Dark Desires Novels & Stories

Everything about him is dark. Dark mind. Dark heart. Dark soul. Being hated by Him is dangerous. But being wanted by Him is lethal. Get ready for a wild ride.

I place my hand on his cheek. He’s afraid of having me run away because of his tastes in sex. Still, I’ve fantasized about being tied down, spanked, punished, and mixing pain with pleasure. Nothing about me screams light. Darkness is what I know. Dark desires are what I crave. I don’t know much about my parent's sex life. Still, what I’ve accidentally stumbled upon, well, let's just say dark desires, seems to run in the family.

Arya please stop crying or am gonna cry too," Christie said using her thumb to clean her tears. How about Ronald, have you told him about it? Josh asked. No, but I think he's feeling more than I do, it's almost impossible for him to hide it even when our parents are present, guys this is really bad because it isn't just a normal attraction, this is deeply erotic, dark feelings, sexual cravings, I have wet dreams about him all the time, i get wet at little contact with him, I always imagine how it feels to have him inside of me and..... Ewww, stop, just stop already Arya, it's making me wanna puke right now no offence though, but this is really bad, it's incest, I can't believe this is happen

His mind, clouded by darkness, found pleasure in the thought of inflicting pain rather than witnessing happiness. His predatory gaze fixed on a particular she-wolf, caught in the vulnerable moment of getting ready to shift. As the demonic wolf that he was, his dark desires stirred, and he yearned to possess her for the night. The woman caught the distinct scent of his presence before she even laid eyes on him, but like all others, she found herself unable to flee. In his sinister presence, time seemed to halt, and everyone around them became statues, frozen in fear. “Wonderful,” he murmured, a sinister smirk playing on his lips as he traced his menacing claws

She could feel his warm breath going through his skin. “And you know what I do to naughty girls? I tie them. Their hands and feet then hang on the ceiling… naked. Then I whip them in the ass until I see blood on their skin and tears in their eyes. I do it again and again until it satisfies me!” Mateo suddenly taps the couch hard. “Pain! I don’t stop until I hear them beg and cry for help! Do you want it?” Clementine shouted and pushed Mateo. She couldn’t believe what Mateo had just said. She might still be a virgin but she knew that doing what he said was not normal!

I locked myself inside my room, the small box, under the bed, hiding from eyes, eyes that belong to me, eyes that are cussing at me, My bones are stained with sins, scorched from fires, broken by betrayal, soaked with blood so I have no right to impure that soul. Darkness seeks light not to gleam itself but to take it’s shine, consume it, kill it. And I’ll do my best to stay away from him. End it before starting it, the tears falling from my eyes might dry, but his blood on my hands will never fade. My soul is too dark for him, and if I remind myself about my murk, I’ll realize that I don’t deserve peace. “Grace…” I heard a knock on the door, my body flinched and I squatted into the smallest

PLEASE Read this is the only Authors note this book will have His Dark Existence is part 2 of His Dark Desires and it is different from the first. I also hope it would help shed light on a few issues in the society we live in. There's are a few themes which will be present in this part unlike the last, there are: 📌child molestation, 📌incest, 📌suicide 📌rape, 📌explicit content.

It was as if the spirits of Sodom and Gahmorah had inhabited the very island. Laughter and moaning mixed with the screams of Dark Desires floated on the air and caressed his senses like a lover begging to be embraced. Bernard couldn’t help but picture Margo tied up with chains and a leather collar around her slender milky neck. He wanted to trail his lips across her skin and sip from her the best nectar the world had ever presented. He wanted to trail his fingers across her skin and make her burn for him. Even if her eyes held hatred her body would betray her in the end and succumb to his whims. “Sir!” A woman’s panicked voice called to him dragging him from his wanton thoughts of Margo.

He could try, but he would certainly fail," I responded, my eyes trailing over the room, relishing the way some seemed to shrink from my gaze. In a room of a hundred people, I had blackmailed ninety-five, and I felt no remorse. They all deserved it and even if they didn't, what's done was done anyway. I knew what they called me—heard whispers of "the stone bitch," how they seemingly hated me and wished me dead. And yet, I knew many of those same men sought to sleep with me, to boast they had tamed the wolf. How ironic that I would gobble them up instead. "Do you think they know what the party is for?" Desiree asked, curling a lock of red hair around her finger. We looked at each other and sm

Fuck, little deer, if only you knew what I could give you. The pleasure, the fire, the darkness... the pure, unrelenting darkness I could pull you into. She doesn’t even know, does she? The darkness she craves, the twisted fantasies that Justin is too blind to see. She doesn’t want sweetness; she doesn’t want light. She wants to be touched by the shadows, to be scarred in ways that mark her as mine forever. To be claimed, branded. An hour passes like this, her body melting into mine, my cock throbbing with a need I can barely contain. It’s always her, only her. She whimpers in her sleep, and I watch as her hand slips between her legs. My breath hitches, my pulse racing.