Novel & Cerita Choices Immortal Desires

“To protect you. From him. From Alaric. This door… I fashioned it from the remnants of my energy, from your attraction to me. He cannot enter as long as you still… want me here.” The words hung in the humid air. Siron felt her face flush. Want? Yes, there was a part of her that did want Morat, but… “I don’t understand.” The shadow behind the curtain became a little clearer. She could see the silhouette of his shoulders, the tilt of his head. “Our bond is not just about blood or curses. It is about desire. You desire freedom, yet also power. You desire affection, yet also to be claimed. I feel all of it. And here, in this small space, your desire creates a fortress.”

Charlotte shook her head. “No.” Riven frowned. “Then what is it?” Charlotte looked out at the horizon. “It’s resisting.” And sometimes— That was enough. For now. Far away, Malcolm opened the next file. He had refined control. He had perfected influence. Now— He would test something deeper. PROJECT: DESIRE ENGINE Because if you could shape not just choices— But what people wanted— Then freedom itself… Would become irrelevant. Back in Iceland, Charlotte felt the shift again. Stronger. Closer. And this time— She didn’t feel uncertain. She felt ready.

Warning: This is not your regular soft romance.This is the kind of forbidden collection that ruins self-control. Within these pages you will find stories of people who know better… but choose to break the rules anyway. Temptation becomes obsession,chemistry becomes addiction. Forbidden connections that start with a single look and end with someone on their knees, begging for more. In the heat of forbidden desires you will encounter characters who cross every line they swore they would never cross, therefore surrendering to their deepest, wettest desires. Neighbors who watch in the dark. Professors who turn private lessons into something far more dangerous. Bosses who demand complete sur

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?"

“Then he’s not your mate at all. We talked about this. Even asshole Victor has a mate. Even if we have a baby together, we’re not mated so there’s no love. ” “I don’t get it. Why can’t I have free will to love who I want to?” “The universe brings your mate, mouse, and they will love, honor and cherish you. They won’t hurt you or hit you or cheat on you. It’s a blessing.” Her shaking body told him she was crying. “Fancy face, don’t do this…” “What did you call me?” “Would you rather be mouse?” “You called me...” “I figured it’d be a nice change from mouse, fancy face,” Walker smiled, as she rolled back over, wiping her tears away.

He continued. "I am the Alpha son. My name is Alaric White. Until a few hours ago, I had zero interest in girls. They are just like this appetizer for me. I never take them seriously, like a main course. But you.. you are different, Ana. I want to get acquainted with you. A beautiful purple lady. Your choices are unique, whether it is pastry or dress. I know it is very fast to say, but yes, I like you. " His honeyed eyes show his sincerity, but I suddenly get up. I didn't want to be torn between political games and conspiracies.

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.

DARK DESIRES TRAPPED WITH THE MAFIA BOSS Written By Adura EPISODE TWENTY (A SNEAK PEAK OF THE PAST) "I heard she's the only daughter of the Carmen" "So many deficiencies in the world, How could she be choose to be dumb?, Fate was so cruel on her" "Can't believe she can't speak" "She can't voice her own opinion" "She's such a curse" "Her hair is intimidating" "I'm sure she's a witch"

So hot and spicy as some Chinese cuisine. Vikas's left hand gets up as he roams hand over her milky desirable body. He is a lucky bastard too to get such amazing assets in just one girl. It is difficult to get all your desirable arousing assets in one girl. But is it true and that girl is literally acting as his slut, not because he wants her to act as whore but because she herself expresses she wants to be his sperm disposal bank without wanting to cause him any trouble. This is the real heaven that Vikas had ever achieved in his life. Fucking an immature beautiful teenage girl in his mid-50s.

In her eyes flickered a strange blend of demonic fire and feminine desire. “But we’re here. I’m alive. And so are you.” Her hand drifted to the buttons of Jake’s shirt. “And right now, I don’t want to talk about the past. I don’t want strategies or hybrids. I just want to feel you, Jake. The way you promised me in the forest.”