Book Desire Novels & Stories

Sidia attempted to shove down the bubbling desire in her chest. The temptation to give in to her circumstances made her ache as she looked over the massive collection of books. The room itself was impressive as well. Nooks carved into the walls overflowed with cushions, a soft light with no discernible source made reading pleasant, and old tables stocked with parchment and ink made excellent study desks. This place was any scholar's dream, and a lump formed in Sidia's throat. She was overcome with emotion, not just from the war inside her mind but also from the sheer wonder of such a place.

By the time we get back to my place, I’m so horny I nearly rip my dress off. The next day, he takes me to an old bookstore that has been run by the same owner for over sixty years. She refuses to alphabetize anything, but when Damien asks her for a specific book, she knows exactly where it is. It’s cramped and crowded, full of volumes of rare old books and gorgeous hardback covers. Damien buys sme a copy of Pride and Prejudice in French.

“Tell me more.” I swallowed. My tongue felt thick. “I think… the book is honest about how desire can feel dangerous. Not just to society, but to the self. Once you let it in—once you name it, once you act on it, you can’t pretend it isn’t there anymore which changes the way you see everything else. Even yourself.” He leaned back in his chair, fingers steepled under his chin, studying me with that same focused attention he gives to a difficult passage. “And have you ever let it in?”

I remained unfazed. “Yep.” He froze. “Holy shit.” He muttered under his breath. “Look, Sinclair is furious. Nicolai Moreau completely humiliated all of us, and now he’s threatening to pull the contract with my father’s company.” “How exactly do you think I can help you with something like that?” “I need a drug.” Brian paused. “What kind of drug?” I smirked. “The kind that’ll make my sister become just a little too friendly.” His eyes widened as the meaning of my words sank in.

I'll make orders and you'll do them instantly. She was nervous, shocked, and wondered what she had gotten into. Even though she found him attractive, she didn't know it would happen so soon with dominance and power. She wants him as well, and he was irresistibly hot with his bare chest and the black pants he was in, she could see the hardness of his cock from his pants. She quickly moved over to the table where his laptop and books were kept to drop the tray.

I only found a book with a combination lock. It was almost dawn, so I had to restore everything to its original state, but I took the book with me when I left. I used the excuse of visiting Jake to go to Evervale City, where I paid 100 dollars for professional help to open the lock. At last, buried in that old notebook, I uncovered the truth, and with it, the name of the person who had destroyed my life. It was Dr. Carter.

The expensive car that didn't match his simple clothes. "Are you coming to lunch?" Isabella unlocked the doors. "Mom's making pot roast." "I can't. I have work tomorrow. Need to prep." "You're a librarian. What prep?" "Book orders. Cataloging. Things." Isabella didn't push. She knew when I was lying but she also knew when to let it go. At home, I made tea I didn't drink. Sat on my couch staring at nothing. The house was quiet. Too quiet. It had been too quiet for eleven months.

She hurriedly asked before he could ask another question, Draven nodded in response and she cleared her throat. “Why did you ask me to read a book based on BDSM?” She asked and he didn't give her a response, all he did was stare at her and tap his fingers repeatedly on the table. “What do you think?” He asked back and Xalia froze. Is it what she is thinking?

"But just so you know, I'm doing it for Michael Power's daughter and not your wife." "Believe me, Senator," I say, correcting the cuff links of my shirt as I dust invisible dust off it. "If Michael Powers had the slightest clue that you could help him, he would have been the one threatening you now." The Senator lifts an eyebrow, watching me smirk. "Thank you for your time, Senator." The doors to the room are thrown open suddenly and Desiree walks in. "Sorry to bother you men but Harley wants to go home, Mr. Everest," she tells me, giving an apologetic look to her fiancé. "She says she's not feeling well."

She closed her eyes, the cold seeping deeper, the hunger a constant companion. Then her ears caught a sound first, like a distant promise—slow, deliberate footsteps echoing down the damp corridor. Her heart stuttered. She thought it was Odessa again, bringing the daily torment disguised as food. Today, her pride was gone and it didn’t matter. If the Beta spat in the porridge, poured dirt into it, or kicked it across the floor, Scarlett would still eat. She would crawl through the bars and lick the stone clean if that was what it took.