Novel & Cerita Choices Immortal Desires

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.

I’m sitting on the edge of my bed with Avery in my lap straddling me as she moves around far too much. I brought the bottle of whiskey upstairs with us and we each had another drink and now Avery is practically attached to me. “I’m horny,” she moans in my ear before biting down gently on it. “Good,” I tell her. “So am I. It’ll make the game more fun.” “Touch me, please,” she says, reaching between us for my belt when I grab her hand. “Get on the bed,” I command and she does, getting into a kneeling position with her legs slightly spread. I take a sip of the whiskey and hold the dice in my hand. “Truth or dare.”

Although at the same time they could shape their future as they liked, the future had to be aligned with the one they loved. If Liam wanted to shape his future, his future had to include Jazmine in it because he had chosen her as his mate. He had to shape his future accordingly to her presence. Jay watched as Mira walked out from the pack mansion and headed towards her mate. He looked closely at her figure and noticed the malicious energy that was emitting from her body. That was why the Scythe of Death never wanted anyone else but her. Its thirst could only be sated when it tasted the dark desires from her. A demon wolf full of dark desires was like a magnet for bad things. She might have b

My heart was a mere piece of flesh, pounding, as if at the command of her eyes. My gaze dropped to her lips, and I wondered if it would be ok if I kissed her. I wanted to console her without being selfish or needy for her touch. But how could a mere mortal sit right beside his ambrosia and not be tempted to taste the forbidden immortality even when he knew he would burn away? “I want to dream, Carys. Just like you,” I said, looking at her ‘Home.’ “So even if it sounds pretentious, I wish to keep on dreaming until I make it my reality, our reality. I want to take us home, your Home.”

As she watched him being driven away, she knew that this was just the beginning of a complex and dangerous dance, one that would test the limits of her professionalism, her desire, and her very soul. This was the fourth criminal she was fucking and she knew she wasn't stopping anytime soon. These criminals are so hot and she wasn't ready to let go. Note: if you want more of Camila, you can request for it and I might create a book for that purpose.

Lost in his heat, in the unbidden desires that he awakened in me, in the way my body responded to his touch as if it had been waiting for this. Grayson growled low in his throat, the sound primal and full of possessive hunger. His hands slid down my back, and in one swift motion, he lifted me off the ground. I gasped, clinging to him, my legs wrapping around his waist without a second thought. The sudden sensation of being weightless, of being entirely at his mercy, only fueled the heat coursing through my veins.

Dante’s eyes darkened with triumph, and before she could take another breath, his lips crashed against hers. It wasn’t a gentle kiss. It was raw. Desperate. Consuming. His hands tangled in her hair, pulling her closer, and she melted into him, letting the weight of her choice settle over her. There was no turning back now. Dante had given her a choice. And she had chosen him. Forever. --- End of Chapter 40

It spiked my blood pressure. "Who wants to know?" I asked and turned to him. He had fully grown, well-trimmed beards, a pair of shallow eyeballs, a long nose and wide nostrils. His lips were black as night and the upper one hung out slightly above the lower one. His pupils were as pale as the Moon and his corneas were as white as peace. "I'm Kelvin, Son of..." he stopped. "Son of who? A gun or a bitch?" I asked him with a smirk.

“Sure you do. And you know why? Because humans live in a material world. They desire material things, no matter how pure their hearts. And no mortal can withstand temptation.” I snatched my hand back. “Fine then. You know what I want? My deepest desire?” He leaned in closer, grinning maliciously. “What wicked desire, my dear? Just say the word and it's yours.” “I...” I whispered dramatically. “Yes?” “Never want to see you again.”

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