Desiree Storm Novels & Stories

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.

“Thanks, but I’m not hungry.” She grinned. “Oh Balric, you always had a thing for the stubborn ones didn’t you. I hope what I’ve heard of her is at least half true. I’d rather not have another Agron on my hands.” Her smile was replaced with a mildly serious expression. “Now, Desirée, the fighting is over. No need to be bullish. You were badly wounded and need to eat. I also feel obligated to warn you against trying to escape. You wouldn’t get far.”

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.

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.

I never understood desire until I felt your hands around my throat. -Unknown. |N I C O L A S| "THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN IT'S CANCELLED?!" I bellowed out. "You know where it is decided that an event which was planned might not happen." Crystal explained her voice laced with complete sarcasm that earned her a roll of eyes from me. "But it was a strong chance to catch her." Logan said, deep in his thought, thinking about the woman who stole from us 3 weeks ago and is still roaming carefree in the streets.

I have been working here together with the other servants for roughly two weeks now, I've never seen him come around and honestly now I hoped it was kept that way. "That's his step mother," Miranda, my new werewolf friend nulged my shoulders as she wriggled her brows at me. She was the sweetest I've met in this hole of monsters so far. May it's because she hasn't "wolved out yet" according to her confession. Miranda was not yet a monster so she was a sweet person. Immediately we fixed our concentration back on the floors. There's no way no one here ever thought of mop sticks, I winced internally holding my waist with one hand while I angrily squeezed the unfortunate napkin with my other han

She was in deeper than ever before, and the storm Matteo had unleashed was just beginning. As she stood there alone in the study, Isabella couldn’t help but feel the weight of everything bearing down on her. Matteo was dangerous, and Lia’s warnings echoed in her mind. There were forces at play here—forces that she couldn’t control, forces that she was too weak to understand. But one thing was certain. She was no longer the helpless girl she had once been. And she was about to learn just how far Matteo DiCarlo would go to claim what was his

Meanwhile, Desiree forced herself to remain calm. When she looked at Serena, something came into her mind. "I got it. It's you… You're the mastermind behind all of these. Serena Judd, you sent this madwoman to tarnish my reputation. It's you!" She lunged and wanted to strangle Serena. But Serena flinched and raised her hand, slapping Desiree across her face. Desiree fell with a plop from the slap. "Bitch… How dare you slap me!"

The air felt like it was pressing in on all sides. “We were more than that,” I whispered. “You know it.” Storme’s gaze dropped for just a second; just long enough for me to see the flicker of pain before she masked it again. “No, Theo. We weren’t. You wanted it to be more. But I didn’t. I still don’t.” “You’re lying again.” My voice rose despite myself. “This isn’t you, Storme.” She stepped away, putting distance between us. “I’m not the same woman I was,” she said quietly. “I’m changing. I’ve been changing for a while. It’s shadows, Theo. It's secrets and sacrifice. I’m not sure how much of me is even me anymore.”