Deseo Oscuro Novels & Stories

She hesitated then nodded. "I still feel jealousy. It can't be completely eradicated but I know it's not healthy and just comes from a place of fear and insecurity so I set it aside. Desire tainted by possessiveness is selfish and destructive. Desire supported by admiration, love, and trust is a much stronger bond," he said with a smile. They turned to their menus but Ben was quickly lost. He looked at Margaux and she saw his confusion. "Not to worry. I will order you something you will like."

“Every time you shut down. Every time you hide behind control and call it protection.” Damian stepped closer, his shadow falling across hers. “You think I don’t feel this too?” “Then show it,” she said. “Just once. Stop hiding behind the man the world made you.” His expression flickered - pain, guilt, something unguarded. “If I show you everything, you’ll walk away.” “Try me.” The silence that followed felt like it lasted a lifetime. Then Damian said quietly, “You think the people after us want money. They don’t. They want retribution. Because years ago, I did something I can’t undo.”

As she watched him being driven away, she knew that this was just the beginning of a complex and dangerous dance, one that would test the limits of her professionalism, her desire, and her very soul. This was the fourth criminal she was fucking and she knew she wasn't stopping anytime soon. These criminals are so hot and she wasn't ready to let go. Note: if you want more of Camila, you can request for it and I might create a book for that purpose.

There was a brief silence, and I took a moment to gather myself. “Once again, I became an outcast even when I was in an unfamiliar environment. First, I just wanted to fulfil Mark’s wish but gradually it became an obsession, wanting to do anything just so I could fulfil his wish. It was during that moment I found the Dark Shadow, rather, he found me. In my greatest moment of despair he came to me and told me he knew a way for me to fulfil my greatest desire. Naturally, I agreed. I was alone and full of grief, I was good prey.”

Making it a place people dreamed about, the very placed they wished to venture once they perished. Darkous was the last born son though he was despised by his father from birth, his power and ability’s more than Chronos could have ever wanted. This did not help the young prince; it only damned him more than the others. The pain almost unbearable for Darkous, his father torturing him in the most barbaric and hideous of ways. But Darkous remained strong willed; he fought his father’s hate. Darkous had much ability that both helped him and damned him to repeat his pain; he could regenerate after death and come back stronger; his father playing on this at every chance he got. The young prince co

Mateo stood up and slowly walked in front of Clementine. Clementine then didn’t know what to do. She suddenly panicked because Mateo’s aura became dark. She gasped when Mateo stopped in front of her and suddenly touched her chin. She rested her back on the couch and looked up at Mateo. “You are naughty, miss Lichter. Do you know it?” Mateo put his arms to the side of Clementine and gradually brought his face to her. He stopped when it was only an inch away from Clementine’s face. He could see the mixed feelings in Clementine’s eyes. She was excited yet terrified as well.

"It's just that you really don't have to tell me anything, because I'm not really asking you to tell me anything now, I know that this is shocking for you, and, to tell the truth, for me too, you are so beautiful, and so many things fall on you, but I'm willing to fight against whatever it takes to be by your side, of course only if you want me to" "Alexander, this is happening very fast, I am very confused, besides everything that is happening with you, inside me very strange things are happening, I have had many visions, where I have seen myself being as if I were a sorceress, I do not know if it is me, or another woman who looks a lot like me, I only know that I am in a terrible state emo

There were indeed crimson droplets dripping down my boot and staining the fabric of my clothing. "Wonderful," I said sarcastically. "I'm really being a bad mother," she muttered to herself, as she carried me away from the smoke that was snipping at our heels. "Nah, you're just confused. I kind of see it now. The darkling charm. It's really powerful, combining the two most dangerous forms of desire: love and lust," I said, more to myself than to her. "I just want a normal family," she said with a frustrated sigh.

That had been three years ago, and in another neighborhood, another state – so why did I still remember that night so vividly immediately a man so much as looked my way? I hugged myself and sank to the floor, fighting tears. The billionaire, he was different. There was something extremely different about the way he kissed me, the power, the ruthless possessiveness, everything was there. But he kissed as if I could walk away anytime I wanted, and the only thing holding me back was my own desire. 'Desire.’ I felt my heartbeat quicken at the mere thought of that word, and I was sure a blush crept up my cheeks. Did I desire the billionaire? Did I want him to do even more than just kiss me? To ho

A voice laced with anxiety; for what, I’m not entirely sure. They’re helping? How? I wish I could just open my eyes and see! Haven’t I been through enough? Hasn’t my family been enough? Gah! Just open your eyes already Deac! But no such luck. I try with every ounce of energy, my wolf’s and my own to pry my eyes open, but to no avail; I am still stuck in this zombie-like state of darkness.