Novel & Cerita Destructive Desire

"You are all sunshine and sweetness. You deserve a prince charming who will sweep you off your feet, not me. I'm too bad for you." "Oops, guess I want the bad boy then." I'm all about self pleasure, I keep taking and taking from the women who offer up their bodies to me as sacrifices to satisfy my dark fantasies. I never stop until they are as broken and damaged as me. Katherine yell our names from their mansion for the umpteenth time. Lily stands up and jump from between my legs. I quickly rollover pressing my body on the grass inorder to hide the bulge in my pants. She crooks a brow oblivious to my torment. "What's wrong?"

Arya please stop crying or am gonna cry too," Christie said using her thumb to clean her tears. How about Ronald, have you told him about it? Josh asked. No, but I think he's feeling more than I do, it's almost impossible for him to hide it even when our parents are present, guys this is really bad because it isn't just a normal attraction, this is deeply erotic, dark feelings, sexual cravings, I have wet dreams about him all the time, i get wet at little contact with him, I always imagine how it feels to have him inside of me and..... Ewww, stop, just stop already Arya, it's making me wanna puke right now no offence though, but this is really bad, it's incest, I can't believe this is happen

My arms shook tremendously and became sweaty. I pushed the ignition. The engine revved once, I switched gears to Drive and floored the accelerator. The tires of my car scraped against the tarred road and screeched when I turned the wheels left and bolted into the highway. I ruined the romantic walk of a couple as they jumped out of the road just in time to avoid getting knocked over by the lunatic behind the wheels of a black BMW SUV. “You will die in an accident!” one of them yelled out. I still drove on. I would rather die in an accident than let this monster out.

she ranted, taking out two wine glasses and a bottle of vodka and fruit punch. Remember when I said that Linda had a family tragedy a year ago? Linda's mother died from cancer. She was so devastated. She went out to parties, got drunk and high, and I had to help her get through this. "What did she want?" I questioned as she set the glasses on the coffee table. Linda and I moved into this nice studio during our freshmen year in Uni. The walls were painted a light nude cream color there was two L shaped white sofas, a coffee table and a plasma screen TV. There are some photos of me and Linda and friends and families on the walls.

She shook her head multiple times. "Hehehehe...hurt me? Joy I think you underestimate my capabilities." "It's not that Taylor, he is also a mafia, he is a dirty man Taylor, you wouldn't want to get involved with such I will take care of it." "Hmmm.... Joy don't underestimate what I am capable of doing for you. I don't care what he is, I can end him with a snap of my fingers if you allow me." Joy saw anger as well as something still unknown to her in his eyes, she felt assured whenever she saw that look.

In that bar, seeing the predatory look, I already knew the danger he represented the ferocious animal looking for a fight at the height, one which I felt the challenge to provide, I tried uselessly to believe that it was dangerous for my plans, to undo the constant desire. I was completely wrong, Dragon is a ball of destruction ravaging every wall firmly built to protect something I thought I lost long ago, a part of me I never imagined needing, wanting, or wanting, taking over a forgotten space and appropriating the deepest avaricious miseries of my soul in wanting to have him and keep him just for pleasure.

Alejandro's Pov Human want. The strong desire to own or possess something or someone that is either unavailable, absent or inaccessible. The most interesting thing about selfish desires is the vicious manner at which it digs its claws beneath your skin, leaving you in complete pain and agony until you’re fully surrendered to the carelessness and recklessness of those desires.

Because to him, I was exactly that— a man filled with dark desires to destroy his parents’ marriage. And the worst part? I had no intention of changing that either.

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.

Even now, as the horror settled heavily in my chest, a traitorous part of me still ached for more, and that realization made me feel sick. I buried my face in my hands, my fingers digging into my hair as though I could somehow pull myself out of this nightmare. If I could rewind time, I would. I'd walk away before any of it happened. I'd stop myself before desire drowned out reason and turned me into someone I barely recognized. But I couldn't.