Book Desire Novels & Stories

MARCO I shake off the lingering unease from Luca's disturbing "prescription" and head back to my apartment, desperate for the comfort of solitude. The driver's lounge and garage suddenly felt overwhelmingly claustrophobic, like the walls were closing in intent on entombing me in my friend's insidious delusions. Delusions...or some darker introspection I've refused to acknowledge until now? Growling under my breath, I smack the heels of my palms against my eye sockets, as if I can physically dislodge the disconcerting thoughts gnawing at the edges of my consciousness. It's a fruitless exercise - if anything, it only seems to grant them more purchase.

She finally managed to pull away and looked straight in the eyes. "Why are you doing this? Why are you so kind to me? What do you want in return?" She asked with concern "Love is free, I don't need to ask for anything in return." He simply stated and opened the door gesturing for her to enter. The ride to his place was awfully quiet. When they finally reached his Villa which was magnificent and surrounded by beautiful flowers and trees which complimented it. They were welcomed by an old lady who reminded Joy of her nanny back home.

An oversized cardigan, a pleated skirt that rested just above my knees, and rimmed glasses; my hair was in a messy bun with a pencil stuck into it. No one ever looked twice at the quiet Elena Voss. Perfect. I headed straight to the Rare Books section, the one Dr. Marcus Hale guarded like a treasure. I chose my usual spot; a wooden table tucked between towering shelves and I spread out my notes. But my real prize was waiting for me right on the shelf, a leather-bound book I’d discovered two weeks ago. Shadows of Desire by Marcus Hale. My library professor whose deep commanding voice made my thighs clench during lectures.

It was to fulfill her promise to Dave. But, to be honest, she was a little hesitant to go to the bookstore with the only hope of finding something. There were many books, of course, and it confused her. Which one to buy it? The introduction seemed boring—she spent a more extended time skimming some chapters—and some too business was very confusing. She could only blink blankly, not understanding at all. Moreover, there were many. She should have asked for his recommendation. She picked up a fairly thick book, around four centimeters. It had ‘Profit’ in the title. And as the title suggested, it talked about how to make a profit in any business.

Her attention was then diverted by the pile of books in the huge bookcase because there were many books in his bookcase that Evelyn had always wanted to buy but could not do so because many of them were out of print. There were autobiographies of many famous people in the design world and some classic books on design concepts, which were books that Evelyn had always wanted to read but could never find. She instantly forgot the embarrassment she felt earlier and the existence of the person outside the door. She could not wait to take out one of the books and start reading. Rowan glanced at her focused expression, then smiled faintly and closed the door gently before he left. He knew that she

Darius asked. Her unexpected response had truly captured his interest. He had wondered for a moment why a young woman like her would be so desperate to get herself into the library to access books. Now it seemed to make sense that it was all for more than for her to access romantic novels. Still, her dream did surprise him. “It has always been a dream of mine. Of course, I don’t intend to pursue that right away…just maybe one day…” Salena quickly said before trailing off in a small voice.

" Well... It's really obvious... " " If you say so... " he sighed... " So which book are you working on now? " " It's titled, Purchased... About a girl who was bought at a very high price by a drug Lord. She became like a slave to him. He used her as a means of transportation for his drugs... This continued successfully until when all of a sudden the drugs that were put in her bursted and so she became very uncomfortable. She held her discomfort for some hours but when she couldn't bear it anymore. She searched for a restroom around but just before she found one... She collided with someone and fainted... And that's when her story began... "

“Hm ... how about we just go to our favorite spa? But before that, I want to go to the bookstore. It is been so long not visiting there. Who knows if there are some interesting books, then I can buy them soon.” A woman with blood type A would have imagined if they immediately carried the intention out. She could already imagine the sea of books stored neatly on the shelves, so that this situation makes her interest in reading and buying lots of books unstoppable. "Oh, so you already want to go to the bookstore? If that is the condition, what time do you want to go to the spa? You can decide now, before I call our favorite location to book an appointment.”

Like I wasn't sitting fifteen feet away with my heart trying to escape my chest. "Desire," he said, writing the word in sharp, aggressive strokes, "is not neutral. It never has been. Literature doesn't just describe desire-it shapes it. It tells us what we should want, who we shouldn't want, and what happens when we want the wrong thing." He paced and loosened his tie. I watched his hands and hated myself for watching.

The library was quiet, the afternoon sunlight filtering through the stained-glass windows. Anna sat alone at the far corner, the mysterious book, The Reflection Game, spread open before her. Her finger traced the intricate designs on the yellowed pages, her heart pounding with both excitement and unease. The cryptic instructions whispered to her, their meaning elusive but tantalizingly close. She didn’t understand why she felt so drawn to the book, but she couldn’t let it go. It was as if the book had chosen her, as if it were calling her to uncover its secrets.