Choices Immortal Desires Novels & Stories

"I would, and I will if we decide to turn our relationship into something permanent." My mouth twisted wryly. "I don't think Ash wants me to become immortal." Her eyebrow shot up. "Because he didn't want you to turn from Calvel's blood? Well, I can totally understand him." I threw my hands up in frustration. "Why?" She laughed again. "Because Calvel would be the one who sired you. You and he would share a bond. I would kill a bitch who would sire my lover instead of me." I nodded, processing her words. "So… it's not like Ash didn't want me to turn. He just didn't want Calvel to become my sire?"

My heart wanted what it wanted, even though it might not be good for us. Tired of dancing, Kirk and I returned to the VIP section, where Kimberly was trying her best to get intimate with Caleb by sticking her tongue in his ear, and he seemed to be making an effort to control the situation. Kirk cleared his throat to announce our presence, and she pulled away from Caleb. I saw her tongue go back into her mouth, and it disgusted me. I doubted it disgusted Caleb because there was lust in his eyes. I was mad at how easy it was for her to get his attention. Was it that men did not fancy strong women? I had heard some people talk about preferences, and it seemed like a girl had to pretend to be du

When I thought self-denial was maturity, when I believed love meant never asking for more. Daniel never yelled. He didn’t slam doors. He didn’t cheat in the traditional sense, but he did something worse. He made me feel small without raising his voice. Invisible without walking away. Tame without ever touching me. I remember once — maybe a year before things cracked — I asked him if he still desired me. He looked up from his emails and said, “Of course. You’re beautiful.” “That’s not what I asked.” He sighed. “Ariana, desire changes. It evolves. It’s not about fire. It’s about foundation.”

while Maria got all her father's love and affection, Amber got heads turning everywhere she went because of her extraordinary beauty and tender soul. "Happy birthday sister and congratulations,dad and I have the best present for you I can barely contain my excitement. I am sure you will DIE for it." She said emphasising the word die. Amber paid no attention to her sister but decided to sit and wait for her to finish her blubbering because she knew better than to walk away from her bossy sister would get her in trouble with the father.

The visions sharpened all three at once. Dead together. Alive but scarred. Alone and free. Maybe none of them are fully accurate. Maybe all of them are real in some corner of possibility. My throat burned. “I don’t want any of them,” I said. “I know,” she said. “I want—” My voice broke. I swallowed hard. “I want us. All of us. Alive. Free. Whole.” “That desire,” she said softly, “is what she has been feeding on. And what she fears most.”

“But you cannot win with violence. I offer something greater. A pact. Submit to me. Let me taste your bond. Let the child be my vessel. In return, I will grant you true immortality. Not the Matriarch’s stolen years. Eternal life. Together. As my consorts. Ruling this world and the realms beyond.” Its tentacles of light extended, brushing against Alex’s swollen belly. The child kicked in response, humming with dark approval. The touch sent a wave of divine pleasure through Alex—deeper, purer, more overwhelming than anything the mutation had inflicted. His cock hardened fully, spurting fresh pre-cum into his trousers. His hole clenched, dripping slick down his thighs. Damian strained against t

They were meant to be. Immortals believe that you have found the one if you are able to match each other’s strength and desire, it was evident that she and Ezra were a perfect match and she knows it, but her heart, if she had any, is yearning for the gentleness and peace that she felt when she was with Zeeb. In her heart, she felt like she was cheating on him, but if this is what it takes to keep him safe and always have moments with Zeeb, she will do it. Even if it meant she needs to sell her soul to the devil, the man who is lying beside her completely satisfied and asleep.

"This choice is permanent. Irreversible. They'll forget you every night. Remember nothing every morning. You'll start over daily. Forever. Until you die naturally. Are you certain this is what you want?" "No." I admit. "I'm not certain. I hate this. I choose it anyway. Because the alternatives are worse. Because I refuse to die now. Refuse to forget them myself. Refuse to become the Absolute. This. This torture. This daily heartbreak. This endless starting over. It's the only way. So I choose it. Make it happen. Send me back. Make them forget. Give me immunity. Let me suffer. Let me win. Let me be Aurora. Loving unloved. Knowing unknown. Choosing unchosen. Forever."

Naya Hart If you just finished reading this, let's say a prayer together. Oh Lord, forgive me for I have sinned. 🙏🏽 And honestly? I am not even sorry. If you made it all the way to the end of Forbidden Desires — from Ruin Me Stepfather down to My boyfriend ,y stepbrother, you are built differently and I respect you deeply. 😭🖤 This book was never for the faint of heart. It was for the ones who read with the door locked and the brightness turned all the way down.

I furrowed my brow, and with another blink, his gaze turned cold again. “Step away if you don't want this to fall over you,” he warned coldly. My lips parted, and I quickly moved away from the tree. My throat tightened as I recalled his gaze from earlier. His eyes were gentle, sweet, and wishful. I also saw the longing and unfulfilled desire. That might be my imagination, right? Like the images I saw when my head throbbed. I can’t imagine Silas being soft towards me. That’s beyond imagination and surely will not happen. Given his cold demeanor towards me, his being affectionate was an impossible notion.