Desiree Storm Novels & Stories

When the telescope inside the apartment opposite mine locked onto me, I was curled up on my bed, trembling all over from the toy. When I realized I was being spied on, the panic was accompanied by overwhelming pleasure and excitement. I reached my climax under that intense gaze, becoming completely disheveled, as if being caressed and toyed with by those eyes. I did the boldest thing I had ever done in my life. I faced the intense gaze from afar and slowly parted my legs, showing him how I swallowed the toy. I had no idea that this gaze would soon lead me to countless dizzying losses of control.

I spent three years being the perfect wife. Three years of silence, of soft smiles, of putting his coffee exactly how he liked it while he was buried inside my sister. Then one night I opened the wrong door. “Harder, Gabriel… fuck, say my name.” Hannah’s voice. My husband’s name. My sister’s body arched under him on the sheets I had bought for our anniversary. Three years of lies collapsed in a single moan. I didn’t scream. I didn’t cry. I walked out, locked the door behind me, and made a new promise to myself: if they could take what was mine without mercy, I would take everything they never saw coming. I didn’t know the stranger who pulled me into the dark that sam

I looked up and gasped as I stared up at Storm Delavega. Storm and I dated for four full years back in high school. He was my high school sweetheart. But at prom, he proposed to me and I panicked and leave him on his knees. I haven't contacted him ever since, but I do check his F******k sometimes, and he found someone else a girl named Trisha. "S-Storm... What are you doing here?" I asked him nervously.

Chapter 44 We are neighbors DESIRE’S STORE Chloe twirled around as she stepped into the line of makeup kits. One of the things Desire is well known for is her amazing skin and face products, that helps every woman raise their confidence and help them look flawlessly beautiful. Practically half of the population in LA use Desire's product. Her popularity ranges from far and near.

the stranger asked, his deep voice echoed through me a lot like Balric’s did, only his voice sent a hot flush through me right to my belly. “It is. This is Desirée de Léon,” Alpha Erik said with what could be pride. “Desi, I want you to meet Praetor Noah.” I sucked in a sharp breath and glanced at the stranger. Praetor Noah? Praetor Noah! Oh no… no, no, no. No… No… no way! “Desi,” Alpha Erik said, catching my attention. When I looked over to him, he was giving me a curious look.

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.” As I look down to her she tilts her head upward slightly looking at me as well as she says, “how’d you know?” In the exact moment, one of the strobe lights flashes across her eyes, making them look slightly green then golden and a dash of amber. She’s clearly even more beautiful up close than when I watched her from afar. We lock eyes with each other for seconds too long for people that just met. It feels like her eyes are staring into my soul. Almost like she sees everything about me; the not so bad, the horrible and the downright ugly.

More importantly, since when had I agreed to be "hers," even for a single day? "No way. Are you really the collected, chaste type? I love guys like you!" She gasped. "Today is my lucky day for sure. I'm Desiree Lovette! Would you like to have dinner with me?" Desiree seized the advantage of our proximity. She had a goal and intended to achieve it today. "Ms. Lovette, please calm down!" Baron finally intervened, stepping between us.

She watched as I picked at the now tasteless food on the plate and didn't leave. I couldn't help but speak again.. "Tell me, Gladys, are you a lesbian? Is that why you're so obsessed with me? I need to know the real reason." Gladys let out a chilling laugh, the sound bouncing off the cold walls. "You think this is about attraction? No, Tiffany, this is about the power I see in you. You possess something that I don't, something intangible yet desirable. And I want it for myself, I so want it."

She still has her charming look and sweet voice, just like how I remember her the last time she visited me in jail. Silver is my bestfriend and she became my eyes and ears to my family for the past 7 years that I'm in jail. She helped me so much with everything. We went inside of her house and continued our conversation about my plan. "So, I have found our first target," she declared as we sit on the couch of her living room. "Who is he?" I asked "His name is Klyde Aero Morrison. A multi-billionaire man and a VERY successful CEO of his own company," she stated

I reached up pressing my fingers against his lips hushing him as I could feel him shiver under my touch while I leaned forward brushing my breasts against his chest. “Jim isn't here,” I murmured. “And Jim doesn't deserve you. He doesn't deserve me. I'm so tired of playing the ‘perfect wife,’ Blake. I want to be something else. I want to be ruined.” Blake looked at me in shock which I could seen him fighting between his loyalty for Jim and his hunger for me for so many years as I could feel him breaking at my hard nipples and the way my hips curved. Suddenly the power flipped as Blake gripped my throat— not enough to choke me but to pin me firmly against the wall.