A Heart Of Desire And Deceit Novels & Stories

“Because look at you. You’re already burning, Isabella. You can feel it, can’t you?” I swallowed hard. I did. The slow burn of desire, the heat in my thighs, the slick anticipation in my core, it was undeniable. And I wasn’t even touched yet. “You enjoy toying with people,” I said, trying to regain some control, even as my body betrayed me. “I’m not so easily swayed, devil’s son.” “Not easily swayed, hmmm” he repeated, almost mockingly, a dangerous note in his voice. “Good. I like a challenge. I like that fire. That’s what makes this interesting.”

They hide things, bury them under layers of charm, control, and silence. I leaned back slightly, my gaze distant as a quiet bitterness settled in. Some people are heartless. To want something so badly that you are willing to take it, even when it does not belong to you. Even when it costs someone else everything. Even when it means destroying lives without looking back. That is not just desire. That is something darker, something that does not care about consequences.

The rain continued to fall outside, relentless and indifferent. Inside, three hearts waited in painful silence—each one broken in its own way, each one hoping for a miracle that might never come.

She’s self centered like that. I notice that it takes mystery woman a moment before she says, “I can’t say that I’m sure. Can you tell?” I study the piece for a few moments again and say the first thing that comes out of my mouth “Longing. There’s a peacefulness that transcends the piece.”

I looked up and gasped as I stared up at Storm Delavega. Storm and I dated for four full years back in high school. He was my high school sweetheart. But at prom, he proposed to me and I panicked and leave him on his knees. I haven't contacted him ever since, but I do check his F******k sometimes, and he found someone else a girl named Trisha. "S-Storm... What are you doing here?" I asked him nervously.

With his beautiful smile as if it is an arisen flower and his innocent eyes that could steal anyone's despicable heart as he exploits his glamorous words yet there's a hidden inside his glorious words. And I never thought that I'll be encountering this kind of man. And a lot is going on inside his head. He is the man with an innocent smile yet a beast inside his heart but... You are wrong about him But then again, he is the man I want. The man that my heart beats for. The first time, I lay my eyes on him. The man that I want to be with even though there's a ragged experience between us.

I was looking for Pete but he was nowhere to be found, and it sank in my mind that maybe he regret being with me and my heart aches. I stand and make my way to the bathroom, I shower and I cry silently letting my tears be drown by the running water, I felt I was been deceit, betrayed, and abandoned. I clean myself and change some clothes and stare at the ceiling after I plop down to bed. My memories from last night was still from my mind and I cry again, thinking that Pete would never looked at me for who I am, he still thinking I am Mike the guy who betray him. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

She did not wish to be charmed by Declan’s face again. “Everything that I did is for Deirdre. Hence, I did it willingly if what you said is true. However, if you were to deceive me…” “I won’t. I might deceive anyone to achieve my goal, but I’ll never deceive you.” Declan’s eyes and eyebrows were smiling, and his beautiful eyes were slightly raised, making him appear affectionate. Perhaps it was precisely due to this reason that no one knew about this icy cold, reckless heart that he kept hidden.

It mattered to her what her friend thought about her. “Are just going to be quiet Grace?” “I don’t know what to say… I’ve never heard of such a situation… and I was kind of sure that Cane loves you as much as you love him. What did he really want?” “He doesn’t love me… he wants me to understand him and agree to play along but that would only make me his mistress” Clare’s face became sunken and tears bubbled up at the edges of her eyes. She looked like she had no more tears in her even though she wanted so badly to cry.

I wish I could banish from my mind, because even now I look back on it fondly, my mind failing to acknowledge the man I spent that night with is the same as the one who has now betrayed me. “You should be," I say smoothly. “I am sorry about lying about being in the rebellion. About staging Taven as your second mate," he adds. I almost laugh. There really is an extensive list of terrible things he has done that has essentially ruined my life. He has contributed to almost everything that has gone wrong recently, and now, all he is doing is highlighting it. “You are a terrible person.” He sighs, running a hand through his mussed hair, which he clearly hasn't had time to maintain recently. “Ever