Desired Novels & Stories

Goma asks as she holds a flowy yellow blouse against her chest. I smile and try to organize my thoughts before answering. Goma is considered to be a beautiful Shikaz female and telling her I find our women to be somewhat boring will make her snap. She has practiced becoming a perfect mate for years and many suitors have approached her about dating... But that just isn't what I want. I want a feminine, but strong female. I want someone who can hold conversations with me for long periods. I want a friend who I can stare at for years. I... I honestly don't know exactly what I want. But I know what I don't want. I don't want someone obsessed with their beauty, but I want her to be beautiful. I d

he says passing it to me. “Who gave you this?” I ask before I open the note. “He said to tell you he was a friend. You have something he wants, and he wants it returned,” the human shares with us. I open the letter and see it is from Alpha Matt. “Where did he give you this?” I ask the human impatiently. “He handed it to me outside and paid me to deliver it to you,” the human replies now afraid.

They looked like they needed it more than me anyways. "Do you understand English? Hello?" Hope grumbled at me before snapping her fingers in front of my face. I nodded, trying to let her know I was listening- it was just hard. Hope sighed and ran her hand through her blazing red hair. "Don't you know when to shut up?"

𝙰𝚌𝚎 𝙰𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛 7 years old. The brown-haired boy stood there looking at the woman helping her kids choose the toys they wanted. Ace didn't get help from her, he's shy, anxious that she's going to return the ten dollars teddy bear that he brought. His soft small hand clenched the ear of the brown teddy bear, he pouted and with a shaking body, he approached his mother.

I stated. “Well, as far as I’m concerned, you got this, Kadeer,” Devyn said positively. “So do you have to work tonight?” “Yeah. Unfortunately, I have to. I don’t have the loan yet,” I joked. “Kadeer, if you don’t stop that,” Devyn chided with a laugh. “I told you that the loan is yours. You have to speak and think positively about this.” “You’re right, baby,” I agreed, chuckling.

"𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐧 𝐯𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐦 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨" (𝘔𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘪𝘵 𝘋𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘶𝘴)

I need to know. 💖✨💖✨💖✨💖✨💖✨💖✨💖✨💖✨

Building the foundation of something that felt genuinely sustainable. The leather of the couch was cool against my back, but everything else in the room was burning. Eli was a heavy, solid weight pressing me down into the cushions, his hands framing my face like I was the only thing in the world that mattered. I could feel the ragged rhythm of his breathing against my neck, a hot, steady pulse that matched the frantic drumming in my own chest. "You have no idea," he rasped, his voice vibrating deep in his throat. He pulled back just enough to look me in the eye, and the intensity there was staggering—a mix of raw hunger and something so fiercely protective it made my breath hitch.

Time to end this one way or another. ***

I click the message bubble and the conversation opens. It reads: YOU’RE GETTING TOO CLOSE TO STERLING. STAY AWAY FROM HIM! HE’S DANGEROUS!!