A Streetcar Named Desire Novels & Stories

The rain wet their shipped bodies, turning their moment more blissful. Now this was what they both had always needed. To be with each other to feel each other for the rest of their lives. To make each other their darkest yet the most beautiful desire of their lives. "I love you so much," she whispered against his lips. He smiled before pressing his lips against her and uttering those words to her. "I love you, my desire……" And that's how the sinner got his desire…..

Thirty minutes later, I slung my bag across my shoulder and straightened the best dress I had in my wardrobe, technically the dress isn’t mine because it belonged to my late mom but you get it… No breakfast for me either because…I ain't got the time to spare. That was a lie. I am dead-ass poor. Waving down a taxi after I exited my sleazy apartment building, crawling with mother-fuckers and all sorts of criminals, I rummaged through my purse for the last twenty bucks I eyed last night. I found it. “Thank you! You can keep the change.” I winked at the sweet cab driver as he peeled to a stop in front of a rundown office building. Nervously, I bit my lips as I checked the address mailed to me fo

Carnation beg. "No, you don't want me, that's the drug talking; come on, Carnation, stop this." The young man restrains her repeatedly, but her sexual desire is strong. She lowered the seat from its stomach to its most vulnerable part. They both groaned as a result of what she did. "S-stop"

XAVER'S LIPS DEPOSITED a soft kiss on the back of the slender hand laced with his as the four wheels of his black Ferrari glided down the long narrow driveway leading to 1813 Hill View. And though Sreya graced the cyan eyes that fleetingly glanced at her with a small smile, anxiety trussed her Intestines in firm knots and invoked globs of sweat that now peppered the gentle arch of her eyebrows and her cupid's bow.

Was it her he was wanting or her soul? The thought of him wanting her in that manner made parts of her tighten, and she knew she wanted him in so many other ways. The limo stopped, and the door opened a few moments later. Looking out at the sky with a smile, she was amazed by the twinkle of lights. Chicago at night still amazed her; it was like no other city she had ever been to. They stepped out of the limo and her jaw dropped. They stood outside of Café Matou. This was way out of her price range;, she couldn’t think of a way to say she couldn’t afford this. She guessed he didn’t want her to pay for anything tonight. As they walked into the restaurant, she was stunned by the grandeur and di

That's when it hit me. I forgot the coffee. Thank God there's a little coffee shop nearby, but it's not Starbucks. He wouldn't notice. Hopefully not. I walked out of the taxi, tipped the driver, and walked into the little coffee shop called. 'Colombia' I've heard of it before. I re-read the email to see his order. It was just plain black coffee. No sugar. I paid and walked back out. Entering the building that will soon change my life. Written in bold. 'Hudson Enterprise.'

“Where are you?” “I’m in the car already. I’m on my way.” She replied and the call ended. “I wonder what this is about.” She muttered. After a few minutes, the chauffeur pulled over in front of a building, it was a company. It had a name Blakeley found it difficult to pronounce. “Where is this place?” She asked the chauffeur. “Sir Alex’s company ma’am.” He replied. “Oh.” Blakeley muttered and slowly walked out of the car.

It proves that Germany indeed have better facilities and equipments available to cure Flora's disease. The sun has dipped down below the horizon, the slight darkness taking over the sky that was once lightened with the brightness of sun, the half moon is visible but there are no traces of any stars. The cab I booked stopped right in front of me, the driver giving me a slight nod which I did not bother to respond to as I got inside the cab and ordered the driver to take me back to the penthouse. The place I have started to call home. The place which has started to feel like home.

It was an outrageous display of disrespect towards her employer. But at that moment, she simply did not care. Sebastian kept going on about money and power as though every person in the world could be bought with those things. “Just because something is important doesn’t mean it can buy someone’s heart,” Desiree muttered as she pressed the lift button. The doors opened, and she stepped inside. As the lift descended, she stared at her reflection in the mirrored wall. “He doesn’t realise that my homegirl only needs a man who’ll treat her with a bit of extra care...”

Author’s Note to the Reader Dear Reader, What you are about to step into is not just a love story. It’s a tangled web of passion, betrayal, secrets, and the quiet ache of discovering the truth behind the people we think we know. Jacqueline’s journey is one many of us know too well, the journey of holding on when we should let go, of chasing stability while craving fire, of mistaking comfort for love. Her story unfolds in layers: through the haunting grip of her dreams, the unraveling of a once-promising engagement, and the magnetic pull of a man who exists both in her subconscious and in the shadows of her waking life.