Destructive Desire Novels & Stories

The ones that got away from the light, seeking revenge among their own kind, hurting the innocent, craving to rule over their bodies like cows for slaughter. I am the god of destruction, the bringer of death and despair. I will not just destroy buildings, the soil, the physical bodies, I will destroy their minds, twisting them in ways they could not deem possible. They will scream for me to rid myself of their mind, but I only laugh at their pathetic cries of absolution of fear.

"Do you think this teaching method will help me control my desire to kill?" I lay naked on the bed and looked at Frade, who was smoking a cigarette. "In my opinion, sexual desire is no different from ho.micidal desire!" He flicked his cigarette into the brown ashtray on the bedside table. "If you can control sexual desire, why can't you control h.omicidal desire?" I lay my head on his lap and looked up at him. White smoke came out of his mouth and nose and hung around his cheeks, and suddenly I thought his perfect face was like a hazy painting hanging on the wall.

I hid it and suppressed it, ignoring its existence. There was an even louder part of me that was aroused by the fact that he did. It was a darker part. I sometimes had dreams of him in a bloodbath, with him fucking me in the middle of it all. That was one of my sickest desires. I shot out of it immediately. I needed to get back to work and get whatever this was off my mind. I would never do that. I would never find pleasure in death and... bloodshed? I wasn't that kind of person.

The uncertainty only enticed me even more. Agonizing pleasure enraptured me. Desire so powerful I thought it would combust and kill us both in a fiery inferno to rival Hell itself. His broad shoulders strained, a cord in his neck roped with stress. His nostrils flared and I watched his scarred upper lip curl. "I will destroy you. Snap you into so many pieces no one will be able to find them all. Keep digging and you'll be a nameless corpse found in a ditch long after I've consumed every bit of light you had left."

My chest tightened until it felt like my ribs might crack from the pressure. I dragged in a sharp inhale through my nose and pressed my fingers hard against my temples, nails digging into skin. Get her out of your head. But it was useless. Completely, devastatingly useless. Because it wasn't just desire anymore. Lust, I could handle. Lust was simple, primal, something that could be satisfied and forgotten. But this—this was something else entirely. Something far more dangerous than want, more terrifying than need.

he whispered again, the words a broken litany. I walked to him. I didn’t touch him, not yet. I stood in front of him, forcing him to look at me. “I know. And I want to destroy him for it. But not like this. Not by becoming him. Not by sacrificing everything we are, everything we have, to feed your rage. That’s what he wants. He wants you to come at him, wild and blind. He’s waiting for it. It’s the final move in his game. To prove that deep down, you’re just like him. A monster who will burn the world to get what he wants.”

He bit my ear and said in a low voice, "I would love to hear my name in them the most." And once again I let myself be defiled by him because there's nothing I can do, I have to comply with his desires. I lost myself in his vicious acts but they aren't vicious at all; they were gentle, but to me they are menacing and toxic because I can keep up with his desires but the gentleness that invokes unwanted emotions in me; They are unbearable. They are horrendous. If he marries for desires, then why stop those urges? It's almost like he can't hurt me, even if he wants to, the most incomprehensible thing ever.

He said turning to the book and she sighed, She turned back to her meal and continued with it. “Ugh, why are all the things on this list all childish?” Draven asked after a while of going through and Xalia turned to him with a confused expression. “Huh? How?” “What the fuck is go hiking, driving a roller coaster, watching Barbie Premiere and many other dumb things here.” “There are not dumb, there are the things I want.” “I wasn't expecting… “ “But you said I should make a list of things I wanted.” “Don't cut me off.” Draven said and she apologized immediately.

"I am worried about myself hafiz, For how long are we going to continue with this clandestine relationship you know deeply inside you that you and i can never be together because seriously hafz i want my own family, a family i can look up to, i am 25 i am not getting any younger, how sure am i that you are'nt living your happy life with your wife, maybe i am thé only one killing myself over this relationship maybe my mum is right i should just Forget about you and move on, your mum is just a selfish woman putting her own désire before her only son need, what type of mother does tha...." "Don't speak about my mum that way."i snap.

I can't help but feel more and more nervous with every passing second. I don't want to be late. I can't be late. Not when my family is in danger. They shouldn't have been a part of Jake's game. He said he wanted to destroy me and he wanted to do that by hurting my family. By hurting Harley. My knuckles turn pale as I grab the steering wheel tighter, breaking hundreds of traffic rules as I drive faster. I don't care. I am the least bothered by what the law thinks of me right now. The law can go to hell.