Bound By Lies, Trapped By Desire Novels & Stories

“The hardest part will be your story. The affair. The rushed marriage. It will be picked apart. They’ll try to paint you as exactly what she said you were—unstable, opportunistic.” I felt Liam tense beside me. I placed my hand over his on the table. “I know,” I said. “But the truth is, I fell in love with a man who was trapped in a gilded cage. Our timing was terrible. Our choices were desperate. But they were our choices. We’re not asking to be saints. We’re asking for people to see the architecture of the trap.”

A crack. "Test me, Liam. Call my bluff. See how far I'm willing to go for you. Or against you." The seconds stretch, elastic, suffocating, charged with the crackling electricity of our mingled breaths. I see the arguments flash through his gaze: reason, career, survival, loyalty to my father, the prison his anger could be. I see the pure rage at feeling trapped, manipulated by a girl he despises and desires in equal measure. And then, I see something else. The same thing that took over in the dimness of the glass house. A dark, voracious, ineluctable capitulation. The moment when the dam of all his principles, all his fears, gives way under the monstrous pressure of desire and… something els

“Not freely given. Not the way I would ever take it. You don’t understand what that truth does to me, hearing it from your lips only because ruin forced it out. I want it again—but I want it uncoerced, begged for, yours to choose. Until then, it cuts deeper than any hunger.” My chest ached with the weight of it. I swallowed, forcing words past the rawness in my throat. “It wasn’t a lie,” I whispered. “The hush didn’t make me want it. It only made me say it aloud. And maybe… maybe I still do. But I don’t understand why you would want me bound to you that way.” His gaze didn’t waver. “Because it is the only bond that does not break. Because mortal breath falters. Because every day I feel you s

“I have something else. Something that might make this worth your while.” He stilled. “Oh?” I hesitated, but I had no choice but to tell him. “I’m Moonbound.” For the first time since he appeared, Damien actually looked surprised. His expression was unreadable, but something flickered behind his crimson gaze. Curiosity. Intrigue. “Moonbound,” he echoed, as if tasting the word. I nodded. “I—I don’t know the full extent of what I can do. But I’ve had visions. Of the past. The future. I can manipulate silver. I can bend shadows.”

The kiss was charged with overwhelming tension and burning longing—an expression of a fierce desire stored up in his chest over days, and her desperate need to lose herself in his warmth, escaping the memories of betrayal that haunted her. ​The heat of their mingling breaths set their bodies ablaze, the flame consuming every distance and every past restraint. Eileen clung tightly to his shirt, as though he were her very last hope in this life, while he absorbed her disappointment and pain with every passing second, consuming the bitterness of what she had endured with his overpowering aura.

I blame the bond, fate, the Goddess, this cursed love. All I want now is for the pain to go numb. I want it quiet. I want to forget the images, the words, the truth tearing me apart. I just want to forget. I wriggle in his arms, trying to pull away, but he doesn’t loosen his hold at first. I feel trapped, smothered by his scent, by the bond, by everything he represents. ‘I just want to forget,’ I whine in my head as tears spill freely down my face.

When the final roar of the shadow cut through the night and faltered, when the forest itself seemed to exhale at the cessation of its threat, Kenneth pulled me against him fully, arms wrapping around my body, chest to chest, lips brushing mine in a kiss that was not born of fear but of desire, intimacy, and the recognition that the tether between us had become absolute, unbreakable, and eternal, and in that press of his body, in the warmth and gravity of his presence, I felt a profound clarity, a pulse of love, trust, and survival that tethered us irrevocably, a bond that had been forged in fire and blood, sharpened in chaos, and now burned brightly in the night as an unassailable truth that

Suki shook her head slowly, “Please, we can’t.” “I can’t get you out of my head,” he purred in her ear, “you take over every thought I have. All I want is you. The Moon Goddess wants it, so why fight it, love? Why push me away?” Her voice stuttered as her breathing became heavier, “We just… can’t. Trust me.” She looked down at his lips as she gripped his shirt, fighting all the urges bubbling within her.

His grip tightened on my hips, and my pulse jumped, desire simmering just beneath my skin. I bit my lip, fighting to keep my voice steady. I want him like this, teetering on the edge, ready to lose control. “I need to know you’re ready,” he said, his voice thick and strained. His hands tightened on my hips, a slow burn sparking to life deep within me. I nodded, words sticking in my throat. Trust. Desire. Anticipation. Caught between craving and the thrill of surrender. I nodded again, trusting him completely despite the thrill of the unknown.

I immediately came out of my lusting mind and pushed her off my lap. "What happened" girl asked "Nothing, you can leave. I am not interested" i said "Why, we were enjoying a lot!!! We can have a lot of more fun than that. Let’s go to my place" she suggested "I said, LEAVE" I shouted She immediately left. I again glanced at my hand where my ring was shining. FUCK!!! Now I cannot even enjoy myself due to certain someone. I left the bar immediately. After 2 days, Khurana Mansion