel up to my chest, heating my body.I wait for him to squeeze my breasts, but instead, he pulls away,
Sky’s P.O.V.Zoe and I lie in each other’s arms, naked, a white sheet covering our bodies partially, our legs entangled. After a month of agonising separation, lying like this with her feels like finally coming home after wandering through a torturous desert. The warmth of her body against mine, the rhythmic rise and fall of her chest as she breathes, the softness of her skin—all of it reminds me of what I’ve missed so desperately.When I arrived at Zoe’s apartment after meeting my father, I was deeply distressed. I was feeling terrible because I couldn’t punish my father for torturing Zoe. But now, I feel content being with my Trouble. At this moment, she is with me, so nothing else matters to me.I know that to make me feel better; she got ready to confront her deep-seated fear. I’m glad she made this decision because having Zoe as only a friend would be a close second to the pain of not having her in my life at all.“Thank you, Trouble,” I murmur, caressing her arms. “For making me
Zoe’s P.O.V.“Close the door.” My heart thumps with anticipation as Sky orders me to shut the classroom door.A few minutes ago, after the last class, when I stood up to leave, Sky grasped my hand and whispered, “You stay here. Now I’ll take your class in this classroom.”I obey his command and walk over to the door to lock it without a second thought.Before I can turn around, Sky presses my body against the door from behind, leaving me startled.“Your first lesson: How to forget all the worries and stay focused.” He whispers against my ear in a husky tone, causing my entire body to tremble. “So are you ready for your it, Miss Scott?” He questions, rubbing himself against my buttocks, warming my body.“I want the answer, Trouble.” As his hand lands on my hips, I gasp. He repeats, squeezing them. “Are you ready?”“Yes, professor.” I wink at him, glancing over my shoulder. “I truly need the lesson of only focusing on us, Sky.”“I know… my love.” He nuzzles my neck, his hand slipping in
Sky’s P.O.V.A Few Years Later“Sky…” I wake up in the morning as Zoe shakes me. “What happened?” I ask, rubbing my eyes. “Zeke is missing.” She tells me, her voice filled with concerns. I completely wake up, listening to her words. “What? How can he disappear like this?”She shakes her head. “I don’t know. Let’s find him.” We both hurriedly climb down the bed to find Zeke, our six-month-old son who keeps getting in trouble like her Mommy. “Zeke…” Calling out for him, first, we check the bathroom, but it’s empty. Then we head to the walk-in closet. As we enter, we find Zeke sitting in one of Zoe’s open drawers. A triumphant grin stretches across his tiny face, a pink lace bra perched on his head like a crown, while the rest of her undergarments are scattered across the floor.God! He’s an unbelievably naughty kid. “Zeke!” Zoe exclaims, irritated. “What did you do?” He responds by giving us the naughtiest little smile, his eyes twinkling with mischief. I can’t stop myself—I bu
Zoe’s P.O.V. I’m sitting on the floor with Zeke as he happily plays in his room, surrounded by toys. His tiny hands grab at blocks and plush animals, his giggles filling the air. I lean back against the wall, utterly exhausted after chasing this little troublemaker all day. But I admire him with a smile on my face because, no matter how tired I am, his laughter and adorable face are enough to take away all my exhaustion. All of sudden, I hear the sound of the front door opening and my smile widens. “Sky is home!” As I exclaim, Zeke squeals in excitement as if he understands, causing me to laugh. After caressing his hair, I get to my feet and rush toward the door. But in my haste, my foot catches on one of Zeke’s building blocks, sending a sharp pain shooting through my foot. Again trouble! What the hell is wrong with me? “Ouch!” I cry out, stumbling and grabbing the edge of the table for balance. Sky appears in the doorway in an instant, his eyes wide with worry. “Zoe…
I’m combining all the books of this series in one. So going to change the tittle from ‘Forbidden Flames: My Best Friend’ to ‘Forbidden Flames: Steamy Series’ of this book. Forbidden Flames: My Stepbrother Stella I was a broken soul, and I never thought that I would be healed by my stepbrother. Alex My stepsister, whom I thought would hate her, but she became the one and only person whom I desire deeply. *** "No. Flower, you're not ugly. If you could see yourself through my eyes, you'd understand how beautiful and desirable you are." I hold her face in my hands again, pulling her closer. "You're lying, Alex. You treated me horribly at first because you thought I was ugly too." She’s not ready to hear my words, lost in the pain caused by that asshole boyfriend of hers. I press my lips against hers again, wrapping my arms around her waist, pushing her against the car. Her hand rests on the car’s bumper. I’m going to kiss her until she understands I’m not lying, that she is beaut
Alex’s P.O.V.Fuck! My life is a totally fucked up.I’m on my way to pick up my stepmother and stepsister from the airport—two complete strangers who are about to invade my life. I didn’t want to go, but my father was busy with some meetings and forced me to do it.I hate this. I hate everything about this situation. Even though my parents’ marriage wasn’t great and I grew up watching them yell at each other, I still can’t accept the idea of someone else taking my mother’s place. How am I supposed to just welcome this woman and her daughter into my life? Just like that?Although I usually love driving, today I’m sitting in the passenger seat of the Range Rover, letting the driver handle it. I can’t even bear the thought of standing outside with a sign, waiting for two people I don’t even want to meet. And I didn’t bring my car because there’s no way I’m letting strangers sit in it.I don’t even know what they look like. My father showed me pictures once, but I didn’t care enough to r
Stella’s P.O.V.My stepbrother is so fucking rude!He spoiled my mood. I was so excited to explore New York City. It’s the first time I’ve stepped out of my hometown, Ibiza, and I thought this would be an amazing start. But no, Alex—the guy with hazel eyes and brown hair—ruined everything with his attitude. All I did was ask him for a tour, trying to break the ice, and he snapped at me as I asked for his life savings.“What’s his problem? Is it because I’m his stepsister? Or is he just an asshole to everyone?” I murmur to myself, rolling my eyes.I’ve only known him for a few hours, and I already can’t stand him.Now, I just pray I never meet him again, but we’re going to live in the same house. It’s quite impossible to avoid him. God! Please save me from him.I was looking forward to exploring this city, but now all I can think about is how I’m stuck living under the same roof with him. I mean, it’s not like I wanted this either and I didn’t choose for our parents to get married. Thi
Alex’s P.O.V.“I love you more, Alex.”These words are like a lifeline, pulling me out of the storm I’ve been drowning in. I can hardly believe my ears. For so long, I’ve waited to hear those words from her lips.Suddenly, all my pain disappears, and the only thing I feel is immense satisfaction. Stella’s confession means so much to me. It means she is finally ready to give me her heart completely. She trusts me. She is giving love a second chance.I stop walking, frozen in the moment. All the darkness, the guilt, the fear—it’s still there, but her words make it bearable.I glance down at her in my arms. Did she really say it? Or is my mind playing tricks on me?Carefully, I lower her to the soft sand near the water, the waves lapping gently at the shore, their sound as peaceful as always.I cup her face in my hands, brushing her cheeks with my thumbs. “Say it again, Please, Stella. Say it again.” I request, fixing my eyes on her.Her eyes are filled with immense affection, and she sm
Stella’s P.O.V.“Please don’t regret for a second for killing that monster, Stella. You’ve freed your mother from the unbearable pain. You have no clue how relieved I am. Thank you.” My mom expresses her gratitude when I lie her down on the bed at night in one room of Alex’s beach house.After my mother was discharged, nobody wanted to return to the place where we used to live with that monster. My mom has so many painful memories tied to that house, and I killed the monster there. Alex didn’t want any of us to be anywhere near a place haunted by his memories. So he made the decision to bring us here instead.I tuck the blanket around Mom. I’m glad I gave her peace, but what about the weight I carry now? The monster is gone, but the trauma of killing someone is unbearable. And I can’t share it with anybody. Alex and Mom, both are dealing with their pain. How can I burden them with mine when they’re already struggling to heal?“Mom, you don’t need to thank me,” I respond, sitting on th
Alex’s P.O.V.The next morning, I’m still seated in the waiting room of the hospital. Stella and I spent the entire night here, though sleep was a stranger. The load of everything that’s happened is suffocating me. I’m still trying to digest that my father was a monster who caused suffering to Stella’s mother. It’s like a nightmare to me.“I can completely understand what you’re going through, Alex.” Sky breaks the silence. He sits beside me. Stella is with Zoe and Selena inside her mother’s room.I know he can feel my pain because, a few months ago, he also discovered the evil deeds of his father. Since then, he’s been working tirelessly day and night to become stronger than him so that he can put his father behind bars.I glance at him with sorrowful eyes. “How did you do it, Sky? I mean, how did you even begin to understand the fact that your own father was… like this? I don’t know how to move forward from here. You know I feel like I’m stuck, drowning in shame.”Sky leans forward,
Alex’s P.O.V.I feel so lost. Completely lost.When the doctor informed us about the condition of Stella’s mother, I felt like killing my father. How could he torture someone to this extent? Why couldn’t I ever see his true face?Before Stella’s mother, did he torture other women? Did he also hurt my mother?My chest tightens with immense pain as I sit outside Stella’s mother’s hospital room, lost in thought. How can I face Olivia, knowing that I carry the blood of the man who hurt her? How am I supposed to promise her I’ll keep Stella safe when my father inflicted so much pain on her? Will she ever be able to trust me?I stare at the floor, fists clenched, and try to steady my breathing. Thoughts revolve endlessly around my mind: Did I somehow miss the signs? Have I been blind to my father’s true nature all my life?The truth is, I don’t know who he is anymore. I don’t know who I am anymore. And worse, I don’t know how I’ll prove to Olivia that I’m not like my father—that I would rat
Stella’s P.O.V.I sit with Alex in the waiting room as the doctor treats our parents. Alex has been completely silent since I told him the truth about his father. That truth has shaken him deeply.On one hand, my heart aches for him, and on the other, for my mother, who has been suffering for who knows how long. Why did God make her endure the same pain she had in the past? Why didn’t she tell me?Alex’s hands are clenched tightly in his lap, and his jaw is tense, as though he’s fighting an internal battle. I can’t blame him. He would have never imagined his father would be a monster.This entire ordeal has taken so much out of both of us. But for Alex, I know it’s different. His world has been turned upside down in a way I can’t even begin to imagine.I glance at him, his face pale and his eyes distant, as if he’s locked away somewhere I can’t reach. The person sitting next to me looks so lost, like a stranger who endured a painful truth he never expected to face. This is a side of A
Alex’s P.O.V.As I sit in my car, waiting for Stella to return, my watch suddenly begins beeping.Damn it!Something is wrong with Stella.Without a second thought, I jump out of the car and rush inside, my mind spinning with worry. I keep praying in my mind that she’s alright.I head straight to her room, but she’s not there. I check everywhere—the bathroom, the balcony—but she’s nowhere in sight. The constant beeping from my watch only makes my heartbeat race with anxiety.What happened to her? She looked so happy when she walked into the house. How could things go wrong in just a few minutes?“Stella…” Desperately, I call her name as I step out of her room, but there’s no response.When I reach the door of her mother’s room, I stop, noticing Stella’s bag lying on the floor just outside.I wonder what her bag is doing here.Then I push the door open and step inside. My eyes widen in shock as I take in the scene. Stella is sitting, hugging her mother tightly, and both of them are cry
Stella’s P.O.V. "Can we have the same sandwich we had last time, please?" I ask as he opens my door and I step out. “No.” He denies it, shutting the door close. I look at him in shock. “Why?” He lets out a laugh, tapping my nose. "I was just kidding, Stella. Of course, we can have that sandwich. Today, whatever you want, we'll do. It's your day, my love." “Who could’ve thought that the Mr Grumpy would get so sweet one day.” I pull his cheeks, causing him to chuckle. “Now I’m yours Mr NMG.” He leans in and pecks on my cheek, making me grin. Then we head inside and eat sandwiches from the stall. My birthday is already going so amazingly. First, I woke up to my room decorated with so many gifts—it felt like a dream. And now, these delicious sandwiches! Wow! As we finish our sandwiches, Alex takes my hand and guides me towards the ice rink. When we enter, I notice something unusual—the entire rink is completely empty. My face falls as I glance around, thinking that the rink m
Alex’s P.O.V.“Anyway, what were you doing in the mall?” I question, glancing at Stella, who is sitting in the passenger seat beside me as I drive us back home.“Actually, I’ve also planned something for my birthday.”My eyes widen in surprise at her words. “What? Why didn’t you tell me?”“Because it was a surprise for you, Alex.” She pouts at me.I shake my head in disbelief. “You’re planning something for me on your birthday? Unbelievable.”“You deserve it.” She locks her eyes filled with profound love on me. “You’ve done so much for me, Alex. I want this birthday to be about us.”I glance over, feeling like I’m falling for her all over again. “You know, you’re amazing.”She reaches over and squeezes my hand. “Then just wait. Tomorrow will be unforgettable—for both of us. And you won’t stop praising me.”“I’m quite excited now. But what about the surprise I’ve planned for you?” I raise my brows at her.“Your surprise?” She taps her finger on her chin thoughtfully, which brings a smi
Alex’s P.O.V.I end the call and grip my phone tightly. All I wanted was to surprise Stella for her birthday. But now, I’ve hurt her when I meant to make her feel special.I hurry toward the parking lot, my heart pounding with worry.Shit! I shouldn’t have lied to her. The betrayal of her ex-boyfriend has left deep scars on her which take time to heal. She is trying so hard to move on and give a second chance to love. And now, because of my lie, she’s reliving that pain.I’m such an idiot.As I reach the parking lot, I spot her near her car. She’s standing there, her arms wrapped around herself, her eyes moist. She looks small and vulnerable. My heart aches at the sight.I just rush towards her and embrace her tightly into my arms. “I’m so fucking sorry, Flower. Trust me, I had no intention of hurting you.” I apologise, pulling her closer to me.“I trust you, Alex. In fact, I’m sorry for doubting you in the first place.”A smile flashes across my face at her words, and I pull her back