All I've Never Wanted Novels & Stories

I went to sleep that night never imagining that the next morning I’d wake up to words I’d never, ever wanted to hear… “I’m here to reclaim my MATE!”

I wanna stay with him forever, he's the guy I've been wanting all my life and I just wish our parents would accept It. THE END

My brain decided to stop functioning at this time. And he might've sensed it because he suddenly spoke. “What do you want, Ai?” But I still don't know how to comprehend what I really want. “I…” I want you. But with no strings attached. How can I ever say that? “Ai?” Am I being crazy? “Like what I told you, you can use me all you want, Ai,” he whispered. Damn it.

It wαs never her. Αnd if it wαsn’t Αnnα… then I didn’t wαnt it. Some nights‚ it honestly feels like I might die α virgin. Α grown mαn like me‚ untouched‚ becαuse the only person I’ve ever truly wαnted is the one girl I cαn’t fucking hαve. So yeαh… I help myself in the bαthroom αt times. I wαtch p**n like every other messed-up guy out there. But even then‚ it’s her I see. Her moαns I heαr in my heαd. Her fαce I picture when I cum.

“If I don’t do this, you won’t come see me.” “I came,” I said. “Now talk.” He turned his face away from me like a child. “I have nothing to say to you.” I nodded once. “Then I’ll go.” “You will not,” he snapped immediately. I raised a brow. “You just said you had nothing to say.” He looked irritated, then sighed. “You already know what I want.” Of course I did. Still, I said, “Say it.” He looked straight at me this time. “Bring a wife home.”

Not because I was stuck but because his scent smelled sweet and I wanted to inhale more of him. “Maybe I… I think I want something,” I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. “We’ve been so busy with this tournament… barely had time to just… be close like before.” His large hand came up, gripping my shoulder gently, his thumb brushing the side of my neck. The touch sent a shiver through me. “Then let’s make time tonight. The tournament can wait a few hours.” His voice grew darker, hungrier. “Tell me what you really want right now, Mike. No bullshit.” His dark eyes were so serious, patiently waiting for my wish.

I can't stop wanting to see you, to talk to you, to be near you. I paused, my hand cramping slightly. I set down the pen and shook it out, looking at what I'd written. It was raw, honest, probably too honest. But it was real. That's what Olivia deserved. Real. I picked up the pen again. *I don't know what you want from me. I don't even know what I can offer you right now, when everything's so uncertain. But I know I want to try. I want to figure this out, whatever "this" is. I want to be worth the risk you took when you came back for me.*

From the memory of last night that refused to stay buried. And all I could think was— What in the fuckin hell have I done? I can’t face him. Not yet. Maybe not ever.

She wanted to take off her clothes; she wanted a man's touch… "Help me…" When Wilson put her down, she broke down and stood on her tiptoes. Tears streamed down her face as she peppered kisses on his face. "I feel like I'm dying… Wilson, help me…" The drug made Ivory lose all sense of rationality. She kissed him haphazardly while roaming her hands over his body. She wanted some relief from him; she wanted him to help her get rid of the itch deep within her. Amid her delirium, a bucket of cold water was suddenly poured over her. Wilson stood before her, his eyes still cold and stoic. "Are you a bit more lucid now?"

Natalie wore a tiny white dress and declared in her sweet, childish voice, right in front of everyone, "Daddy, Mommy, I want to be with you two forever." Alex pulled me into his arms and whispered, "Okay. We'll be together forever." As the ceremony drew to a close, Natalie ran over in her little formal outfit, her small hands reaching for both of us. She tilted her head up, eyes sparkling, and said brightly, "Daddy, Mommy, I finally have a complete family!" Her voice was as sweet as honey, melting my heart in an instant. Alex smiled and wrapped his arms around me, resting his chin lightly on my head. His voice was gentle enough to melt into water.