Deseo Oscuro Novels & Stories

I smiled. She had slim, glossy, small lips that were radiant in the dim lights of the club. Asides Shola and Mule, there were several other people at the table: a man and four other girls dressed in similar attires as Shola. Their skins were glossy and almost pale. “Lest I forget, Kelvin,” Mule said, “Over there is...” He pointed at a hard faced, dark skinned, handsome man sporting the darkest pair of shades I'd ever seen. Who wears shades in a dark place? “…Tesoju.”

Prince Lorenzo's father ordered and in a swift movement the heir had a sharp golden blade on my throat while I stared at him heartbreakingly. "All__all these years?!" I stammered while a tear rolled down my left eye. He only pressed the cold blade more against my skin. I closed my eyes walking down memory lane from where it all started. Nothing made sense right now and it probably never would as I was currently staring at death in the face, from the hands of my lover. All in all, I never thought my desire was ever going to be my doom. "I am pregnant, Lorenzo__" I confessed, wanting him to know he was about to murder two beings. One was a human he betrayed and the other?

"Because of you." For the rest of his life, Denver only feels the urge to have sexual fantasies for Angelito. "It's dark…. Can you light up the lampshade—" Angelito grabs his lips and can feel his dry lips slowly moisten in his saliva. Denver never speaks a word against him since he wants his body… all of what Angelito can give. "No, I want to do it in the dark. Do you want it too?" Even apprehensive, Denver hums in satisfaction with his fantasies.

His stare is relentless. I shift my hair off my shoulders, feeling his words glide across my skin. “I could…” “I’m not sure I would be the kind, gentle lover your sweet Caspian would be,” he warns quietly. A powerful thrill overcomes me. Suddenly, my want for him is so overwhelming, it's painful. He stands there, dressed in his usual black ensemble, but under the low light, he looks more sinister than I remember. I shouldn't want him like this, or at all, but it's as if my body is calling to him.

I leave a kiss on her shoulder and I feel how she shudders, having her so close I see the small cut on her lip, shit I hurt her when I hit her, but I get desperate and pissed off that they don't obey me and she has to learn that disobeying me is he pays with death or in his case with punishments. I get out of bed and walk to the inn to see the outside of the house I am in, it is one of the houses that I have in my name, I remember the meeting with Dark and an excessive hatred is revealed in my chest, son as a whore I'll have your head, that of your lapdog and that of the sniper bitch one of these days, a three for one, the plan is already being executed and I'm sure it will be a success beca

His dark, repulsive eyes bore into mine with sickening satisfaction, as if he couldn’t be happier about this vile situation. I try to pull away, but his arms only tighten around me. “Please, I don’t want this,” I beg him, desperation coloring my voice. I’m at a loss for what else to do. Deep down, I knew being a Perazzo would come with a price, but this nightmarish scenario wasn’t what I had ever imagined. “I could never be the kind of woman you desire. I’ll fight you with every breath in my body, and I’ll never accept you.”

I mark her neck like a claim. But even as I lose myself in her, the conflict rages inside me. I am destroying her carefully built world. I am the darkness she keeps letting in. And the most terrifying truth of all? I don’t want to stop. Because for the first time in my miserable life, this obsession feels like the only thing worth burning everything else for.

I was shivering—a deep, cellular vibration that made my very DNA feel like it was being re-read by the dark. "I can feel the hunger, Félix," I whispered, leaning into his heat. "It’s not evil. it’s just... empty. It wants the iron. It wants the twins. It wants to go back to the beginning." Félix didn't give me a lecture on cosmic destiny. He grabbed me with a raw, desperate strength, his hands mapping my body with a frantic urgency, as if he were trying to weld his soul to mine before the dark could separate us. He kissed me with a slow, desperate intensity—a kiss that was about the blood, the bone, and the refusal to be unmade.

I wanted to have her again and again till she wouldn’t be able to feel anything but me inside of her, but something in me couldn’t do it, not even after the little runaway stunt she pulled earlier and it was almost impossible to think that the girl I had my eyes on for years was finally here, and I couldn’t fuck her till my obsession was over. It was a wonder how a girl like her could get my attention, how a girl like her could give me sleepless nights. It wasn’t love, of course not; I am not capable of that; it was a twisted, dark obsession. I thought being with her once would end it, but it didn’t. Something in me was twisted, and it wanted her. I was not her little savior, maybe quite the

The old pier was a relic of a time long gone, its wooden planks warped and creaking, a testament to decades of disuse. The sea beyond was dark, churning with the approaching storm. The wind whipped around Alex as he stepped onto the pier, every muscle in his body coiled with tension. He knew this was a trap, set by David and Evelyn, but he didn't care. The image of Sophie, her face lined with fear in that grainy photo, was all that mattered.