Destiny Of Desire Novels & Stories

"Wonderful." I retreated, and soon I took off my underwear too, leaving me completely naked. This girl will now regret conspiring against me. I climbed to bed, hastily covering her petite figure, careful not to crush her now. She smelled fresh and soft. "You will regret coming here, girl." Anahita's pov I am standing in a desert. all by myself and thirsty A devilish laugh was heard from far away. "You will regret..." I didn't hear anything beyond that : "Aidan, Natalia, somebody get me out of here."

Desire had just a few days left to become a housemaid and how her destiny changed in the past few days left her bewildered and baffled about how she had been forsaken by her creator. The image left on her head was that of her being hanged or worse, burnt at stake. She couldn't stop the tears from rolling down her eyes. After she had picked the death wish, Mr Ho had her sent to the dungeons for two days and when a tiny bowl of food was given to her, she consumed it hungrily and wished she could ask for more or perhaps had eaten the food her master ordered for her in peace.

Shit, I could get used to this life. Inside the limousine, I’m greeted by a stunning bouquet of flowers. Red roses. I pick them up from the plush leather seat and smell them. Oh god, they smell divine and expensive. Who am I? What have I turned into? Even as my mind has little doubts, I can’t wish for anything less. I want more. I want it all. My mother often said, back when I still lived with her, that my quest for a better life would ruin me. I guess I’m drawing near ruin now. Because I won’t stop. I wasn’t born to live in slums. Grandeur suits me. Yes, my name is Desiree and I’m addicted to riches. Someone should get me rehabilitated. I notice a card attached to the flowers which says, “R

A girl in a white shirt and a pair of red trousers walked to the table with a rack of drinks and a bucket of ice. I turned my attention to the stripper whose shape was like an hour glass, though slender like a domestic cat, and her skin was glossy like polished glass. She had bouncy, apple shaped breasts with a tattoo in the space between them. There was fluidity in her movement as she swirled around the pole mounted inside the cage. She put her head down and raised her legs up. She slowly parted her legs. With one hand, she balanced herself at a spot and the other hand somehow found its way to her groin area. The index finger of her free hand got lost inside her panties and when it came out

Have you ever sunk deep into the depth of desire as your heart wished for you to drown while your mind told you to fight against the waves? When I look at Deimos I am always caught by desire's net. Desire to touch. A desire for a taste. Desire to possess. With each passing day, it overtakes me inch by inch sinking its fangs deep within me sucking my will to fight.

She had heard tales about him from her father a couple of times about how rich the Sinclairs are, she never believed they were this rich. After a ride of 5 hours and a few minutes, they arrived at their destination. Fred told the driver to take Ruth to the mansion and show her to her room. He had to leave as he had some important things to take care of. Ruth was marveled at the beauty of the Sinclair mansion. The outside view was breathtaking. The expansive mansion was a stunning sight to behold, with its towering columns, sweeping staircase, and numerous balconies overlooking the rolling hills. The fountain was captivating but she didn't have enough time to marvel at it because the bodyguar

The sharp sting only made my cock throb harder. “One final question,” she said, voice soft but deadly serious, “before I decide if you stay as my locked-up fuck toy forever. Do you want to leave free… or belong to me permanently as my personal property?” I hesitated only a second. The constant denial, the plug, the edging, the blindfold — it had broken something deep inside me. The old life felt distant, unreal. This — this aching, helpless need — felt like the only thing left. “I want to belong to you, Mistress,” I whispered.

With closed eyes and heavy breaths, she eagerly awaited that first kiss, parting her lips to invite him in. Frustration consumed her as she still didn't feel his lips. She furrowed her brows in confusion and opened her eyes to an empty space . Disappointment flooding over her. It was just another hallucination, leaving her burning with unfulfilled desire. Slamming her hand onto the basin platform, she closed her eyes, attempting to regain composure. Anger surged within as she blamed herself for again thinking of him. Determined to break free from his hold, she glared at herself in the mirror. desperate to quell her insatiable desires she Fixed her hair and stormed out of the washroom, ready

Liam had snatched whatever I had. I didn't know when my tears started to fall. All I did in my life was cry. Pregnancy should be a nice period in a woman's life. But it seems like I am not included in that category. I have been crying throughout my pregnancy and I am tired of it. I wanted it to end so that I could enjoy this period with a smile. I want to be loved. But it looks like I am asking for something which is not in my destiny. In Cruel Destiny.

Should I write her name on my heart or the awareness of my existence on her lips? After her disappearing from life, desires started awakening within me. Desires to look into her eyes, sit with her for hours. To hold her hand in mine, to run my fingers through her hair. To listen to her words for hours, to feel her presence. These desires have taken root in my mind, all based on the hope that one day I will meet her and fulfill all the desires. Then, I will stop her from leaving again. I'll keep these desires in my mind, hoping that one day she will meet me to fulfill them. Then, I will keep her close to me and never let her go again.