Novel & Cerita Choices Immortal Desires

I wanted to run out of there to tell James all I knew. "I know what you are thinking. Too bad you won't be able to alert him," Emily said to me, smiling. "This is what you will do instead," she said. She stood up and walked up to me. "You will take a flight to Eastwood and submit yourself to Caspian for marriage. Not like he wants you that bad, but he wants to hurt James, so taking his bed warmer from him would be a nice way to do it. If you refuse, Luna Tia and Alpha Luke will be killed. Also, we have our men on Luna Stacy and Alpha Aesop. They, too, will die for it. We all know how this war will play out, but the people of Woodclaw would never submit to Alpha Caspian. In fact, they are the

She pondered the path she was now willing to tread, a path that required openness, understanding, and a willingness to explore uncharted territories of desire and intimacy. The journey ahead appeared daunting, but Lily felt a sense of empowerment. She realized that embracing Kade's desires and allowing herself to explore this uncharted terrain was not just for his sake—it was also for her own self-discovery. As the pieces of the puzzle fell into place, Lily acknowledged that love, in its truest form, demanded a willingness to understand, accept, and grow together.

"You're so sure when they're not your mate but you don't know how to identify the one?" "Some with the experience say there is instant attraction" the alpha wolf answered. "Others say that you would not be able to let her go." "How are you sure that's not Charlene Hayford?" Calvin asked seriously. "I've been thinking about her a lot lately and trust me, this is not my primal desires talking." "You feel the attraction, I don't." "What's the difference?" Calvin asked. "You were already in my head the first day I saw her." "You're right, that's your primal desires talking" the wolf responded. "This person in question, male or female would arouse and be an object of your feral Desires. My desire

"T-Tank you. You don't look bad yourself, Callan." He cringed, and I laughed. " How do you know it's me?" He asked me surprise. I stuttered and blushed. He chuckled. "It's okay. I hate that name." My brows furrowed. "What Callan?" "I don't know it's just.. I know I don't really know you but, my dad has been hard on me with his company's, and it becomes stressful you know? I'm his last option, and I couldn't deny the offer." I nodded, and he continued. "My older brother Zamiel denied my dad's offer because he had a passion for singing, and second-oldest brother Stab, is pursing his acting career and taking care of his son and his wife." He licked his full pink lips as he stared up at the sky.

“For earlier…for the slap…For… all of it…It won’t happen again.” I looked up at her. “Are you still in love with him? Tell me the truth.” She hesitated and then sat on the armchair across from me. “I wouldn’t call it love…Not anymore. It’s… something else..a pull…a forbidden soulmate thing I can’t explain and can’t kill but I chose James…. I choose him every day.” I nodded slowly. “That’s my problem too Celine… I don’t want to marry Rachel…I did at some point but now I don't even know…maybe I thought I could have both…Fix it later…but now?” I laughed without humor.

. They disappeared down the hall, but my chest was still tight with the pressure of what had just happened. Nikolai turned to me, his expression softening just a fraction. “Sorry about earlier,” he said, and I hated that part of me that wanted to believe he meant it. “Had something important to handle.” Amelia warning echoed in my mind. He’s dangerous. I shook it off. I didn’t belong here. Didn’t belong in this world. Because this ship—this life, the humans on it will all be forgotten and I’d be gone. Back to my own life. We finally made it into the room, the keypad clicking green, and the door slid open. Nikolai tossed his jacket on the bed, turning to face me. His brows furrowed wh

“Trapped in duty forever. I want you to live but I also want my own life. Both desires are authentic. Which do I choose?” “Ten seconds.” The Architect is watching with clinical interest as my son struggles between authentic desires that conflict. “This is the test,” it observes. “Conflicting genuine wants forcing choice that reveals which authenticity dominates. Love for mother versus self-preservation. Both programmed, both real. Which wins?” “Five seconds.” Dante opens his mouth to volunteer— And Alistair’s consciousness does something that stops everyone. He manifests fully from werewolf collective, pulling himself together one more time despite being dead.

To any onlooker, he was the picture of focus—watching, assessing, correcting posture or technique with a sharp word when needed, commanding respect with every slow pace he took along the railing But his mind was far from the recruits. Many women had come and gone through the harem—beautiful, obedient, broken in time. None had held Winter’s attention the way Scarlett did. Not even Imogen, who had borne his son and heir, who had worn the Luna’s crown for a year, who had died in the very chambers where Scarlett now lay, bringing the boy into the world. Imogen had been a prize of war, a political necessity, a vessel for an heir. Imogen had been duty. Scarlett was something else. Desire. Somethin

To feel that love forever, that was all I wanted. His gaze darkened, piercing me with a weight that was both terrifying and intoxicating. “There will be no going back from this, Natalie,” he said, his voice a dangerous whisper. “You cannot wake one day and decide you want humanity again. You will be like me. Like my mother. Always. Immortal. Are you sure you want this existence, always waking beside me, always bound to me, forever? What if eternity wearies you? What if one day you long to move on, to taste another life, and regret this choice?”

I smiled but it didn’t reach my eyes, the more I was staying closer to him, the more my body was burning with the desire to touch him, be near him, to feel the spark that only he was capable of making me feel. “Before anything, we are mates. You will never be able to deny the connection. If you want, then reject me and die with me, Rabbit.” He opened his arms widely, stepping away from me as if he was some kind of God. He was smirking, knowing that I would never be able to reject him. The rejection meant death for both of us and the separation means going through the hell of desire. “Let the desires win, Natalia. I can read your mind and your body, you’re flustering.” He purred huskily and a