Too Sinful for Love – A Forbidden Romance Read Online Marian Tee

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Contemporary, Erotic, Forbidden, Insta-Love Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 55626 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 278(@200wpm)___ 223(@250wpm)___ 185(@300wpm)
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"So..." His wife's voice was light. "What's our bedtime story for tonight again?"

"How Grandpa went to heaven," Tilda answered promptly.

"A good choice," his wife said softly. "Or rather...it's a good time as any to talk about it." Because it's been weeks, and you still haven't let yourself grieve.

Albeit unspoken, the message in her knowing gaze was all too easy to hear, but his expression remained bland. He had kept telling her it was nothing, that she was making a mountain out of a molehill, but she always did like to worry.

Well, only time would show which one of them was right.

But for now...

He glanced down at his daughter. "Shall I start?"

Tilda nodded eagerly. "Yes, please."

"Alright then." Deepening his voice in an effort to sound like Liam Neeson as Aslan, he said slowly, "Once upon a time, there was this horribly—-" Seeing that his wife was shooting daggers his way again, he readily changed track, finishing, "—-handsome man who didn't know what love was. And he would never have known it at all if not for this girl..."

Her

All You've Got To Do Is Fall In Love by Benji Hughes

24-year-old Diana Leventis was late.

Which she hated to be, hence the quietly frantic rush to her morning class, and her temporary indifference to the way puddle water turned her lower extremities into a soggy mess. The whole situation was as unattractive and uncomfortable as it sounded, with her leggings now a cold, wet layer of second skin, and her suedes visibly pleading for rescue from permanent ruin.

But still she trod on, her breath coming out in pants and puffs as she forced her limbs to work overtime.

I just can't be late on my first day, Saint M. I just can't.

A short distance down the road, the impressive Neo Gothic facade of the university's main building beckoned with not the slightest pretense of modesty. Lavender gables and lush red stone walls, snarling gargoyles perched atop its towers and its centerpiece, a massive, ornate rose window.

As legends had it, the melancholic outline of a nun may be glimpsed in nights where a blood-red moon would rise to the sky. She was said to be the specter of a woman who had died centuries ago, her family having forced her to make her vows as a bride of Christ rather than have her marry the peasant she had lost her heart to. A dutiful daughter, she had done her best to lead a quiet life, but upon learning that her beloved had lost his life in the war, she, too, had lost her will to live. The parchment pages falling from her fingers, she was said to have a serene smile on her face as she calmly climbed the railings.

And then she let herself fall, whispering her last words to the wind.

I cannot wait to see you, my love.

Try as she might, Diana couldn't keep her mind from visualizing Lady Ethel's final moments, and she winced involuntarily as her thoughts churned out its own twisted, ghastly version of the girl's death. What was supposed to be hauntingly heartbreaking turned into something creepy and ghastly.

That serene smile?

It was all blackened teeth now.

And those words—-

"WATCH OUT!"

A pair of hands seized her waist to yank her back, and Diana blinked dazedly, not quite understanding as a red-faced horticultural student (the apron he wore, with the monogrammed initials of his department, was a massive clue) dashed past her.

"So sorry!" But the boy's apology was half-hearted, the words flung over his shoulder as he nearly tripped on his own feet in his haste to run after...

A wagon full of daisies?

The irony wasn't lost on her, and she shook her head, thinking she could've been figuratively doing that if a stranger hadn't - OH!

She looked down, and there they were, a pair of hands still clutching her waist.

Long fingers, deeply tanned, and so much larger than hers.

In other words -

A man, she thought dumbly, and one whose grip spoke volumes. Power, such as what was imbued within the sharpened edge of a sword's blade, and authority that was as merciless as it was just.

"Are you alright?"

The words, spoken in a deep, cultured voice, jarred Diana out of her strangely fanciful musings, and she found herself blinking. "I'm...umm..."

Save me, Saint Matthew.

While most people relied on the intercessory powers of their guardian angels, Diana was the type to seek assistance from her guardian saint, whose feast day fell on the same day as her birthday.

"Oh, for fuck's sake." The impatient irritation in the stranger's voice made Diana shrink, the sound reminding her of the countless times her mother would snipe at her for being worthless. She was about to step back, intending to mumble her thanks before walking away, but the hands on her suddenly tightened, and she stiffened.

Another moment passed, and then she was being spun around, and her head lifted automatically when she realized she was about to see who her grumpy savior was.



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