Book Desire Novels & Stories

It was like an addiction, a dangerous desire she couldn’t control. With a deep breath, she pushed open the door and stepped inside. The room was as lavish as ever, the lavish furnishings contrasting sharply with the turmoil inside her. She stood in the center of the room, her eyes scanning the space, when something caught her attention. A small envelope, sealed with the same wax insignia as the one Matteo had received earlier, lay on the bed.

He leaned forward, genuine curiosity lighting up his eyes as he asked while driving, "So, tell me about your latest venture." She leaned back, taking a moment to gather her thoughts before delving into the details of her ambitious project. With every word, her excitement grew palpable, her gestures animated as she described the innovative tech startup she was spearheading. The vision, the goals, and the cutting-edge software they were developing spilled from her lips, painting a picture of boundless potential.

“So, what can I get you guys?" For the thousandth time... "Let me just get mushroom soup and a side of garlic bread," Trisha said. "And I'll get the Grilled salmon with a side of mash potato," Storm said, handing me the menus. "And to drink?" I scribbled down the order. "Just two glasses of white wine." Hannah smiled at me. I nodded, leaving taking a deep breath. When I got home, Linda was sowing something in her room, so the machine was loud. I knocked on the door and opened seeing fabrics and fabrics of clothes scattered on the floor. Mannequins were scattered in the corner of her room as she sowed a pink dress.

She picked a few out and moved to another section. She began to search through sections, checking the books, when her eyes caught a book in the corner of the shelf. The title of the book caught her attention as she pulled it out. Selene covered her mouth with her hand when she saw the cover of the book. Her eyes are wide with shock. It was a picture of a handsome young man, his chest bare, and a lady standing by his back. Her lips were kissing his nape. “Desires and Pleasure"; she read the title aloud and took the book.

She dropped the book on the study table before dropping down from it. Her gaze still fixed on me, Desire walked up to where I sat. "Why are you doing all of this, Hudson? What's your gain?" she asked as she stopped in front of me. Raising a brow, I looked at her and said, "I wasn't done with what I was saying." She narrowed her eyes as she leaned forward. "I don't fucking care about your stupid idea about a book, Hudson," she said in a low, intense voice. "I didn't come here to get lectured by you on ancient texts. I came here for answers."

(Previous His Desire) ~Kiva I stare down at my notes, unable to concentrate. Father never wanted me to study beyond what he thought was appropriate, but I enjoy it. Learning allows me to imagine a world beyond all this. Faint whispers have me glancing over my shoulder. Three girls stand amongst the shelves of the small library, giggling between themselves. Maids, by the looks of their uniforms, and they don’t know I am here. "There's a lot around here you're going to have to learn,” one of them with vibrant blonde curls whispers, cheeks flushed bright pink as she leans her head close to her brunette friend.

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“Quick he's loosing so much blood!” And . Darkness… Desiree's POV I was sitted in a garden with a beautiful book in my hands, that I found on my way to the garden , this beautiful green gardens had a bench where I could sit, I sat there and began reading the book. It was a romance novel talking about two lovers who couldn't reach one another, they knew each other deeply but they just couldn't seem to hold hands in reality, their realities clashed. As I read, I had this great urge to look up and I saw the most beautiful human ever, he walked up to me in his very beautiful bicycle.

“I considered it. But then, I have my friends here. I didn’t want to leave without them. And I want to become strong, strong enough to be able to protect the people I love.” And make up for the ones I failed to protect. She gives me a curious look, “And did you get the answers you wanted?” I let out a heavy sigh, “Some. Not all.” “Are you satisfied?” I give her a strained smile, “Not really. Hurt, is more like it.” “I see,” her voice is gentle. “Why don’t you sit down, and I’ll make us some tea?” That actually sounds nice. Director Yearwood is a very meticulous person and she takes her time boiling the water, selecting the teabags. When she sets a cup in front of me, I’m more relaxed.

(THE DREADED SCENES) IS he going insane? Insane in the part and way that is devilish and laughable in a hellish way, yet not? “Tsk!” The questions that might be circling inside JK’s mind right now. But probably not. The words and just might be your thoughts for how this little dark book is unfolding. The deeper dread and darkest corner of everyone’s evil desire for everything that they couldn’t have, yet they dearly wanted. The deepest greed that is ever known, with the taunting desire to never left go.