Choices Immortal Desires Book 3 Novels & Stories

Soon, my brain stopped giving me danger signals as I slowly gave in to lust. "I longed for you for so long. I want to be one with you," She said and grabbed my stick. "Ah!" Before I knew it, I moaned from the pleasure I felt at the moment she touched my Arsh junior. I looked down and realized I had no clothes over my body. I was as naked as a red butted monkey. My body never felt so heated before. It was giving in to the carnal desires without my consent. Heck! It had my consent.

I said, "remains mine to know for now. What matters is this… our foothold inside that palace remains entirely intact, regardless of Wren's necessary sacrifice. Every conversation held within those walls, every grieving embrace, every desperate declaration of love and loyalty currently binding those three men together more tightly than ever before all of it continues feeding exactly what we need, whether they realize it or not." "And when the Flame finally wakes fully?" I smiled, slow and terrible, watching lightning fracture the sky one final time before the storm below began, gradually, to still. "Then love will have finished exactly what death alone could never accomplish," I said quietly.

The heat of his desire colliding with hers undoes her resolve, piece by piece. He's the only man she's ever loved, the only man who occupies her thoughts every night and day, the one whose forbidden desire she couldn't resist. “ My prince.” His name rolled out of her tongue almost like a whisper. Fear crept in where desire bloomed. Her lashes fluttered as she mustered all her strength to push away from him. Her pulse races, the lingering feeling of his hand and lips left a prickle against her skin. “ What's wrong?” He asked, amidst his ragged breath.

The line stretched between them—thin, trembling, and ready to break. And then— Daniel’s lips hovered at her throat, so close she felt the warmth of his breath on her skin. Not touching. But wanting. God, wanting. And in that fragile, breathless moment, everything inside her leaned toward him—her body, her pulse, and her hunger—knowing full well that once desire becomes action, nothing remains the same. Nothing.

She accepted the mask with a nod, understanding perfectly what was at stake. --- The ballroom of Xavier's mansion had been transformed into something out of a dark fairy tale. Crystal chandeliers cast a warm glow over the space, where black and gold decorations created an atmosphere of decadent luxury. Elaborate ice sculptures depicting the seven deadly sins were positioned throughout the room, slowly melting as the evening progressed—a reminder of the transient nature of power and pleasure.

He ordered and she walked to the end, she took a seat and he also did. “Sit upright.” He ordered and she did. “Both hands on the table.” He added and she obeyed. “Tell me what the book was about.” “B… BDSM.” She stuttered. Draven looked at her hands and noticed they were trembling. “Breath in Xalia.” He said and she inhaled. “And out.” He added and she exhaled. “Now, I want you to answer my questions without stuttering. If you stutter, I will get mad, do you want that?”

So which one was real? The mating bond that had shattered her heart or the love she'd built afterward with nothing but trust and choice? My gaze dropped to the soapy water coating my hands. Then my thoughts drifted to the triplets. To the pull I felt whenever they were near. To the ache whenever they were away. To the impossible longing that refused to loosen its grip. It felt real. Every part of me insisted it was, but… What if feelings could be manipulated? What if the bond drawing me to the triplets wasn't entirely natural?

She is smirking into his skin, her body limp and heavy with satisfaction. The dining table is crooked, the floor is messed up and stained, and the shattered pieces of the vase are scattered like diamonds across the floor. This is what our pride looks like when it’s laid bare. This is the wreckage of two men who tried to out-burn each other and ended up setting the whole house on fire. "You got what you wanted, didn't you?" Adam says. His voice is a ghost of a whisper, a low, gritty rasp. He doesn't look at me. He just keeps staring at the ceiling.

He held me close for a moment, trembling against me, before slowly letting go. I collapsed beside him, our heavy breaths mingling, hearts racing. “That… was incredible,” I whispered, every word still trembling on my lips. “I can still give you more than that,” he murmured, folding his hands behind his head as he lounged against the bed. I closed my eyes, letting out a long, shuddering breath, every nerve still humming from what we’d shared. I felt alive, craving more, as if I could sink into him forever. Even if tomorrow he returned to his cold, distant self, tonight had been mine, my secret fantasies fulfilled, my deepest desires brought vividly to life.

(DARK SINS II) DREAD AND DESPAIR. That is just a few of the needed ingredients to have that perfect greed to be born into this very world and book. And just how will that be? Simple, feed the vessel with the lies and let her experience such dread and despair firsthand. “Right?” Drawing a cunning smile as the three of them are watching the birth of the sin through the sacrificial lamp that is Chantal. Alliah giggles in her seat as she is amused by the plan JK pulled at hand.