Book Desire Novels & Stories

There were so many times that I wished I had the courage to shove the toothbrush through her eye. ‘Well, you went a step further than that.’ Nyx muses I smile to myself and Dane presses his lips to my cheek. “You have come a long way since then.” He drops my hand and begins rummaging in the desk. I move to the bookcase. Several dozen large books lined the shelves. Books that I had always longed to read but never could. Pulling out the one closest to me. I run my fingers over the gold lettering. Just one simple word ‘KITSON’

Letta asked because previously Letta always asked Desi to find books for her, like romantic novels, and it seemed Desi also got them from this library. "Many books you haven't read since Mr. found out Madam likes such readings. Mr. immediately ordered Pedro to replenish the book stock in this library, so many new books that you haven't read yet," Desi said, making Letta look at her immediately. Letta didn't know that her husband even paid attention to her reading.

At twenty-three, it feels strange to be referred to as a youngster, but I guess next to River who’s got to be pushing seventy, that’s exactly what I am. "Here it is. The Hotel." My eyes widened. “Whoa. The brochure pictures weren’t fake.” And they don’t do this place justice. River chuckled again. “No, they certainly weren’t.” I stare at it quietly, mesmerized. The main lodge towers over the water. Even from this distance, I can see that the lodge is grandiose in its design and massive. I can’t make out the details to appreciate it yet, but there’s no doubt it’s something to be admired.

I was just waiting for him to come back or visit me again. I got so bored that I asked the servant for permission to read those books on shelves. Surprisingly, he answered instantly, “The Royal Prince has said that you can do whatever you want and use anything you like. If you want to eat something particular, you can order that too. He just requested you not to leave the cottage.” ‘Not to leave the cottage? Why? Is he worried that I will get lost again?’ I thought to myself while searching for a good book from the bookshelves. There were numerous good classics. Picking up a historical fiction, I settled on the small divan on the balcony.

Each glance, each touch, each quiet word built a web around her heart, and she realized she was caught willingly. As she returned to her desk, she found herself glancing at him repeatedly, even as she tried to focus on her work. Alex was back at his office, unreadable, commanding, but something in the way he looked at her hinted at a rare curiosity, a personal interest that was both thrilling and dangerous. Lena swallowed, feeling a mix of excitement and apprehension. This closeness was intoxicating, and she knew it was only the beginning.

This time I could not hold him back. A low growl escaped my throat. But strangely… I did not mind it. That tiny touch felt like a drug. Addictive. Dangerous. Something I wanted again. And again. Gia jolted. A sudden current ran through her body. Her sandalwood scent wrapped around me like a spell. It clouded my mind. Dark, sinful desires stirred inside my chest. But my mind still resisted. I looked at her. My mind told me to push her away.

I tried getting a rich lover but I couldn't find a guy that would want me as a girlfriend or wife because every guy knows of my disdainful lifestyle, none of them wanted to have anything to do with me, especially when they found out about my father's bankruptcy. Am such a whore. I can't believe that I've slept with almost all the rich guys in town, the few I've not slept with yet are those that don't fool around and one of them is Nathan Trent. I have heard the rumor that Nathan is unable to be with any woman because of his illness. It is said that he is suffering from a rare condition called Alexithymic, As a result, he cannot feel any emotion. His family was searching for a wife that could

"No, why is it?" "Well, I read it in an ancient medical book that men want to spread their genes, that is why they want to get laid so badly." I did not understand all of that, but still got the basic idea. This trait was inbuilt in us. God wanted us to spread our genes, that is why he made us like this. So, what was wrong with getting laid with someone? I could see nothing wrong. We could get laid as much as we want, with whoever we want.

I asked the driver to drive off, but my mind was still preoccupied with the bookshop. I asked the driver to drive off, but my mind was still preoccupied with the bookshop. I couldn't wait to explore it and see what treasures awaited me inside. The excitement welled up inside me as I imagined all the rare books and literary works I might find. As we pulled up outside, I couldn't wait to get out and head inside to start my adventure. I opened the door and stepped out of the car, taking a deep breath of anticipation. Finally, I was going to see the wonders of Britany's bookshop for myself.

The warmth of her skin against mine ignited a fervent desire, fueling my desire for her. Her breath quickened, matching the rhythm of my own heartbeat. With each thrust, she gasped as my hands traced the delicate arch of her back, the curve of her waist, and the contours of her hips. I explored the landscape of her body, committing it to memory with an insatiable hunger. My fingers danced along the curves of her body, tracing invisible patterns that ignited her senses. Her skin, warm and inviting, begged for my touch. I obliged, leaving a trail of fiery kisses along her neck, her collarbone, and down to the swell of her breasts.