Deseo Oscuro Novels & Stories

He may burn the world but the only thing I will yearn for is this constant affection. I don't just crave the darkness. I may just be the darkness itself. *

He lifts his eyes to meet mine and I am suspended in a thin line between wanting to say something or remaining speechless. He is so beautiful. His chocolaty eyes shine when the moonlight falls over his pupils. I notice the golden streaks around them, admiring the way they comprehend him. His sharp features, the aquiline nose, and the light stubble decorating his face suck me in. His lips look so kissable that I just want to taste them one more time. He is so close. If I move a little, I can cup his face between my hands and move my fingers through his hair as our lips clash under the moonlight. The thought feels unfriendly in a situation like this when we are both desperate to have a way out

As she laod on her bed, she promised to help Jessica at all cost no matter what was going to happen. "But am I doing this much for her? Why am I being to nice to her? This wasn't included in the plan." She said inwardly with hereto eyes closed, hoping to fall asleep in a few seconds since she was really sleepy and exhausted. The morning dawned slowly, like a masterpiece unfolding on the canvas of the sky. Soft, golden light crept over the horizon, banishing the remnants of night's darkness. The stars faded, one by one, as the sun rose, its rays stretching across the landscape like outstretched arms. The breeze so soothing to the skin.

that gets my attention and I walk to him standing up in my full height at 5'5 my heels making me feel taller than I am. He bites his lips looking at me from my toes to my cute cat ears he has never looked at me sexually or anything like that to him I am an abomination since I am mixed his words not mine " You will give me the money " Yes I will Jude is not handsome in a classical way he has a broken nose he's pale he has obsidian hair but he has a body of a magic Mike dancer if you have seen one not big just lean enough to have the six pack my friend Carmen has a bit of a crush on him.

As I inhaled, I looked up at the sky; the stars scattered like fireflies in a field. “Everyone who did that to her will pay,” I said out loud. In that quiet moment, I made a vow to myself. I'll make sure everyone involved in this suffers. I won't spare anyone except for Dante because Tanya doesn't want him dead. But if she ever changes her mind, if she ever gives me the word, he'll be gone too. I wouldn't waste a second; I would get rid of him and his entire army.

Every time he looks at me, I feel there’s more to him—more he’s surrendered just to stay by my side—and that terrifies me. I fear the cost of all this. And yet I crave it with a force I can’t resist. My thoughts spiral. But what scares me most isn’t what’s coming… it’s what I might be willing to do to keep him. The desire burning in my chest coils with tension, and deep in my gut, a voice whispers: I’ll never be the same after this. The pull I feel toward him is too strong, too dangerous. It’s a dark love, forbidden, like we’re playing with fire—the kind that could burn us to ash.

The one whose name my people still cursed in their prayers. But my traitorous eyes refused. They drank him in greedily tracing the corded muscles of his arms visible even beneath the armour, the way his chest rose and fell with calm, controlled breaths, the faint scar that sliced through one dark brow. He was beautiful in the way storms are beautiful terrifying and mesmerising all at once. Soren Masuda was raw power wrapped in divine grace. A strange forbidden ache bloomed low in my belly. Shame followed instantly, hot and bitter on my tongue. Stop it, Evelise. He is not yours to look at.

They could only hope. I shifted, antsy. Desiree, ever the dramatic one, would prolong the suspense with a long speech before the grand finale. Perfect. More time for me to grab a drink and scout my next victim. Our eyes met, and I winked, a silent message passing between us. She gave a subtle nod, and I turned, heading for the bar.

Have you ever sunk deep into the depth of desire as your heart wished for you to drown while your mind told you to fight against the waves? When I look at Deimos I am always caught by desire's net. Desire to touch. A desire for a taste. Desire to possess. With each passing day, it overtakes me inch by inch sinking its fangs deep within me sucking my will to fight.

“Don’t stop. Ever.” He didn’t. He railed me until I came again, then filled me one more time, marking me deep. As we caught our breath, bodies pressed together, I knew this craving had me completely. Hiding it from Alex would get riskier, the lies harder, but Diego’s touch was worth every second of danger. This thing between us was just heating up, and I was ready to burn for it., you