All I've Never Wanted Novels & Stories

Once Jaxson was freed from the confinement of his jeans, with his eyes still on me, he says to me, “I have never wanted something as bad as I want you in my life.” “And nor have I.” I said back to him because it was the truth. I had never desired anyone the way that I desired him. I knew that I never could. The only thing that ever came close to the desire that I have for him was wanting a place to call home and with Jaxson I was getting that too.

I say breathlessly, "you're killing me here." She blinks at me innocently, "I hope I don't disappoint you tomorrow night," she bites her lower lip, " but I've never," she looks away from me and her body begins to shake. I put my arms around her and hold her tightly, She shakes her head, "I never wanted what happened to me, I never wanted them to touch me the way they did, I never wanted them to take what they took," she sucks in a long breath, "I never enjoyed it, it disgusted me to my soul."

I am a human, who don't have desire, I have desire you "I've never have the hope of being with you or have you, I was just 16. I was so young and naive but I felt something different for you. I've hidden this love carefully for long not to hurt you ... "I know you never love me as a woman but restraining myself becomes an habit all because I don't want to hurt your feelings, I've never dream of having any hope of being with you. I don't want to hurt you and am being hurt day by day

"Why do you want me? we never meet and I don't know you? I have never seen you and I am so sure, you have never seen me too?" Anna said whole thinking everything happened in her life, she was too sure that she didn't see her not even once, she didn't even hear his name, she is not into any of this and never heard of any of those his name, even though, it was all over the newspaper,

I need him, I need him like I’ve never needed anybody before in my life. His eyes hold mine, passion burning strongly within his that I know for certain that he wants this

If wishes were horses beggars would ride on. I could feel tears balancing on my eyelids and instead of wiping them away I blinked them down my cheeks.I thought after he left her things would be different but nothing has changed.He still doesn't acknowledge me on public and has to wear those stupid glasses and cap. He hasn't even looked for me not even for a second since Ivy walked in.I need to shake it off a little before my mind explodes because of thinking too much about him. I took my phone out of my purse and scrolled through my music playlist.Perfect.The heart wants what it wants by Selena Gomez. You got me sippin' on something

Sorry for the typo Enjoy reading All I Ever Need - Austin Mahone 🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯 In front of me, human—. Human, who I want to see and don't want to see. Staring at each other for more than 30 seconds. 4 years, four fucking years!

I didn't want to be apart from him, so I turned her down without a second thought. I never imagined that in less than three years of marriage, the happiness would vanish like a mirage. "Fine then, Maxwell. I'm done with you." … Maxwell never came home that night. After sitting in silence until dawn, I headed over to the visa center to start my application. It would take five days to process. I thought about the weather in Beryllia and decided to head to a nearby mall to pick up some warmer clothes. The moment I stepped inside, I spotted a familiar silhouette.

"If this is what you want." I walked to the center of the room, my heart heavy in my chest, every step feeling like a betrayal of myself. The slow, romantic rhythm of music began playing softly in the background, mocking the tension in the air. I stood there, the weight of their eyes on me suffocating, but I forced myself to move. I hated every second of it. With each movement, I felt the fire of my anger burning brighter. This wasn’t just about stripping; this was about control, power, and the sickening realization of how far Nathan was willing to go. And for what? For this deal? For Don Chappo’s approval?

The day I got out of prison, my sister's adopted brother, Finn Andersen, livestreamed my homecoming. He shoved the camera in my face. "This is my brother. Even after being abused by thirteen people, he somehow found the strength to keep going." The comments blew up instantly. Evelyn Andersen frowned, but Finn just shrugged. Three years ago, I would've lost it. This time, I smiled at the camera. "Why shouldn't I keep living? They're the ones who deserve to be judged. They're the ones who should die. Not me." When we got home, it was the anniversary of our parents' deaths. Evelyn had Finn place flowers on their graves instead of me. I didn't stop her. When she gave Finn my room and stuc