Desire For A Reply Novels & Stories

"Why did you save me?" "Because it’s my right to destroy you." Alex Young never expected his life to spiral into chaos. He already had a lot to deal with, with college and working multiple jobs to survive, he wanted nothing more than to forget the ghosts of his past. But when a violent twist of fate puts him at the mercy of Luca Moon—an infamous assassin known for his ruthlessness—Alex is forced into a dangerous game of submission and survival. Luca doesn’t do attachments. He takes, he controls, and he discards. But from the moment he lays eyes on Alex, something shifts. What starts as a cold arrangement soon turns into an obsession—one that Luca refuses to let go of, no matter the cost. Will Alex be able to escape? Or will he succumb to Luca’s control?

With a shift, I let my dress slip from my shoulders and fall to the floor, revealing the lingerie beneath. Nathan's eyes darkened, as closing the small distance between us, his lips claimed mine in a possessive kiss. His tongue tangled with mine, both hungry and tender. Then, slowly, oh so tantalizingly slowly, he backed me toward the bed, his kisses travelling down my neck, across my collarbone, before they moved lower still… ~~~ FBI Agent Brianna Hart had always wanted Nathan Pierce, her stepbrother, and for several years they had been lovers, but circumstances forced them apart. When Brianna returns to her former job within the FBI, she finds Nathan married. When he once again becomes her team leader, Brianna tries to maintain a professional relationship with Nathan. But after a tragic accident takes the life of Nathan’s wife and unborn child, Nathan seeks solace within Brianna’s arms. Old feelings flare to life between them, and both struggle with the undeniable sexual attraction between them. Brianna's heart is torn over her love and need for the newly widowed Nathan, while he grapples with the loss of his family and his re-awakened feelings for a woman he never quite let go of.

Rosa Thompson the daughter of Mr. Thompson from an average family. She was maltreated by her step mom and sister. Her dad doesn't really care about her after her mom's death. She ended up on the street. Her family thought she will remain a nobody for life. Rosa dreams came through after meeting the CEO of Hilly's company. After meeting with the CEO of Hilly's company, they were friends and they later fell in love. The CEO wants to marry her but she has a lot of skeletons in her cupboard. Will Donald still love her after finding out the truth?

He is the God of Justice. A God of Retribution and Vengeance. And he has waited centuries for blood to awaken him... Bound to him by a pact she doesn’t fully understand, Aliana becomes both his Master and his prisoner. He is ruthless, intoxicating, and impossibly beautiful… but he is no hero. He judges, he condemns, and he kills without hesitation. And now his hunger is fixed on her...

🥀🖤🥀 ‎"You're mine, Judy. No one else gets to touch you like this. I will ruin you for anyone else."‎ This is wrong, so wrong. He is married to Eliza, my sister, but the taboo only fuels the fire, the guilt twisting into a dark thrill that coils tighter in my core. ~ "Tell me, Judy," he demands, his grip on my wrists tightening just enough to send a delicious jolt of pain through my arms. "Tell me what you meant back there in the conference room. What bond were you talking about?" The absolute desperation in his eyes shatters my defenses. For two fucking years, I have suffered the agonizing loneliness of writhing in pain on my bed and hiding my true nature. Tears prick the corners of my eyes, the truth clawing its way up to my throat. I can't hold it back anymore. “The bond… I…” “Say it.” He pushes. “You stupid, blind Alpha," I sob, my next words ripping out of me. "The bond is my mate bond with you, Kieran. I am your fated mate." ~ 🖤🥀🖤‎ Warning: 🔞 Reader's discretion is advised. This story is a DARK ROMANCE dripping with the forbidden 🥀🖤🥀, so tread carefully. If you love a weak to strong sassy FMC who finally grabs her power back and an equally possessive filthy talker ML who will burn the world to keep her, then you are in the right place. This is not just a story, this is a dedication to every 'JUDY' out there who has been casted aside for being 'UNWORTHY'. Grab your power back. Also, don't forget to grab your seatbelts too because this ride is not for the strapless. See you on the darker side 🔞🥀🖤🥀

The timid Lily Parker found herself entangled with a man who saw no equal in others—Julian Sterling. For Julian Sterling, even if he had a thousand women in his lifetime, Lily Parker could never belong to another man.

"Dimitri, I am telling you for the last fucking time, leave me the hell alone!" I yelled as the blood pulsed through my veins and my auburn hair rose. "My name isn't even Dimitri." "I really don't care. You've betrayed me and that's it. So Dimitri or whatever-" "I am Ivanovich Popov and I am not leaving you alone neither will I ever leave you alone. So it's either you come with me right now and willingly or I drag that pretty little ass while you kick and squirm. Choose wisely, Ramona." He yelled. I don't know why or how but looking at him now, the sweat running down his defined body, the way his biceps flexed and all, I felt a slight wetness pool at my panties. I clenched my legs tighter and decided to try my luck. "My name isn't Ramona either. That's my undercover name. My real name, my birth name, is Madi."

“How does it feel, dear? You like it?” The dirty words from Tristan lips really disgust Camilla. But on the one hand, she can’t lie that her body accepts Tristan’s action. Camilla tried her best not to look happy in this state. “You want me to stab you faster?” Camilla shakes her head but Tristan just chuckles in amusement. Camilla Stewart never thought that it would be a disastrous night for her. Her virginity was forcibly snatched away by Tristan Drayson Heart, heartbroken billionaire. Tristan tries to make amends by paying Camilla a fantastic amount of money. On one condition, Camilla had to leave New York as soon as possible. When the contract was struck, they both agreed to forget the events of that steamy, passionate night. Everything went smoothly at first. Until finally Tristan had an accident which finally made his eyes realize that Camilla was an angel without wings. She's an amazing perfect girl figure . And when Tristan tries to get in touch with Camilla once more, things get complicated because God shows up in the form of William, a captain-level army officer who is engaged to be married to Camilla. Will Camilla finally decide on someone?

Everything started when the oh-so-hot macho entertainer danced in front of the beautifully sizzling Tamara Davis on the night of her best friend's bridal shower. She wasn't the bride, but the man was intent on pleasing her all night! The next thing she knew, the supposed just-for-fun night out with her friends turned out to be a night of the blazing fire she shared with this sexy male stripper when the two of them ended up on the bed, and they brought each other to their own kind of paradise. Tamara thought that whatever was left on that night would remain that night. She was wrong, though. Fate intervened, rekindling their flame when they unexpectedly met again one sunny day. And she discovered that the man she had sex with was about to become her new boss!

AUTUMN'S POV His voice was low when he said it — “You shouldn’t be here, Autumn.” “Then stop looking at me like that,” I fired back. He didn’t blink. “Like what?” “Like you’re about to do something you’ll regret.” He stepped closer, close enough for me to feel the heat off him. “I already regret it.” And then he kissed me. It wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t sweet. It was the kind of kiss that felt like a secret we’d never escape from. The next morning, my mom came home glowing, flashing a ring. And beside her stood him. The same man who kissed me like I belonged to him. “Autumn,” she said, smiling proudly. “Meet your new stepbrother.” Everything inside me froze — except his gaze. He didn’t even flinch. Just stared, silent, daring me to say something. Now, we live under the same roof. Same walls. Same tension that hums like electricity every time we’re alone. He says it’s wrong. He swears he’s trying to stop. But when the house goes quiet, and his voice finds me in the dark, he whispers, “Tell me to leave, and I will.” I never do. Because this isn’t just attraction — it’s an obsession neither of us can break. And when the truth finally blows open, someone’s going to burn for it.