Destiny Of Desire Play Novels & Stories

The inspiration for Love Destiny came from various factors such as her interest in the military and medical world, and love-hate relationship. In her free time, she loves to enter another world so-called ‘fantasy world’, wanting to escape from reality. By entering this world, she feels like she has full control throughout the journey. Until one day, she decided to write her ‘fantasy’ in words instead of keeping it in mind. She enjoys herself while writing and she will continue doing it with passion.

The selfish bastard inside me was fueled with the need to claim the girl that I’ve all these years silently and recklessly considered mine. The Devil is a title and reputation I’ve very much earned. When a Devil wants something, he takes it. And I’ve ignored my own wants and needs long enough. It’s time I give in to the urge to drive Kasey to the edge of madness and show her the darker sides to be found in pleasure. The ones carefully mixed with an appropriate measure of pain. “Take your clothes off. Let me see you.” Her nostrils flare, the spark of defiance igniting in her eyes urging her to fight me on this, but tonight, I won’t be relinquishing any of my control.

"Then what do you want? You said there was a price." He turned around, and the gold in his eyes was cold, like frozen coins. "You didn't just call a lover, Claire. You called a shadow. From now on, I am the hunger you can't satisfy. You will go about your life. You will go to your job, you will talk to your friends, you will eat and sleep. But every time a man touches your hand, you will feel my teeth on your neck. Every time you try to find pleasure without me, you will feel nothing but ash in your mouth." The weight of it hit me. It wasn't death; it was a haunting.

but my very spirit endlessly perverted by speculation concerning whatever delirious dance this upstart pretender and I are enacting upon the stage? I'm panting like a winded cur by the climax of this maddening self-interrogation. Every pulse pounding with the seething refusal to let this ridiculously inflated farce go any further. To allow my transcendent destiny among legends to remain forever toxified by a poisonous infatuation for my sworn enemy.

But I remained steadfast in my determination, assuring her that I knew what I was doing. In the realm of dreams, I crafted scenarios that would draw Aethelfrith closer to me, painting vivid pictures of a future together. I manipulated his desires, awakening feelings he had never experienced before. I became his constant presence, a figure he couldn't shake off even in his waking hours.

Connected. Surrendered to desire. ******************************************

"Agite tenebrae abyssi" Whispering the Latin spell with perfection and satisfaction, her smile draws into a sinister one as the embodiment of the sin that is planted within her is forming into perfection. As the gate appears and opens welcoming her inside. She tools the steps and enters as she is now facing the true God that the play rings. “Let Him have his way as you should help them in achieving the embodiment of the sins and continue doing so with Chantal and Mayumi.” With the game that is set beforehand, where he is just a mere tool to act as the agent in between. JK remanence to that perfect play that HE let him spearhead as it echoes and back to his mind.

Then the almighty descended Cloud to fulfill his last mission, and that is to teach psyche how to love again. Miss Katelyn asked me and Lucifer to stay while the others have already left. She said that she has something to say to me and Lucifer first. It was just a loud silence between Lucifer and I until Miss Katelyn finally spoke. “The theme of the play is romance so the both of you should act like you really love each other especially you, Miss Santos. You have to act like you really love our director.” “Y-Yes, Miss Katelyn.” I do really love him even if I don’t act.

guessed Athen. The handsome, sharp-nosed young man nodded and then took a long breath. It was tiring having nightmares and getting pieces of riddles that he didn't know the answers to. "What did you dream this time?" asked his mother, taking over the seat next to him. "A girl crying in the corner of the room with sad cries," Damaresh replied, looking straight ahead. Looking at the beautiful flow of the river was quite soothing. Silence. Both were busy with their thoughts. Damaresh was busy thinking about the puzzle pieces in his dream, while Athena was busy thinking about how long this shadow would stay in her family's life. The past events traumatized her enough that she didn't want to repe

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.