Black Desire Novels & Stories

One week later Desiré noire, or black desire, is what I call my leisure space for the city's wealthiest people. It is not prepotent to say that I have managed to make it one of the best in Paris. All the furniture, equipment and drinks are of the best quality, not to mention the lights and velvets that guarantee a touch of luxury, and there is even a stage where dancing is done to serve up sensuality and make the clients salivate like hungry dogs waiting for a reward.

"I am telling you this kids to make you understand, we are in a danger like non other, and we need to be ready, and for you Lukrezia, you will be under guard from now one, you are their main target, and by Hecate and Selene I am not watching another daughter die infront of me again." Everyone stood quiet and said nothing, I could sense their shock, anger, even fear, but I will kill every single one of them, before something happens to my children. " is that why you are called the black heretic, because you killed those people?" Lukrezia asked. My famous nickname, the name that got every witch to think twice before crossing pathes with me, the black heretic. Witches are servants to nature and

Author's point of view... After her Dad left, Izzy got back to Lissa and asked everything that she wanted to know. Though frustrated, Lissa didn't keep anything from Izzy and told her about the rules of the Black Panthers gang. The Black Panthers were known for their cruelty and their leader is called the Yama himself. They also call him the Devil. Many dangerous and scary names are given to one man. Was he even a human? Not only because of his cruelty but because no one had ever seen his face. It is said that he is so scary, an old demon who eats human hearts and drinks human blood.

But this time I dreaded it more than the first. My eyes shot wide. There he was standing in all black , with a hoodie over his face. I peered closer, the only thing I could make out was the sinister smile that reached up the shadow hiding the rest of his face. My gaze drifted to the opposite side of the road and I spotted Andrew's BMW-I8 parked there. Could it actually be his? No, no! Colour drained from my face and I looked on in horror. A shrill scream left my lips as I cowered to the floor both hands covering my ears.

"You should be here, resting. You’ve been through a lot. You need to heal. I don't care about sex this time. I want you to take your time. Heal… I'm not rushing." I let my face fall into a deep frown. I crossed my arms and looked away. "Fine. If you don't want it anymore, it's okay. I'm not going to force you. After all, it's normal for you to still be angry at me. Thank you." That hit the mark. Black’s eyes dimmed with fake care. He couldn't risk me being sad or angry; it would "poison" the power he wanted to steal. "Don't be like that," he said, stepping closer and rubbing my arms. "I don't want you to be sad. I’m just… I'm just worried. You’ve been hiding from my brothers, remember? If th

Breeding the Human Blood Pet Chapter 1: The Mysterious Lord (Finn’s POV) I was desperate. Three months behind on rent. Student loans breathing down my neck. My piece-of-shit car was one bad day away from the scrapyard. When I saw the ad on a sketchy late-night forum—“Rare blood type donor wanted. Private medical research. $5,000 per visit. Complete discretion required. Apply in person only at Blackthorn Manor”—I told myself it was probably some eccentric rich guy doing weird experiments. Maybe they needed my O-negative blood for something legitimate. Maybe it was shady as hell. Either way, five grand could solve a lot of problems right now.

"How about that: I will not try to hinder your life here. As long as you remain in the vicinity of this canyon, you can do all you want. I won't attempt to call you back inside me and you can even eat all you want. You just have to let go of me and those around me. I know that you fear my control over you, but you can't have me die anyway. So, strike this deal with me. If you do that, you will truly be free, at least here." When there was still no answer, Nathaniel gnashed his teeth. Just what did Blacky want? Human sacrifices? Would he demand him to bring exchanges for the lives of his soldiers or bloody offerings every year, month, or week like an evil god? Any of that was impossible for N

Black-like goo emerges, eating and slowly devouring the gifts, but sacrifices, as he watches in pure delight. “Bring her to me, make me like a God and grant my desire.” Declaring with his maniacal tone, and a twisted smile. It devoured everything as a black light consumes everything of the light in that room. Turned everything in an instant into a pitch-black scene, that suddenly gave an intense pain inside Winona’s heart and brain. “Now.”

The Dom nodded to Ben so he tipped his head in return. There was a heavy set woman dressed completely in black leather who had another slimmer woman wearing minimal leather garments and a leash. Their blue and red rings were evident. Ben caught the cruel smile on the Dom's face as she yanked her sub closer to pinch the woman's nipple. The slim woman squealed and whimpered but the way she bit her lip afterwards gave away her true feelings.

I will be the Queen of Dragons, not some pathetic bitch! The day goes by quickly and I know just the place to go for dinner. Blackout is a completely dark restaurant that has private rooms and most importantly it is next door to a BDSM club. We can give our guys a taste and get them so hot and bothered that they drag us by our hair to the club and fuck us like the beasts that they are. End Jessica’s POV