Deadly Desires Novels & Stories

The day I inherited Grandpa's "Peacemaker," I received a call from myself, ten years in the future. "Sienna, don't give that gun to Lorenzo." I obeyed without question. That night, forced to use his faulty Glock, Lorenzo was beaten into a vegetative state during a duel. Guilt nearly broke me, but my parents nursed me back to health. Or so I thought. "You idiot," my future self sneered. "It was a lie to get you on the operating table. They want your heart for your brother!" Finding a transplant agreement in my father's study, I publicly severed ties with the Morettis. Only later, after Lorenzo died from rejection, did I learn they just needed my rare blood, not my heart. I wanted to return and atone, but the phone rang again. "Your parents will kill you for honor. Don't go back." I waited. But instead of assassins, news arrived: the Morettis had been slaughtered by rivals. I bolted for home, only to be mowed down by a black sedan. As I died, I couldn't understand why my future self had orchestrated my end. Then I opened my eyes. I was back at the ceremony.

When all the inhabitants of this big city where everyone falls into the dark world of the fog of passion, in a city where everyone was involved in conspiracy schemes, the search for love and manipulation through the authorities who are involved in power games , control and seduction, in which they were being bought and manipulated, giving their greatest gifts of love, hate and envy, in those who are in search of their greatest desires and desires, those who seek the mystery of the intensity of true love. Come to my side, embark on a world of pleasures of the hidden darkness of desires, in the darkness of the heart moved by your greatest pleasures, on your journeys in your world of desires in which you are increasingly involved in the darkness of your greatest sins, in a world tales that show reality and seduction, between tales of pleasure, pain, love and romances between businessmen Even with an ending to move forward, even remembering forever, when that's what you needed, and what everyone needed was high expectations, in your favor, even thinking about it, when it was easy to show how different everything can be. Even now, in his relationship, with everyone in his life, new friendships, lovers, with the best way of being himself, but manipulating everyone around him, being that basically, supporting and changing everything the world and his city do. involved himself in big parties, events and countless trips, in addition to festivals and holidays, he controls everyone's lives. Today nothing has changed, that feeling he had when he couldn't do anything, it took years for him to be certain that he could never again be accused of arriving too late, that his relatives should have died naturally, but it wasn't a peaceful death.

“You don’t speak with your mouth full,” Salvatore muttered from above me, his fingers digging deep into my skull as he emptied himself down my throat. .... Getting himself out of danger is something Miguel is used to. After all, he had survived those long years with his mother who made life hell for him. But this new danger is not like anything Miguel has seen. Salvatore would stop at nothing to turn him into a pet, mark him, and own him while killing anyone who got in his way. Salvatore’s obsession is heavy, but so are Miguel’s needs. This new danger will burn them, raising a storm that would threaten lust, love, and desire. But this time, will Miguel be able to resist?

My blood-bonded mate lied to me. He said our bond—a bond of centuries—was fading. It was all for his new lover, Josie. He wanted to let her play princess. He denied me my rightful place. I was walking down a hall lined with ancient tapestries when I heard Josie’s voice, sweet and laced with venom. “Darling, if you make me your princess, just for a little while, can you taste me every night? But… won’t that old relic Lydia get suspicious? Your bond has lasted three centuries, after all.” “What can she do? She can’t leave this castle, and she needs my blood to survive.” Milton’s voice dripped with contempt. “That fool, Lydia. I told her the bond was fading, and she actually believed our connection was broken. Even if she knew the truth, she’d just hand over the Eternal Chalice without a fight and go back to being a quiet little Dreamweaver. You’re the only princess in my heart, my little wildcat.” I froze. And I let him believe his lie was safe. Then, a pain sharp enough to kill a mortal ripped through my soul. The bond shattered. I turned and melted into the shadows. Let them think their little play is flawless. They’ll soon find out what this “fool” is truly capable of.

My sister wanted to make a quick buck selling herself on a cruise ship. I tried desperately to stop her, but my entire family held me down and drowned me in the ocean instead. When I opened my eyes again, I was back at the moment before she left. This time, I smiled while helping her with her makeup. "Let me send you off properly, sis." Later, her screams echoed through the nightmare aboard that ship. I stood safe in the arms of a mafia Don who held me close. "Figlia, your Papa finally found you." Meanwhile, my adoptive parents and sister were on their knees across the deck, begging me to spare their worthless lives.

I was eight months pregnant, at a charity gala with my husband, Don Massimo, when a rival family hit us. The crowd panicked. I was shoved to the floor, hard. Blood everywhere. Massimo lost his mind, screaming for medics, desperate to save my baby. But when I woke up, they were gone. Both of them. No baby, no Massimo. I remembered the gunfire, Massimo shielding me with his body. A cold dread washed over me. I hauled myself into a wheelchair and raced down the hall. That’s when I heard them—Massimo and the doctor. "Boss, I'm sorry. We did everything we could. The baby… he didn't make it." Tears streamed down my face. They killed my baby. The rival family killed my baby. But his next words shattered my world. "There was only one medical team. I had to make a choice. Bianca… she was carrying my child, too." Massimo sighed, then gave the order. "No one tells Arabella. She'll raise Bianca's son as her own. He will be my only heir." I slapped a hand over my mouth, my vision blurred by tears as I turned away. The man I loved was a lie. Fine. If he wants a war, he'll get one.

On Father's Day, I received a heartwarming gift. My one-year-old son called me Dad for the first time. But moments later, he convulsed, foamed at the mouth, and died before we could reach the hospital. My wife was shattered, and I was devastated. The doctors couldn't identify the cause of his death. Three years later, my wife emerged from her grief, and we welcomed our second child. But the moment this child called me Dad, they, too, died instantly. To spare her further pain, I suggested adoption. Yet, even our adopted children met the same fate. Unable to bear the losses, my wife divorced me. Everyone said I was cursed, never meant to be a father. Defiant, I remarried and had another child, vowing never to let them call me Dad. For years, we adhered to this rule. But when our daughter turned four, she came home from preschool, eager to celebrate Father's Day. Holding a card, she read aloud, "Dad."

One life for another. That is the rule of the Aftergame. Lena was a ghostwriter who lived in the shadows—until a devastating betrayal by her sister pushed her into the path of a speeding truck. She expected the void. Instead, she woke up in a sadistic, system-driven purgatory where the dead must compete for a second chance at life. In this gore-soaked nightmare, survival has a name: Riven. A lethal player with eyes like cold flint, Riven breaks the game’s cardinal rule to save Lena, making them both targets of the system’s wrath. But as they reach the final level, the horrific truth unvails. Riven isn’t a player. He is the Executioner—a sentient program designed to mimic love, only to deliver the ultimate soul-crushing betrayal. But Riven has developed a terminal malfunction: he truly loves her. Now, Lena is back in the land of the living, but the world is starting to pixelate. To save her, the machine that was meant to kill her has built her a cage. And in the Aftergame, mercy is the most terrifying fate of all.

His hands pinned my wrists above my head against the cold library stacks as he thrust deep inside me, hard and relentless. “Say it,” Wesley growled against my ear, voice rough with need. “Tell me this pussy is mine, Samantha.” I bit back a moan, hating how much I needed him, hating how my body betrayed me with every wet slap of skin. “Fuck you,” I gasped, even as I wrapped my legs tighter around his waist. But we both knew the truth. I was already addicted. ————- Samantha Williams is a focused literature student and proud virgin, but one night of overhearing raw sex through her thin dorm walls changes everything. She meets Wesley Adams, the arrogant, cocky basketball star who turns her world upside down. What starts as pure hatred explodes into angry kisses in the rain and risky, addictive hook-ups. But Wesley’s teammate, kind-hearted Donald Brook, offers the gentle stability Wesley never will. Trapped between intense passion and safe love, Samantha must survive academic pressure, jealousy, and her own awakening desires. Will she choose safety… or surrender to the man who makes her lose control? Dorm Room Desires— Enemies to lovers has never been this filthy. Warning ⚠️: This book contains explicit content, so stay away if you are not ready to ruin your panties.

(Completed) He rolls his eyes, "Quit acting like you aren't absolutely aware of everything you have been doing with your eyes for a while now." "I'm not," I insist, my eyes trying to stay focused on him "lusting over you is different from doing the deed, and I haven't forgotten what you have done." He makes his way over to me and stops only when his body is a few inches away from mine and I can literally feel the heat coming off of his as I try to stay still. "Then punish me, chain or tie me up, whip me with whips, slap me, kick me, scream and call me names if you want and take your frustration out on me. Let me try to make it up."