Desire Novel Novels & Stories

Narrator’s POV. As Desiree ran to the western territory, she hoped to the gods that he was going to show up. She was finally interested in a man and she also hoped that karma would not play harsh tricks on her by making her chase the guy for once in her life. Disappointment was etched on her face when she got there and he was no where to be seen, she could not even catch his scent at all, she had been stood up by a fucking guy! He was not going to show up and she knew it.

"You heard me plain, Marco. If this pathological fixation is to be broken - if any hope remains of restoring your superiority and freeing your spirit from her relentless torment - you'll need to embrace your obsession with the Dupont woman. Court her, consume her...or be forever consumed in turn by this madness you've brought upon yourself." For once, I am utterly without words. My lips work up and down like a gasping fish as I struggle to process his profane prescription. This is...this is insanity. LunThe lunacy is the most debased, heretical variety! Yet even as I scramble for every fiber of indignant rejection, a small terrified voice calls out from the most shadowed recesses of my psych

I am scared, and it makes my heart beat faster. "Let's go here." he said. I nodded and let him pick the books he wanted to borrow again. By the looks of it, he is indeed a bookworm. It is no wonder he is knowledgeable. I read, yes, but not too much. Sometimes, I will fall asleep while reading a book. "Oh." I exclaimed quietly. I immediately got the book titled "The Book of Human Emotion" I think I need to study for it. I started to open the first page and read it.

"Website? What website?" "It's a website where we post things about gossip and stuff it's kinda like that show I watch called Gossip Girl." She sat at the edge of my desk, typing on her phone. "Anyway, Seth has commitment issues, but he was in an interview yesterday, and he said he might try to find a woman at the ice ball that catches his eyes. And hopefully, that's me," she stated confidently. "Well good luck with that. There thousands of other girls out there just saying," I told her as she leaved.

My chest tightened, my breathing uneven as I stared at him, trying to make sense of the emotions swirling inside me. Desire is a strange, intoxicating thing—a concept I had never fully understood, let alone experienced in its truest form. Sure, there were days when my body craved warmth, moments when I’d clench my thighs together at the faintest spark of arousal. But I had never felt desire so fierce, so consuming, that it threatened to take control of me completely. Until now. For the first time, I wanted to give in—to let temptation sink its claws into me and pull me under, the way Eve gave in to the forbidden fruit. It was right in front of me, beautiful and dangerously captivating, drawi

The rose he left outside my door haunted me for days, I kept it pressed between the pages of a book on my nightstand. Every time I passed Damián in the halls or felt his eyes on me during Xóchitl’s dinner, the memory of his low voice and the raw hunger in his eyes made my thighs clench. The tension had become unbearable that I barely slept. My body ached constantly, that no amount of self-touch could satisfy.

“These thoughts… they’re dangerous. You need to focus on resisting them.” “I am,” she said, softer now, almost like she was trying to reassure me. But it did the opposite. It made the desire in me sharper. I was aware of every shift in my body, every quickened heartbeat, every twitch in my fingers. I wanted to close the gap between us. I wanted to hear her breath against my skin. I wanted things I could never allow myself to want.

he murmured, not standing from the bed but not looking away either, “If you keep looking at me like that, I won’t stop pretending that this is nothing.” She did not look away. She did not move nor breathe. And in that moment—a burning, fragile moment—their desire stood naked between them, undeniable and dangerously close to breaking. Not touching. But wanting. God, wanting. And wanting, she realized, was far more powerful than she had ever expected.

September 2, to be exact. Why do they all think I’ll want to take him back? He broke my heart that day and has continued breaking it daily every time I see him walking hand in hand around campus with her. He’s not just showing... They’re dating now. So when I passed by the Dela Paz Hotels booth at a work fair a month ago and spotted the pamphlet with a beautiful vista of snow-capped mountains and forest, I immediately stopped and started asking questions. Within ten minutes, I knew that was my ticket away from sadness, at least temporarily. I just needed to get myself to breathe.

, Dominique shouts, overlapping my voice. “You're not even willing to tell me everything! But listen here, I'm not going to let you put me in a bubble, because I'm not going to stay. I don't want you like this”, I say furiously, closing my fists and clenching them. I turn with heavy steps through the living area, but he pulls me by the arm, preventing me from continuing. In one swift movement, he turns me towards him. My breath is out of control and my blood is boiling with anger. Our gazes meet, a collision of emotions. Frustration, desire, unspoken things. It's all chaos, but the desire there is undeniable.