Desires Novels & Stories

“I can’t stop you. Even if it destroys me.” Louis kissed her hard, and she knew this night wasn’t the end. It was only the beginning. “This wasn’t the end. It was only the beginning of a love that would ruin them both because Desires don't fade with distance. It only waits for the door to open again.” THE END

“Says who?” I had no answer. He leaned forward, just enough that I caught the faint scent of coffee and something warmer (cedar, maybe). “Here’s what I think, Lila. Your body learned very early that desire equals danger. So it built a wall. The wall is sophisticated; it lets you perform, it lets you caretake your partner’s pleasure, but it will not let you fall. When you’re alone, the wall comes down because there’s no risk of abandonment or judgment. When someone else is there, it slams shut.”

I lifted my hand slightly, calming him even as my own heart thundered. “You’re asking me to choose,” I said slowly. “Yes.” Mary’s voice softened. “They want to see which desire you value enough to anchor reality to.” “And the others?” I asked. “They will not be erased,” the second said. “But they will be… released.” The word felt hollow. I turned away from Elliot, forcing myself to breathe. All this time, desire had been danger because it was uncontrolled. Forbidden because it disrupted order. Now they wanted to use it.

The boy who had filled my thoughts, my dreams, my secret fantasies. Every brush of his fingers against my skin sent heat spiraling through me, leaving my body trembling with want. My pulse raced wildly as desire curled deeper inside me, stronger and more intoxicating than anything I had ever known. I wanted more. I wanted his hands to explore every inch of me, to make me forget my fears, to claim me so completely that nothing else existed except him. But beneath the rising hunger, fear still coiled tightly in my stomach. I had never done this before.

It was the absence of something else. Someone else. The realization lands quietly—but decisively. Desire, I’m learning, isn’t about availability or attention. It’s about being seen in the exact way that unsettles you. And once you’ve tasted that— Everything else feels like a distraction you no longer need.

There are three kinds of desire. The natural and necessary desire. The natural but unnecessary desire. And the empty and vain desires. The kind that looked real on the surface but meant nothing if you looked deeper. Derek had never fit into any of them. Nothing about him had ever felt natural. Not the life he lived. Not the things he did. Not even the way he allowed himself to feel. If anything, Derek created his own definitions. His own rules. And his own version of desire. He took what he wanted, discarded what he didn’t, and never questioned it.

My heart screamed, my pulse roared, and my mind was spinning in a dizzying mix of desire and fear. “Jade,” he murmured, low, throaty, possessive, “I’ve wanted you from the moment I saw you. I’ve wanted you like this, like you’re about to combust under my touch. And I’m not leaving until you give in… until I know you feel the same fire.” My glasses slid down my nose again, and I pushed them up automatically, though I barely registered it. His hands brushed against mine, lingering, sending shivers up my spine. He was every dangerous fantasy I’d ever imagined. Every late-night craving. Every forbidden thought.

The second her mouth yielded to mine, the outside world simply ceased to exist. "Do you want to know the difference between desire and lust, little bird?" I whispered against her mouth, feeling her breathing falter as I dug my fingers hard into the soft flesh of her thick thigh. "Desire is what I feel when I look at you from afar, trying to keep my boss persona and pretending I don't want you. And lust... lust is what I feel right now: wanting to rip you apart just to feel your bare, warm skin pressed against mine until you can't even remember your own name."

If not, he wouldn't hesitate to delete all Philips without caring whether they belong to one or hundreds of Philips. With satisfaction after deleting the contact, he turned back around only to see Joyce so intimately close. She was practically hugging him, trying to retrieve her phone which he held up with a hand above his head. He was silent and studied her face which was creasing in a frown. His eyes strayed to those lips that parted and closed more often than usual as a result of the struggle. He felt the sudden but strong urge to taste those again. He became thirsty of a sudden and those luscious twins seemed to be the perfect water to quench his thirst.

"Don't act as I'm pulling teeth out of your mouth. Don't you desire me? I certainly desire you...." From where did this all came from? He face me "oh...I desire you. I desire you when I wake up in the morning, when I feel you near, smell you, touch you. I desire you wildly when I see you without much clothing on. when you smile. Resisting​ you is the most difficult thing I ever had to endure. To me you are perfect and all I want to is kiss your body from head to toe and give you the pleasure you never thought possible to feel." His has his eyes red and his breathing's fast.