Destructive Desires Novels & Stories

"I just found out recently. Taking what someone cherishes the most can be disastrous,it could drive one insane" "My mom doesn't Cherish me",I said challenging him. "She doesn't. But she Cherishes the money you make for her, which when she looses, she'd almost go insane!,that's what I want" "Where is your heart Mr Zuoka?",I asked staring at him. "The bullet in this gun is poisoned too, dipped into a plate of poison. The poison would eat your brains first. And as for my heart?...well,every side of it is filled with darkness, and floating round that darkness is a desire,a burning dark desire"

His eyes were dark, hungry, and dangerous. He took one step toward me. “I can't hold myself anymore…I want you.”

There are three kinds of desire. The natural and necessary desire. The natural but unnecessary desire. And the empty and vain desires. The kind that looked real on the surface but meant nothing if you looked deeper. Derek had never fit into any of them. Nothing about him had ever felt natural. Not the life he lived. Not the things he did. Not even the way he allowed himself to feel. If anything, Derek created his own definitions. His own rules. And his own version of desire. He took what he wanted, discarded what he didn’t, and never questioned it.

"Inside, I'm him. The wanting that becomes rage. The love that becomes possession. The—" "The what?" "The destruction." He said it simply, the recognition that had been building since the locker, since the blood, since the moment he became what he feared and survived it and couldn't forget it. "Dante and I. We're not different. We both destroy what we love because we can't survive its freedom. We just—" He stopped, found the distinction. "We just do it differently. Publicly versus privately. Rage versus architecture. But the same. The same messed up, not finished, still trying."

Processing or feeling or both. “Warmth,” they said. “Not temperature. Something else that uses that word. And a pull, the way you described, the distance between where I am and where I want to be.” Their fingers moved at the base of Aren’s neck. “And something I can only describe as not wanting this to stop. Actively not wanting it. That’s different from just continuing a behavior. I notice the difference.” “That’s desire,” Aren said. “Then yes,” Lyric said. “I desire you.”

"You will. Because you have no choice. And because deep down, a part of you wonders what it would feel like. To let go of everything. To no longer be responsible. To be nothing but an object. An object of desire and punishment." His words are poisoned arrows finding their target. It's my most shameful secret, this unhealthy fascination with surrender, with loss of control. How does he know? "I hate this," I whisper. "Hate and desire are Siamese twins, Célia. You cannot have one without the other." He leans in, his lips so close to my ear that his breath caresses my skin.

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.

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.

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.

That weird voice in my head of an old man ruined my mood. I neglected it first, but it came back over and over. "Fuck off, old man!" I shouted in my head. "I don't know who you are, and you keep popping into my head like it is nothing." "Don't give in to your temptations," The voice in my head mentioned again. "What temptations are you talking about? Are you saying I should not do it with her?" This always ran behind my head while getting aroused.