Book Desire Of Ages Novels & Stories

What happened yesterday night never leave my mind, I can't forget how his kisses ignited the desires of my soul. I shake my head as I feel my cheeks heated just by thinking of what happened. I sighed and look at the book I am reading. "I'll never let you complete me, you may be a part of me but you can't be the answer to the missing piece of me," I read the sentence out loud, I played with the pen I am holding as I grin at the thought of what is written in the book. I thought of something that has been missing inside of me, of myself but never in my mind thinks of someone who might fill in the pieces of me that have been missing for such a long time, not money nor power, love and desire coul

Rosemary’s Pov “I will eat later…” I say softly , offering him a smile. He exchanges a look with Xavier , but I do not stay for the lectures that I know is coming. Instead I walk to the entrance and sit on the floor in a crossed legged position – my eyes fixated on the fiery red flames that almost touches the sky. I sit out there for a while , enjoying the peace of being alone. At this moment , all I ever want is to be alone. I would often feel my stomach kick me with hunger , as my nose smelt the food that was cooking but I easily turned my attention back to the burning kingdom.

"Yes, we need to know each other to be able to do the essay." "Yeah, right. Okay then, my name as you already know is Fabian Fernandez. I'm 21 years old and I'm here on a scholarship which you would have probably guessed by now." "Nice to meet you." She answered back and I nodded. "My name is Scarlet Waters, I'm 21 years old also and I'm here on scholarship, which I'm sure you didn't know about." She said with a smile. "Really? I thought you were one of the rich kids." I said still confused.

I made a sudden turn, bringing myself to face him. Desire made his eyes glimmer as he stared down at my lips. His eyes were light brown and they had a mesmerizing effect on me. I felt myself drawn closer to him as my own desire clamored for control. Without hesitation, I gave in and parted my lips, offering it to him. “Kiss me,” I whispered. “You don't have to ask.”

But Noah’s title stopped me cold. Dirty Desire. A nervous laugh escaped my mouth. Surely, I was imagining things, I had to be imagining things. Surely, this wasn’t what I thought it was. But when I opened the first page, my breath hitched. I couldn't believe my eyes. Noah hadn’t written a romance. He’d written a fantasy. His fantasy, a well detailed one at that. The words became more and more serious with each line: “She’s older, irresistible. Her voluptuous boobs pressed against my mouth”, “her wet pussy clenching tightly around me”, “her big fat ass bouncing against my hips.”

My heart screamed, my pulse roared, and my mind was spinning in a dizzying mix of desire and fear. “Jade,” he murmured, low, throaty, possessive, “I’ve wanted you from the moment I saw you. I’ve wanted you like this, like you’re about to combust under my touch. And I’m not leaving until you give in… until I know you feel the same fire.” My glasses slid down my nose again, and I pushed them up automatically, though I barely registered it. His hands brushed against mine, lingering, sending shivers up my spine. He was every dangerous fantasy I’d ever imagined. Every late-night craving. Every forbidden thought.

To allow my transcendent destiny among legends to remain forever toxified by a poisonous infatuation for my sworn enemy. Which is when blinding clarity finally descends like a lead weight to my skull, nearly staggering me in its abrupt finality. This has gone altogether too far into the abyss. If there is any hope of extracting my pristine soul from the maw of this madness, I must needs confront the matter head on. The source of this disease must be cut fully from my boundless potential, by any means required. Even if that prescribed remedy defies every principal of decency and honor I've sworn my noble sport upon. Luca was correct - much as it galls me to admit.

The library's air hung heavy with dust and forgotten words. Each step we took stirred motes that danced in the slanted beams of light filtering through broken windows. I trailed my fingers along the spines of books gone soft with age, feeling the whisper of stories. I couldn't read but somehow knew like my own past lives, glimpses and fragments, never the whole picture. The musty smell triggered something in me, a half-remembered sensation of peace that felt as foreign as it was familiar.

“Oh?” “Our first child,” Dante said casually. Isla blinked. “What?” He smirked. “I want a boy. Someone to inherit everything. Someone to be raised as the future king of the DeLuca empire.” Isla scoffed. “Oh, please. I want a girl.” Dante frowned. “Why?” “Because she’ll be beautiful,” Isla said, running a hand down his chest. “She’ll have your eyes, your strength, and hopefully, my attitude.”