Desired Realities Novels & Stories

She exhaled and shivered, the temperature in the room was unbearable and her hands shook. “Am cold Draven.” She whimpered. “What are the rules a sub must put up with?” He asked again. “You must be completely trustworthy and honest with your Dominant. You must give your Dominant your absolute loyalty. You must at all times be respectful of your Dominant, their rules and their wishes.” She replied with a shaky voice. “Are you abiding by that?” “No.” She muttered and lifted her shaky hands, she wrapped it around herself to feel a little bit warm.

“I only thought you needed some company.“ “If I did, I'd have gotten myself a cat. They make better company than you ever will.“ “How dare you keep treating me like some lowlife?!“ Ursula was well-known for her temper. She was not the type to accept rejection in good faith. “I'm fed up with your nonsense. Barging into my office. Picking my apartment locks. Invading my privacy.“ Arthur flung her bag and clothes to the door. “Get lost. Stay lost, forever. Is that too much to ask?!“ Ursula trembled in anger. She stood from the bed, stalking towards him. “You know you don't mean that. Deep down, I know you're craving to have me.“ “You just tell me what I gotta do to rid you of that goddamn illus

“Perhaps for some people. Perhaps for Loren, who still believes duty and happiness can coexist if one is resigned enough.” “But not for you?” Willa asked. “Absolutely not for me.” Mariselle’s smile flashed bright and unapologetic. “I want mad, consuming, inconvenient love. I want someone who looks at me the way a drowning man looks at air." “That's a dangerous thing to want,” Willa said quietly. Mariselle’s gaze drifted toward her sister and the Prince, now seated together upon the stone bench beside the pond. She watched them with curiosity, as though half expecting a kiss or declaration. Neither came.

He sighed as she did. “Then, when you sucked my cock. That was the best blow job I had ever got in my life, baby. Watching that, hell, even just thinking about it gets me hard, and I want your mouth to take me into it.” He said. Her hand tightened around his. “Then to fuck you again to finally cum. God Baby, I don’t really like watching porn but seeing us there, I can remember every feeling. I want you to know that if you aren’t here with me, you still are. My hand will pretend to be your pussy. Though it is a sad replacement. It is something that I will make do until I can have the real thing again. That is the honest truth. No one else will do.”

I don't wanna be the right way round. Every moment I spent with her was perfect. Like we were living in our own ecstasy. But what will happen when we woke up from this dream? What will happen when my house gets inspected? Will I get taken away? No dream lasts forever. Can't find paradise on the ground... I felt her head lean on my shoulder and turned to watch her. She was so calm and beautiful when she sleeps. Will I stand I chance with her when reality finally hits us? All we do is play it safe.

Grabbing fists full of his hair, my knees squeeze against him, encouraging him to give me what I want…what I am consumed with lust for. “Kit! Where are you? Kit!” “Fuck!” It’s as if someone douses me with a bucket of ice water to wake me out of my very realistic sex dream and I shove against Tate so that he releases me, nearly collapsing when my feet hit the ground, still a bit wobbly. “Woa, you okay?” “Yeah, I’m fine. Get off.” Swiping hair from my face, I shove his steadying hands away and move forward, feeling angry with myself for caving to my desire for Tate…again.

She shook her head hoping the memories would disintegrate, but it was all for nought, she remembered everything. She stood in the forest, the moon shining down upon her, and hope swelled in her chest. She had always known that all omegas get their mates at 21. She held onto the hope that her true Mate would accept her as the ‘Imperfect omega she was. The eligible male wolves stood on the other side of the fireplace, waiting for the moon goddess to reveal their mates to them. Isadora shut her eyes and sent thousands of prayers per second as she stood next to the other Omegas. She heard the happy yelps and laughter as one after the other wolves were paired.

Goodness, Henry, he must be waiting. "Can we talk about this tomorrow?" I asked turning to Ava. "No Camila, right now, I want us to strike a deal. Since you're a little bit closer to Henry, you help me get closer to him" she said. My lips parted open in shock. "What? I ain't even close to him" I blurted out. "Stop with the lies Camila" she said angrily. "It's a deal right?" I asked and she nodded. "What am I getting in return?" I queried.

my voice quavered. Janus exhaled, leaning against the back of the chair again. “There is no reality.” I looked at Janus, confused. “What do you mean?” “My dead family is a reality for me, but not for others. They don’t see them, they don’t hear them. Meanwhile, your dreams, your nightmares are a dimensional reality for you, but not for me. Because I don’t see or hear them. So, what exactly is the reality? This world? This society? What if you are dead and this world you see is an illusion your mind has created to make you feel as if you are alive?”