Choices Immortal Desires Book 3 Novels & Stories

Her story unfolds in layers: through the haunting grip of her dreams, the unraveling of a once-promising engagement, and the magnetic pull of a man who exists both in her subconscious and in the shadows of her waking life. This book explores the power of instinct, the destruction that lies in deceit, and the healing that only truth, however painful,can bring. You may find pieces of yourself in Jacqueline. In her strength. In her silence. In the storm she learns to survive. This is a story about second chances, about trusting the unknown, and about the dangerous beauty of a love that finds you when you least expect it, and refuses to let go. With heart, [Dee-Jay] Jacqueline’s POV

he continued, his thumb gently stroking my jawline, "when you looked at me like you were drowning but still wouldn't reach for my hand... I did my assignment, Sophia. I look into the things that intrigue me. And you, Mrs. Hawthorne, are quite intriguing." He paused, his gaze intensifying. "It was quite interesting, actually. How badly Daniel wants to use you. To put you on a leash, in the disguise of an open marriage, while he is free to do exactly as he pleases. He calls it 'liberation.' I call it control. A subtle, insidious kind of control." He took another step closer, his body eclipsing the light from the window. He moved until I was caged in the armchair, his arms resting on the leathe

{Lyra} I stared at him, heart pounding so loud it echoed in my ears. He turned and began to walk away, but not before tossing the vial back up, catching it neatly. “Sweet dreams, little witch.” The silence that followed his footsteps echoed louder than any scream. The vial’s glow still flickered behind my eyelids. He wanted to finish what Alissa started. He wanted to seal the curse and tie it with a pretty bow made of my blood. My life. And for what? Immortality? What use was a sad life that never ended? No useful bonds formed.

“After all, the first thing she handed me was a forbidden book about genies. I was nine years old. I learn how to hide from them all. You’re wrong about one thing. I’m not a phony. I am intelligent because I forced myself to be. My kind has no place in this world and I taught myself everything. I excelled at everything because I had to survive, to become strong. I always considered this place home till I left. And that’s when I realized. Mistfall Wilderness Camp will never accept me as who I am. But there are others who will, who have. And they are the people who now have my loyalty!” I stare at her, “What about Jesse?” Rachel raises a brow, “Jesse will realize one day that his place is alwa

Dumbledore’s POV: “Whatever you so desire, a trip to the best resort at Hawaii or the beautiful places in Florida or even California.” I rubbed my hand through her right hand. They were smooth and soft and I couldn’t wait any longer to strip her naked. For me, it was all a miracle how she got to accept my offer but I saw the fear in her eyes when she heard I was a business associate of her alpha and when I told her all I had discussed with Darwin, she had no other option than to submit to my offer.

Standing a few cm from him, she could clearly see the desire in the man. He was taller than her but shorter than Christian. He was clean shaven, spotting a mixture of silver and black on his head. In all honesty, the man didn't look a day older than 40. He was lean, with no belly fat like one would expect. "I have always desired to feel you bend over this desk and fuck you like you've never been fucked before." Isabelle's jaw gaped. She pushed the chair behind her and sidestepped him when he moved closer. Her palms had begun to sweat, and her shoulders were rising up quickly. Blood boiled beneath her skin. "How fucking dare you? What is wrong with you?"

org Subject: Re: Inquiry: Les Plaisirs Interdits (1782) Date: March 6, 2026, 11:42 PM Senna, I think we crossed from academic to speculative several emails ago. But since we’re speculating, let me offer a different interpretation. Maybe the missing section isn’t about negotiation. Maybe it’s about anticipation. They leave the ballroom together, walk through dark hallways, every step building tension. They don’t speak because words aren’t necessary. The wanting is clear. When they finally reach the chamber, they’re already wound so tight that the smallest touch would shatter them.

Hi!!! Just wanted to pop in and say thank you for taking the time to read my work. This is the final book in my Unspoken Trilogy. Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!! Book 1 - Unspoken Promises Book 2 - Unspoken Truths Book 3 - Unspoken Desires If you’re starting this novel without reading the previous books - you may get a little lost with all the characters and the fast paced events. ——————————- Chapter 1

“Good to know your desire to fuck me defeats your desire to kill me.” I jerk my gaze away, shame scalding me. “You’re mad.” “Am I?” He boldly cups a breast, expertly rolling my nipples between his fingers in a move that has a reluctant moan slipping past my tightly shut lips. “Or are you just as much of a liar as you are a killer?” My hand shoots up to smack his hand away but he catches it quickly. I draw my other hand back, a confusing mixture of rage and lust winding through me as I think about the best way to end him.

His eyes fueled with desire, longing to indulge in her, yet finding the simplest action, like lifting his hand from the bed, was seemingly impossible for him. Closing his eyes in frustration, he stammered, "I... I couldn't... I couldn't fulfill your wishes." As the words hung in the air, Rose came to a sudden realization; it dawned on her that he was handicapped. The weight of the truth hit her – a person who couldn't even move his fingers, how could he possibly satisfy her needs? The sadness enveloped them both in that somber moment of understanding.