Desires Die Hard Anya And Evan Novel นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Do I have a wife already? I cannot answer that yet. It is very complicated but I am trying not to mess things for the worse. I can clearly feel that my body wants Dianne but somewhere in my subconscious screams rationally of not betraying someone I care for. But as other men in real life or movies do in this type of situation, it is clearly a hard thing to stop this now. I can definitely say that beastly desires of men will be really hard to control. I kept staring at her but she was just staring at my chest as well.

I rasped, looking at my brother intently. Evan's head snapped up to meet mine and I felt myself start to get wet all over again as I saw the lust burning in his eyes. "I want to fuck you, Grace. Properly, on a bed, so I can look in your eyes while I pound my sister's cunt with my cock."

I flipped it over to read the back. Then I saw the title on the spine. Craving The Wrong Man by Nancy Grey. I froze. The wrong man. I looked at the description. A woman trapped by circumstances, falling for the dangerous man sent to protect her. Forbidden desire. Enemies to lovers. High stakes romance. My face burned hot. Oh, this was too close. Way too close. This was basically my life right now, packaged as a romance novel. Minus the actual romance part, of course. Because I wasn't falling for Zade. I wasn't.

Her knee brushed mine under the table. I felt a spark as my cock twitched faintly in my jeans. I shifted, trying to focus on the page, but her floral vanilla perfume wafted over, distracting me even further. And when she leaned forward to show me how to solve a problem, my eyes couldn't help but look at her boobs. God, how was I going to survive today without touching her? “You're zoning out, Alex.” Anora said as she tapped the paper to call me back. I smirked and said boldly. “Maybe I need a different kind of motivation.”

Her hand was perfectly steady as she captured everything. Maya, who was moaning loudly with her head thrown back, accidentally turned toward the door. Her eyes flew open when she saw Evelyn standing there. "AHH! NATHAN!" she screamed, scrambling to cover herself with the sheets. Nathan, annoyed at being interrupted, snapped, "What—" Then he saw Evelyn. "Fuck!" he yelled, diving under the blanket. Evelyn smiled. It was a cold, dangerous smile that didn't reach her eyes. "Don't stop on my account. This is perfect."

Her story unfolds in layers: through the haunting grip of her dreams, the unraveling of a once-promising engagement, and the magnetic pull of a man who exists both in her subconscious and in the shadows of her waking life. This book explores the power of instinct, the destruction that lies in deceit, and the healing that only truth, however painful,can bring. You may find pieces of yourself in Jacqueline. In her strength. In her silence. In the storm she learns to survive. This is a story about second chances, about trusting the unknown, and about the dangerous beauty of a love that finds you when you least expect it, and refuses to let go. With heart, [Dee-Jay] Jacqueline’s POV

“This is what you wanted, isn’t it, Ana? A way to remove Georgia from the picture once and for all?” My heart pounds in my chest. He’s right. This IS what I want. I’m done playing nice. Done trying to make Evans forget Georgia through normal means. She’s a cancer that needs to be cut out completely. “Fine,” I say. “Tomorrow night. Ten PM.” “Good girl. And Ana? Bring cash. A lot of it. This kind of solution doesn’t come cheap.” He hangs up before I can respond. I sit there for a long moment, staring at my shattered phone screen, watching my own distorted reflection in the cracked glass.

"The view is exquisite, isn't it? All those ants scurrying about, utterly oblivious to the true architects of their lives." "Indeed," I murmured, a faint smile touching my lips. Desiree often indulged in our shared fantasy of playing as gods. "Ignorance truly is bliss, isn't it? Besides, it makes our work all the more…efficient." I turned from the window, meeting her gaze. "You never did explain why I should steer clear of Kade Everhart." Desiree didn't turn or even glance my way, but I saw the subtle stiffening of her shoulders. Hmm... Interesting. Did she have a history with him? "You looked into him? Wasn't my word enough?"

KANE’S POV: 7 years, 5 months, and 1 week. That’s how long I’ve lived with my heart broken into pieces, turned stone cold. All because of a girl I loved—no, a girl I was obsessed with. What I felt for Anya wasn’t just love. It was deeper than that, darker. It was an obsession. Even as teens, I knew I’d do anything to make her happy. I wanted her to myself forever. But she crushed that dream in one clean stroke.