Another Word For Passionate Novels & Stories

A few times he turned to look at me, his gaze calm, as if asking, “Do you understand now, the weight of reality?” I leaned against the window and closed my eyes. Yes, I was beginning to understand. Passion is fire, it can light up the night, but it can also burn everything down. Responsibility, commitment, harm to others, these are waters that cannot be evaporated by flames, only hiss and leave deeper scars.

My mother committed suicide because. I clench my fists again as I think of all the things I missed out on because I was too busy with training or going to some party with the guys . There is a link to an online drive with the username and password on the letter, I grab my laptop and log in. The contents of what he has saved here causes such a fierce hatred to well up inside me that it takes over my whole being.

But within their bond, fire, passion, and power roared—fierce, intimate, eternal. ---

Passionate. Forever ours.

I grunt and walk around the bench impatiently. He chuckles at my behavior. "Calm down, Barbie doll. It's not that hard. Passion is something that simply makes you happy and helps you escape your pain through doing something that doesn't harm you. It makes you forget your pain and you just feel it in that moment." I stop and whip my head at him. "Yeah, but how am I supposed to figure that out?"

Making her body hot, very intense and fierce. "I love you!" She breath out unconsciously but could feel the overwhelming feeling deep within her. Zayn stilled, causing her to open her doe like eyes to look up at him. Not wasting a moment, he pressed a hot, gentle yet ferocious kiss with so much passion and emotions showed and pulled all in the kiss. The gentleness of the kiss and the softness emanated a moan from her. Like fireworks, it's deflagrating and fulminating inside her in harsh hotness but at the same time, like a plume is whispering to her.

“You expect me to believe that? The word you are looking for is called ‘lust’.” “No, no! I mean love but not the kind of love I have for my father or my mother. There was something that ‘pushed’ me to her.” “What do you mean ‘pushed’?” Velsusi was getting irritated again. “I can’t explain it very well…I don’t understand those things very well.” “And I suppose you think I do?” “I would think so.” “Yvayn, I have never really loved another person that way…it wasn’t meant for me to.”

Good heavens, his look could have set the whole world on fire. There was no lust in us, no irrational desire either; the heat was so intense that I was finally able to put a name to what she provoked in me: passion. There wasn't that primitive urge to possess her and get carnal satisfaction because this goes beyond the physical. It was the ability that she had to turn on every corner of my interior without touching me. I ran from her neck to her mouth with such reverence and delicacy that I was surprised that fire could be present with such a soft and delicate act.

Lust is sad to be passionate, strong desire characterized mostly by some sexual craving. Now, one may argue that this shows agreed, while others defend themselves by saying that it is purely a feeling of yearning that we all go through at some point in our lives. The second explanation will lead to people believing that this feeling is normal and not something to be ashamed of. However, the first explanation may direct people to think that what they are feeling is an abomination, especially from a religious stand point.

She blurted out. “A typical example of the devil you know is better than the angel you don't know," Kissiwaa added. “You're right Kissiwaa, a narrow escape paaah." She said as she walked to the kitchen to continue with her meal in shock. “Yaa," Maabena called as her friend sat down. “Maabena what is it?" She asked.