Desire Books Novels & Stories

“After all, the first thing she handed me was a forbidden book about genies. I was nine years old. I learn how to hide from them all. You’re wrong about one thing. I’m not a phony. I am intelligent because I forced myself to be. My kind has no place in this world and I taught myself everything. I excelled at everything because I had to survive, to become strong. I always considered this place home till I left. And that’s when I realized. Mistfall Wilderness Camp will never accept me as who I am. But there are others who will, who have. And they are the people who now have my loyalty!” I stare at her, “What about Jesse?” Rachel raises a brow, “Jesse will realize one day that his place is alwa

Asha I was feeling things I’ve never felt before. Everything. When I say everything, I mean the softness of his lips against mine as they devoured me like I was the last meal he’s ever had. No, it felt more like I was the only thing on his mind in that moment. It felt great to be desired.

He was hot, sure, but a guy like that wouldn't be interested in me. I opened my laptop, shoving the pizza box to the side, and stared at the screen. ‎”Chapter seven.” I've been avoiding this scene for two weeks now. ‎My protagonist, Celeste, was finally alone with the man she was interested in for six chapters. I had typed and deleted the same sentence a bunch of times because apparently I, a woman who wrote romance novels for a living, had completely forgotten what raw desire felt like. ‎”His hands moved to her—”

Like I wasn't sitting fifteen feet away with my heart trying to escape my chest. "Desire," he said, writing the word in sharp, aggressive strokes, "is not neutral. It never has been. Literature doesn't just describe desire-it shapes it. It tells us what we should want, who we shouldn't want, and what happens when we want the wrong thing." He paced and loosened his tie. I watched his hands and hated myself for watching.

Lila Voss lay tangled in her sheets, the soft glow of her laptop the only light in her small apartment bedroom. It was past midnight, but sleeping felt impossible. Her fingers flew across the keyboard as she finished the latest chapter of her smutty Kai Lennox fanfiction. __________________________________ ’YN’s butt hit the cool marble of the kitchen counter, a gasp escaping her lips as Kai lifted her effortlessly, settling her on the edge. His dark eyes burned into hers, full of hunger as he gripped her thighs, spreading them wide.

Maybe it was my tendency or my nature that had become like this, but the problem was that it was getting very difficult for me. I had just opened my shirt when I felt my inner wolf was struggling to come out of this intoxication. There was only and only lust in my mind now, so I pushed him back into my mind. This girl was provoking me. Maybe he likes to play hard. I removed the sheet over him. I could clearly see the form of that sleeping beauty in my sharp eyes, which now had a veil of lust. I could not see the face due to light work, but I found it to be more beautiful than before. No makeup, innocence full of innocence was tempting me. I went close to him and smelled his scent. "Wonderful

A girl in a white shirt and a pair of red trousers walked to the table with a rack of drinks and a bucket of ice. I turned my attention to the stripper whose shape was like an hour glass, though slender like a domestic cat, and her skin was glossy like polished glass. She had bouncy, apple shaped breasts with a tattoo in the space between them. There was fluidity in her movement as she swirled around the pole mounted inside the cage. She put her head down and raised her legs up. She slowly parted her legs. With one hand, she balanced herself at a spot and the other hand somehow found its way to her groin area. The index finger of her free hand got lost inside her panties and when it came out

“I was just hoping for something more… definite.” “I understand. Let’s do this, I’ll lend you a few books from my collection. They’ll have real, up-to-date information about werewolves that should at least help clear up whatever information bias you have. Meanwhile, I’ll take a look at some of my older books and see if I can’t find anything about having multiple fated mates. If you have any more questions though, Eleonore, my door will always be open for you.” “Thank you, Professor Cross, it means a lot, and I’ll take you up on your offer. After all this though, I think… I think I really just need to sleep.”

I'll make orders and you'll do them instantly. She was nervous, shocked, and wondered what she had gotten into. Even though she found him attractive, she didn't know it would happen so soon with dominance and power. She wants him as well, and he was irresistibly hot with his bare chest and the black pants he was in, she could see the hardness of his cock from his pants. She quickly moved over to the table where his laptop and books were kept to drop the tray.

Isabella Conti thought she was safe until Dante Moretti arrived. Handsome, lethal, and impossibly dominant, he doesn’t just want her he wants revenge. Their families’ past is stained with blood: Isabella’s father killed Dante’s father, and Dante’s father murdered Isabella’s aunt. Now, desire and revenge collide. Every heated touch, every possessive kiss, draws Isabella deeper into Dante’s world a world where passion is punishment, and surrender comes at a dangerous cost. Can she resist the man who wants her body and to make her pay or will their deadly past consume them both?