Descent Books Novels & Stories

Hi!!! Just wanted to pop in and say thank you for taking the time to read my work. This is the final book in my Unspoken Trilogy. Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!! Book 1 - Unspoken Promises Book 2 - Unspoken Truths Book 3 - Unspoken Desires If you’re starting this novel without reading the previous books - you may get a little lost with all the characters and the fast paced events. ——————————- Chapter 1

His hands were still shaking. "Damian," he said again. It is softer, almost a whisper. I waited. He opened his mouth; his jaw trembled. Then he looked away. "Nothing. Never mind." He walked back to the couch. His footsteps were slow. Heavy. I walked to the table. I pulled out the notebook and opened it to a fresh page. Under the words "Caleb is the pipeline," I wrote new lines. Find the scarred man. Turn him. I closed the notebook and slid it back into my jacket.

Valerie arrived at the college early so she could stop by Holbert’s office and apologize for missing their book date on Monday night. She wore a knee-length skirt and a button-down top with the first couple of buttons open, exposing her creamy globes. With any luck, it would be enough for him to get a sneak peek and forgive her, and she wouldn’t need to do anything else to appease the old man. As much as Damien, Nick, and Ivy thought this would be a feather in her cap she could use later for something she needed, it still gave her the shivers just thinking about it. Holbert Warren was a perverted old man, and not in the way Damien was. No. If the rumors were true, the president of the colleg

He placed her on his bed gently like she was an egg that he didn’t want to break. He trailed his lips down to her boobs sucking on her perfect tits, while he took off his pants leaving only his briefs. He trailed up his neck taking in her sweet vanilla scent. He slowly pulled her panty off and her coochie lips where glistening with moist. A groan escaped his mouth and he took a moment to admire her body and he found her looking at her. Damon pulled her up slowly to him and she sat up straight. He took his briefs off, and stroked his dick while leaning down and giving her a kiss which she gladly returned.

After a few steps he regained his balance, and straitened up; but he no longer was proud. Ishmael did not know where to start. The vault was indeed enormous. There was shelving that was nearly arranged in rows. Each row contained 8 shelves, and each shelve had five tiers. There seemed to be about twenty rows in total! That was in total eight-hundred tiers, that would have to be glanced over. This was not counting the items that were at the base of the walls on pedestals and also the items hung on the walls. ….

But Noah’s title stopped me cold. Dirty Desire. A nervous laugh escaped my mouth. Surely, I was imagining things, I had to be imagining things. Surely, this wasn’t what I thought it was. But when I opened the first page, my breath hitched. I couldn't believe my eyes. Noah hadn’t written a romance. He’d written a fantasy. His fantasy, a well detailed one at that. The words became more and more serious with each line: “She’s older, irresistible. Her voluptuous boobs pressed against my mouth”, “her wet pussy clenching tightly around me”, “her big fat ass bouncing against my hips.”

Lily literally falls for every hot dude she meets either in good circumstances or bad ones. “He is the Bratva’s first son, Vincenzo Salvatore De Luca.” My jaw ticked and my fingers dug into my palms, almost drawing out blood at the mention of his name. “Oh my gosh! He is so hot!” “Let’s go, Lily. I need to speak to Dad.” I walked past the dreamy girl, who wished she could have Vincenzo towering over her while whispering sweet nothings into her ear. But she had no idea that the devil does none of that.

My hands trembled as they slid down to the hem of his shirt, clutching at it for something—anything—to ground me. The air between us was heavy, suffocating in the most intoxicating way, saturated with the raw scent of arousal that I couldn’t escape. It was everywhere—thick and clinging, making my skin burn and my blood roar in my ears. My shorts were a cruel tease, sticking to me, every shift making me ache more as I fumbled with the buttons of Nikolai’s shirt, my fingers too unsteady to get them undone. “Take it off,” I rasped, the words rough, dragged from somewhere deep as my chest heaved with labored breaths. My eyes locked on Nikolai’s, and the look he gave me—hot, possessive, and compl

With this, I no longer owe Remy anything. I closed my eyes, feeling myself slowly leaving this body as my consciousness began to fade.

This moment was just between us, and everything about him was so sexy. He pressed up into me, and I tensed again. I was still tender and it hurt. But he never rushed. Stilling inside me and distracting me with his kisses and the bewitching things his hands were doing to my skin as he touched me. Everywhere. Until I relaxed and stretched around him. Taking him in as he pushed up, filling me. He rolled his hips into me over and over again. And I was climbing. Ascending the stairway to the heavens. Walking through the milky way. Seeing the moon and the stars. Then spiraling down to earth as lightning burst through me. And I was clawing, holding onto Kai. Trying to stop myself from fading into b