Book Desire Of Ages นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Confessions about crushes, embarrassing stories, a ridiculous dare involving someone singing karaoke on the coffee table. Every time the bottle landed on Ethan, he chose truth. Safe. Boring. Survivable. Until Lila leaned forward with a wicked smile. “Ace,” she said sweetly. “Truth or dare?” “Truth.” She tapped her chin. “Who’s the most impossible person you could ever actually like?” Ethan’s pulse spiked. Every eye turned toward him. Including Noah’s. He swallowed. This was harmless. A joke answer. Something ridiculous. Something safe. But Noah was still looking at him. And suddenly the truth felt lodged somewhere behind Ethan’s ribs.

Evie murmured, contemplating the impossible request. The figure nodded. "A memory, a tangible object, an essence of your reality. The choice is yours. Embrace this bargain, and I shall guide you to the knowledge you seek. Refuse, and the dormant force within Aethel may awaken, unleashing consequences you can't even imagine." Evie and Liam were trapped, caught between an impossible choice and a looming apocalypse. Their arrival in Aethel, a world of breathtaking beauty and hidden secrets, was quickly turning into a nightmare.

A faint smile curved there as he replayed the kiss he had shared with Leah. He could still taste her soft, sweet, almost intoxicating. Damn… he would give anything to feel her lips against his again. With a sudden movement, he rolled onto his side and reached for the lower drawer of his nightstand. Inside was a small, worn brown box, its edges frayed with age. He pulled it out carefully and set it on his lap. Lifting the lid revealed an assortment of keepsakes. An old bracelet.A neatly folded white handkerchief embroidered with rose patterns.And a photograph of a young girl, no older than fifteen. She was frail-looking, her figure thin and pale as she knelt among flowers. The picture had cle

I don't mind people gossiping about me. Claire is only a few feet away from me. Before I can think about it, I get into the elevator and go to her floor. I should turn back. I should go home. I don’t. Her light is still on, and I know that she is waiting for me. She must know that I am coming, because why else would she still be up? It is already late. I want to turn back and go back to my penthouse. This is getting dangerous, not only for her but also for me. What the hell am I thinking? I am way too old for her. Even before I can stop myself, I knock. Claire opens the door. She stands in front of me, barefoot in her pajamas.

I was sitting beside the ideal man I wanted to date, a respectable person who valued family the same way I did, but I didn’t want it to go anywhere. The smart thing to do would be to forget about Dante and sleep with Damian as many times as possible to get Dante out of mysystem but I didn’t want Dante kiss or his touch. I wanted a man so wrong for me. “I really want to kiss you.” Damian broke the silence with his deep voice. “The way the flames are illuminating your face, you look so beautiful and instead of telling you that, I would normally just do it, but something is telling me you don’t want me to. Am I wrong?”

I added. Based on her reaction, she is calmer now than earlier. Her expression becane less tense. "You don't need any money?" she asked. It's funny how this elegant looking woman in front of me is so desperate to keep her secret which comes to the point that she's willing to feed me some money to cover it.

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.

She paused, taken aback by Arielle’s sudden enthusiasm. “Even if it means Mom crying all night,” Estelle chimed in from across the room, rolling her eyes dramatically. Crystal shot her a mock glare and defended herself. “You don’t understand the beauty of a good book. So what if it’s sad? If the author can move you to ugly tears, it means they have written something truly special.” She turned back to Arielle, her expression softening. “That’s what makes this book so good.” “I couldn’t agree more,” Arielle said, nodding fervently. Her eyes sparkled with admiration. “Maa, have you tried Chains of Desires by the same author? If you loved this one, there are so many others you’d enjoy!”

Anahita's POV I can't stop my tears now. I am sitting in a taxi. The taxi driver gave me a strange vibe. I asked him to drop me off at the train station. I bought a ticket for the earliest train that leaves in half an hour. I hugged the bag that I only had. I am alone again. There was a time in everyone's life when they were afraid of bare bones, rotted to the ground, wanted to throw up, give up on their desires, or run and hide. I promised my brother that I would be safe. It seems my decisions are destined to be proven wrong.

Alicia replied as she gave Mrs Young a hug, who at that point was deep into thought. Mrs Young was really obssessed about getting to the top, such that she was willing to do anything and everything to make sure her company was known around the entire world, not just Asia. It felt as though she was pushed to the wall by Taylor's decision . But no, She wasn't ready to give up such a huge opportunity because of him she thought.