Choices Immortal Desires Book 3 Novels & Stories

"If killing him puts a stop to this madness, then I'd do it. Because if thing's continues like this, the world would fall apart." "So be it!" She shouted. "No" Calvin mumbled. "You don't really want that." "You know nothing about what I really want", she spat. "You could not give me what I truly desired and you stand there, thinking you know me?" "I'm sorry", Calvin said as he lowered his head. He knew that his attraction towards her had not just been driven by lust. But when the mating bond kicked in, he was helpless and now, there was someone else he wanted to be really be with.

Agatha met his gaze and simply replied, “No.” Brett gave her a puzzled look. “What did you just say?” “I said no,” Agatha repeated, surprising herself as well. But she knew her defiance stemmed from a desperate desire to survive and outwit her enemies. Agatha had been dreaming of breaking free from her exhausting life for so long. But when the opportunity finally presented itself, she let it slip away without a second thought. Brett could sense her desperation as he saw the flames burning in her eyes. "Do you really want to pass up this chance?" Brett offered her an escape once more.

No big surprise, the best and best "go West. When all of these vile beings have been lost to time, will they return as the souls of a new race? I trust in God... These French ladies partake in their crepe shroud, their high-obeyed shoes, and their short dark skirts; even a cousin is close to enough for the features of misfortune. — Could any of us, at any point, feel trouble now? I think not. Yet again, Maurice has his purposes. Were I a man, I ought to disdain Maurice. He is such a great animal, such a giver. holder of one of the extremely rich—and devoted as well. Does he not pander to my every extravagant desire and acquire me whatever I immediately want? What a difference a complete murd

I could nearly hear people’s thoughts and feel their pain. The smell of alcohol, cigarette, blood thirst and lust clung to my nostrils like dust. My eye sight became enhanced and it felt like I could nearly see past the present. I forced my way out of the club and was intercepted by the rock-like man at the entrance. I knocked him away and ran out from the hall. If the glass doors hadn’t been open, I would have broken through them. I ran to my car, fumbled for the remote in my pocket and unlocked the door. I jumped into the car and slammed the door. My arms shook tremendously and became sweaty.

he added, escaping. "I will kill you!" I said and followed him to our room. I did not hesitate to kill the hell out of him after I finally cornered him. "I was lying about the book," he said as he shielded himself. "She is really reading that time and looking back at us." he continued. I stopped hitting him. He sat properly. "When she did that, we ran outside the library because we were scared. That is why we learned that it was not just a rumor." He said.

“Yes. If she’s an enemy of those witches, then we could be allies.” “And if not?” “Then I’ll deal with it.” Maddox pulled out the stained thick pages with words written in blood and placed it on the table. “Aidan gave me these papers. He found them in her pocket.” She didn’t touch it. Instead, she leaned over and read the title, “A Song of Love and Death Magic.” Maddox nodded. She read the beginning lines, “From first sight, the moon-touched loved the Goddess so much that they never feared the night.”

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 wanted this memory permanently burned into her mind so she’d know that we’d dragged the forbidden into the light together, and now all three of us were trapped in the ruin of it. “Fuck, princess,” Zade groaned, licking a dark path up her chest to her collarbone, just as she bit my neck softly, driving me straight over the edge. Nyxaria came first, her moan echoing bouncing off the walls and a second later, Zade and I snapped right behind her, completely unraveling. The only sound that filled the room was the ragged sound of our breathing as we caught our breath.Then Nyxaria climbed off my lap and Zade stood up, shattering the lust-induced haze.

“Because from where I’m standing, you’re glowing like you just won the lottery, not like someone executing a calculated takedown.” I looked down at my bare feet. “It felt real.” “That’s the problem.” “If it was you Christina…if your own blood sister paid your ex to crawl back into your life just to marry you and destroy you from the inside, what would you do, Christina? Would you be noble? Would you let it go?” Her jaw tightened as she stared at me for a long beat. Then her shoulders dropped. “I’d burn the whole thing down.” “Exactly.” She sighed and then rubbed her temple.

I tug my breeches up loosely, not bothering to lace them, and let my head fall back, staring at the flickering shadows from the dying fire. My mind drifts to how far I’ve come, or fallen, into this isekai mess. “Okay, brain, recap time,” I murmur to myself, voice barely above a whisper. It’s a habit from my old life, talking through fan theories alone in my apartment. “In Thorns of Desire, Cillian’s supposed to be this untouchable scholar, topping everyone in his path, building his harem without a hitch. But me? I bottomed for Ardyn on day one, topped them both awkwardly, and now we’re in a threesome competition? Plot’s derailed big time.” I chuckle softly, running a hand through Cillian’s b