Desir Herrman Novels & Stories

“I’m willing to pay whatever you want. Name your price.” Nythera lifted her gaze from the cauldron and turned to him, her eyes glinting with amusement. “I’ll name my price when the time is right,” she declared, her lips curling into a sly smirk. “For now, I’ll give you a charm and a potion that will help your warriors.” Maverick sighed in relief. “That would be most wonderful.” Nythera nodded and walked over to a wooden shelf lined with jars. She picked one filled with a coiled snake, then grabbed another that contained the preserved fingertip of a man.

The smile she gave them was impersonal. Throughout the ceremony she looked back innumerable times, hoping to see the one that she’s waiting to come. The more she didn't pay attention to the next best man who didn't want to hide his mouth every time she glanced at him - oh, well, his animosity was for her alone. As if she cares! According to Candy’s readings on Social Media sites, Kenneth Ruiz had a reputation as a man with an infinite capacity to charm. He was also a shrewd businessman and he collected money as fast as he collected her women. Only he retained the money and discard the women later on.

“Hair length?” For fuck’s sake. “Can I just give you a name instead?” “Oh. Of course, Mr. Hart. That’d be much welcome.” I can tell she’s as tired as I am. Who wouldn’t be, with such specifics? I’m sure the next thing she was going to ask was if I prefer someone with teeth or someone toothless. “Desiree,” I say. “Hmm. Nice choice, Mr. Hart. Though Desiree rarely accepts Option D. Would you like an alternative? I’d recommend Scarlett or Vivian. They’re both highly requested. We have a lot of red-haired ladies who would gladly—”

- The man opened the car door, pulling the woman, jumping on her lap, amid the kisses, between the two, sucking her breasts. City of Desiderium Amate Hillary Rony Righter, a model, beauty and South African, she was the six-foot-tall, thick-thighed beauty, the prettiest in her family. An immigrant and the new girl at the fashion company and modelling agency, her dark blue hair long and pulled back, she was being assigned by the fashion and advertising agency, one of their agents was choosing her to sponsor a sports club and at the same time choose as a poster girl.

She grasped my hand tightly near to her heart and said, "I want to keep you here forever with me." I'm just gazing at her silently. Tonight I felt a strong connection between us and I also realised that this girl doesn't deserve a person like me. She deserves love which I can never give to her. A beautiful and pure soul like her deserves a person who loves her truly and cherish her all his life and I'm not that type of man. I'm dominant, loves to control women and I don't want the feeling of love in my life. I can't give her what she wants. I think my desire to control her will remain my desire only because butterfly doesn't deserve all this. She is a free bird and now I don't want to cut he

I always took what I wanted, and I wanted this. Her. Even if I despised admitting it. I brushed my lips over her bare skin, inhaling her scent. Blood. Fear. Desire. All of it tangled together, a cocktail mixed just for me. How sweet. How tempting. It drove me to the edge of something dangerous—something I refused to name. Love? No. Judas Romanovski never love. This was control. Power. I didn’t love her. I craved the way her body trembled under me. The way she melted into my touch, even when she should be running in terror.

she muttered. Sophia had always maintained a good relationship with her editor. After all, not just anyone could be an editor for Sailendra Audrie—Sophia Raymond’s pen name. She required someone trustworthy and dedicated to their work, ensuring her true identity remained a secret. Curious about her new editor, Sophia quickly replied to the email, expressing her interest in meeting Lina Huang. As she put her phone down, it buzzed again. This time, the name ‘Albert’ lit up the screen. A wide smile spread across Sophia’s face as she answered the call.

Trying to adjust to what was going on, I felt myself being turned and pushed against the wall. "Hey there Desi." I heard the voice of that guy from the club. Looking up, I was shocked to see that it was James, my ex from after Ted and I broke things off. He was the only one who called me Desi and I hated that. He was not the best and always made me do things I did not want to, since I would not sleep with him. "Get away from me!" I pushed him back. "There's my feisty girl I missed so much." He smirked as he moved back close to me, putting his hands on the wall, trapping me there.

It was the entire package—his powerful personality, innate aura of authority, unshakable self-assuredness, and the untamed air about him that spoke of danger. He was effortlessly desirable, and he was very much aware of it. He didn’t flaunt it, though. He did, however, make no bones of exploiting the impact he had on the female gender. He flitted from woman to woman, never taking the time to romance them. For Dane, nothing and no one came before work. He’d built a life that seemed designed to keep people out. Sometimes, I couldn’t help but feel that he had an empty spot inside him. One he tried so hard to fill with work but never quite succeeded.

‘If I ever get Stanley Williams, woman, on my bed, then I will let the whole country know that there is a man who beats Stanley Williams’ he said and Jennet understood his words. She was Stanley’s mistress, and Kimberly was his woman and legal wife. No matter what she does, she will never be respected. This man looks so highly of Kimberly and so lowly of her, this got her irritated but she had to control her anger when it came to this physio. ‘You want Kimberly Parker?’ she asked and he nodded. ‘She is in a hotel in San Idro right now, I could book an early flight for you’ she suggested and his eyes beamed with happiness.