Destructive Desire Novels & Stories

Leonel said, whilst trying hard in sending Ismael off without causing further eruptions of his anger. Ismael stood a bit reluctant, his mind fashioned on meeting Alexis, if definitely he could, Alexis would definitely be far off from a piece, a fact Leo stood aware of through the cast of his eyes of Ismael's unsettled body, his eyes which portrayed his darkened desires, spilling forth screaming intent of Ismeal's hurt and his one time wush on harming his mother once and for all, a desire Alexis solidly stood on, also wishing Ismael was nowhere above the earth's crust, but below it's heat.

A few of the employees has began coming to the office with all oblivious of the people in the opened door. Sofia and the unknown guy woke up with a strong urge. The urge that made them crave each other. They both desired to have each other. It felt like their mind was replaced with something else, which can be desire. Nothing else around them matters. They did not take a look at their surrounding and even if they do, their mind was clouded to think of doing anything about it. The strong tearing of dresses forcefully filled the room as Sofia clutched to her stomach. Nothing! Her head is blank, the only thing she can think of now is to quench her taste for sèx .

--2018-- Destiny. Some say it’s stupid. Some say it’s valid. For me? It was both stupid and valid. But mostly, it was something that I was willing to experience in every single lifetime I had left. Because it made me reunite with him. The one who almost killed me when we were kids. Who was meant to be my enemy. Who we were always meant to ignore or fight and move on. But again. Destiny. Destiny has its ways of bringing you all levels of sadness and a massive amount of happiness.

"We are all aware about what happened some months ago and how one of us went astray, and tried to harm one of our friends. It hurt me when I heard that he also murdered his own father because he was an LGBT. Not only that, he also tried to injure some and threatened them into doing things against their wills. Why? Because he thought being a gay or lesbian or bi or trans was a sin. He confessed he killed his father because he was ashamed of his sexaulity. He told his mother that he erased her husband's existence because he dared to love someone else than her. "His mother was extremely shocked and hurt when she heard it. She cried and when I met her, she shared with me her surprise. Because sh

Damien and I almost did everything. This is what Lilith was talking about. Everything is starting to make sense now that which almost angers me. The cracked-masked Reaper nodded. “Desire is the anchor that binds you both—your need for him, and his need to be worthy of you. But desire, unchecked, can consume or corrupt. You must confront it. Embrace it. And then…” “…let it go.” The words sank deep, chilling me from the inside. Let it go? After everything that has happened?

Then it is followed by nature and sin in the perfect form of any woman’s dream. “Love, heartache, desperation, and chances. That is my game. The play of tag is my amusement, and everyone’s desire to love and to be loved is my world. I am known as the most basic emotion, as one can say that I am the begging and at the same time the root of destruction. Standing before you, the sin of Lust.” Well said and certainly entertaining. The perfect embodiment that he wanted to kill and secretly is like a temptation that Envy is sending him. Jealousy for their perfection that is he wouldn’t keep himself in check he will fall into the abyss of wrath’s greed.

“You crave being my dirty secret.” Emma nodded, tears in her eyes even as she came around his cock. The psychological conflict was tearing her apart. She loved Alex — or at least, she used to. She hated how weak she was. How much she needed Marcus’s dominance, his experience, the way he made her feel truly desired and filthy. That night, after another risky session with Alex sleeping nearby, Emma lay awake long after Marcus left. Her body was sore — ass red from spanking, neck faintly bruised from choking, pussy swollen and leaking.

I wanted to possess her, to make her mine in every way. The thought of her screams sent shivers down my spine like a fucking melody I long to orchestrate. I didn't even like music. I imagine hurting her, breaking her, watching the light dim in her eyes. And then, I would caress her, soothe the pain I inflicted, whisper sweet nothings as if they could erase the terror. It was a twisted dance, this need to both destroy and protect, to inflict agony and then cradle her in my arms. She was becoming my ultimate desire, and I was lost in the labyrinth of my own mind, where the lines between desire and annoyance blurred.

The whole day after Mom announced her trip, I was a mess. Every time I looked at Alexander, my body reacted against my will. My pussy would throb, remembering how his fingers felt inside me the night before. I kept scolding myself in my head. *This is so wrong. He’s married to your mother. He’s your stepfather. What kind of daughter are you becoming?* But no matter how much I tried to fight it, the ache between my legs only got worse. I still really wanted to see him but I couldn't as Mom stayed over. I'm starting to crave him and he hasn't even fucked me yet. I shouldn't even be thinking about this. He's twice my age and married to my mother.... But it sure feels so fucking good. I want mor

Luca reached for her laptop before she could stop him. “Don’t read those.” “Too late.” Some comments were harmless. Others were not. Gold digger. Another model. She’ll disappear in two months. Fame hungry. One especially cruel headline had called her “the latest accessory in Luca Moretti’s collection.” She hated how much that one bothered her. Luca’s jaw tightened visibly reading the screen. “Sienna.” “It’s fine.” “No, it isn’t.” He shut the laptop calmly. “You should never read comment sections. They’re where emotionally unstable people go to perform personality disorders publicly.”