Desires Die Hard Chapter 7 Novels & Stories

Her eyes immediately found him, sitting against the headboard with a cold, detached expression that made her feel like an intruder in his world. His gaze met hers as she entered. Slowly, it shifted downward to the black card still clutched in her hand. His already icy expression darkened further, his eyes flashing with something close to fury. “So this is your real plan, huh?” he spat, his tone harsh. “You’re a gold digger.” End of Chapter

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.

There seemed to be an intangible barrier or aloofness that surrounded him, intensifying my desire to uncover more about his past. After spending a frustrating 30 minutes scrolling through various search results, I finally gave up. I shifted my attention to Danna sitting beside me, only to find her completely engrossed in her computer—very different from the energetic Danna earlier. I don’t want to make any noise that could also distract others so I grabbed my sticky notes and a pen and wrote something on it. Spill the tea. Slowly, I wheeled my chair closer to Danna's cubicle and discreetly stuck the note on the side. Danna immediately noticed it and chuckled, meeting my gaze.

Desire tried to cry but she couldn't anymore. The tears she'd cried the first day she was thrown here was more than her body could carry. She was scared of the darkness and whatever lies within, not knowing that wasn't even half of what she would go through during the night. Even though it had been two days since she had been subjected to the dark hole situated at the lowest part of the mansion, Desire felt life running out of her. She was exhausted and felt the punishment was tough enough to end her life.

She snaps her fingers with her still expressionless face, as she calls out and names that holder’s nightmare, yet her somehow very salvation into the loop of the future and the seventh, where everything comes running down into a forbidden chance and emotions, she calls. “You’re her heart, but her demise, you who she should watch carefully, yet underestimated. Her darkest desire that is knocking and getting louder with each passing day and moment is the hunting spree she knows, anticipated, but could never evade. Her heart that she thought that is as strong as her mind will never be. For you are her very nightmare, in the game of love, she calls and will foolishly fall into. Mike Nacre.”

he stated, locking his gaze with mine, a devilish glimmer dancing in his eyes. As tension heightened between us, the stakes grew ever higher. Little did I know that our paths would intertwine in ways unforeseen, igniting a maelstrom of passion, secrets, and unexpected turns. Our lives were about to collide, testing the boundaries of love and hatred in ways neither of us could have imagined. Taking advantage of my distracted state, he slipped his hands into my shirt, igniting a rush of arousal and leaving me craving more of his touch. I despised how I always succumbed to his every caress.

She asked sitting beside Darius as there was already an untouched plate of food beside him. "I would say 5 out of 10." She sighed taking off her jacket showing off the hickeys on her neck. He cleared his throat getting up, "I'm going to read in the living room, I suggest you cover your neck if you're going to talk to him." She sighed. "Hickeys?" He nodded before going to the living room taking up the book he had almost finished. - End Of Chapter 7: Zane & Amoy -

While the others are sharing rooms with their partners, and some are alone, Avery is going to share her room with a girl named Peach. I memorize room number 707 found at the left wing of the hotel. Then I face Mr. Ford, “I think I got what I need. I mean, I’ve seen enough.” “Oh, that’s great. Now, let me guide you to your room, Sir Sullivan.” *** (Dmitri’s Thought)(Street Night) “Room 707.” “Room 707.” “Room 707,” I’ve been repeating it to myself since I got into this room. I feel so excited. I want to go to her now, but… Will she talk to me, given the last argument we had?

Standing a few cm from him, she could clearly see the desire in the man. He was taller than her but shorter than Christian. He was clean shaven, spotting a mixture of silver and black on his head. In all honesty, the man didn't look a day older than 40. He was lean, with no belly fat like one would expect. "I have always desired to feel you bend over this desk and fuck you like you've never been fucked before." Isabelle's jaw gaped. She pushed the chair behind her and sidestepped him when he moved closer. Her palms had begun to sweat, and her shoulders were rising up quickly. Blood boiled beneath her skin. "How fucking dare you? What is wrong with you?"

I could see the war inside her through her eyes, her anger and pull, rage and desire. “You’re suffocating,” she whispered. I let my lips hover an inch from hers, not closing, just circling her need. “And yet, you breathe only when I’m near.” Her eyes closed, lashes trembling. The world narrows to this pulse between us, the unholy tether neither of us bothers denying. When she opened her eyes again, they shined with something softer, weaker, and dangerous. I could feel the finality before I heard it. “Levi… I can’t live like this.”