Desire One Piece Novels & Stories

“Keep you. “You see, as shocking as this is, I still don’t have a mate, Sasha. It’s not because of a lack of interest from others, of course. I’ve yet to meet a woman who wouldn’t be happy to be with me. “Rather, it’s because I’m picky. I want a strong mate, a woman who can lead a pack. I want a mate who will be submissive to me but won’t back down to others. “I want you, Sasha. I want you to be my mate.” I can’t believe what I’m hearing. He can’t be serious. He slaughtered my whole pack. How can he think I’d ever be his mate? “I’ll make you my queen,” he continues, seemingly unaware of how delusional everything he says is. “You’ll have everything. I’ve already proven the strength of my pack

Damian had a look of resignation in his eyes, and I found myself wanting to nip at my bottom lip in response. It usually helped me think, but I couldn't do that if said lip was being caressed so sweetly by him. “I want you,” Damian mumbled, his voice almost like a soft whisper. “I want you so bad, Nia. Is that what you wanted to hear?” I swallowed thickly, my throat bobbing up and down as I held his gaze, struggling for words. “I–” “I want every single part of you. I want you for myself, and myself only,” he confessed. “I'm a selfish person, Nia. When I have something I like within my reach, I never let go.”

She barely chewed before swallowing, desperate, mindless. Winter’s frown deepened, carving harsh lines across his scarred features. He had wanted to be the one to break her. He had savored the thought and imagined it all in detail—the slow, deliberate unraveling of that silver-haired defiance, the bending of her will until she knelt willingly and irrevocably at his feet. He had wanted the fire in her eyes to dim only under his hand, his command, his desire. He had wanted the pleasure of being the one to extinguish that spark, to reshape it into something that belonged only to him.

Linda kept me all night, blabbering about Iñigo this and Iñigo that. "There this brightest blue like cool watery ocean blue, and he has green and silver fleck around his orbs. It's just so ugh so sexy — And his hair... His hair, looks so soft and is the color of chocolate... His jawline is so perfect his cheek bones are flawless!" Janeth groaned. My eyes widened at her as she closed her eyes, biting her lips. "Okay Janeth, how about we change the subject, yeah?" "I just can't wait for the ice ball, Sam. I have this sexiest dress that I can't wait for him to see. You do know we have to wear a mask right?" she said, her hazel eyes still wide.

She’s self centered like that. I notice that it takes mystery woman a moment before she says, “I can’t say that I’m sure. Can you tell?” I study the piece for a few moments again and say the first thing that comes out of my mouth “Longing. There’s a peacefulness that transcends the piece.”

"I know this would be too much for you, but can you wait for me? I will make sure to come back here alive and run towards you. We need to end things to ensure the safety of the people. Don't worry, we have a lot of backups, and our team made good weapons to use. We will win the battle in no time. Can you wait for me? Just give me months. If I did not go back for months and had to wait a year, then find a new one. I do not want you to wait for nothing." "Why are you saying that you might be unable to return?" I asked. "I can wait. I will wait. You waited for me, and I can do the same for you too. As long as you return to me, there is no problem." I answered. I waited for the wrong person befo

"Tell me more about it. I swallowed it dry, slightly stunned. Positioning myself better, I moved the body, trying to make his hand fall away. It didn't work. "The incurable romantic is usually the one who believes in love at first sight. He faithfully believes that God has placed him in the world so that he would stay eternally with a single person, and spends half his life creating the perfect family he was destined to have. The incurable romantic thinks that his mission on earth is to shape his dreams in favor of that special person who can arise from one moment to the next. And he is always willing to throw himself headlong into lasting relationships.

He looked at her intently, he has this excessive desire that urge him to touch her again. He stepped closer to Candy, when she turned within the circle of his arms and lifted her face to his, it was the most natural thing in the world for him to tighten his hold until she was once again pressed against him. The most natural thing in the world to bend his head and find her mouth with his.