Destructive Desires Novels & Stories

She's my temptation, a sin I want to drown in and I hope I will be able to pull myself out before it destroys me. It's been a long I let out the masochist in me out because not every girl can handle that but I found a woman, a woman I am not supposed to tolerate, I found a woman I'm supposed to destroy and I fucking want to destroy her but that would be in my bed, I want her spread wide for me. "Fuck!" I let out a cuss and the desire to bang my head to reason welled up in me but I knew that no matter how many times I banged my head, nothing would satiate or stop me until I have her.

I shook my head furiously," no I have , and i hate it. I hate the fact I'm even thinking about it " Kate leaned back, smirking. “Look, I’m just saying… it’s not like he’s actually your brother. Not by blood. So what’s stopping you? Feelings are feelings. Desire is desire. If you want to get it out of your system, sometimes the best way is… well, to face it.” I stared at her, shocked, my mind racing. “kate… you’re insane. I cannot do that.” Insane , she said with a teasing roll of her eyes, if I were you, I wouldn't be hiding behind guilt, that guy is fine, too fine to waste feeling guilt about.

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.”

Caleb asked me, and I smiled. "I will," I replied, and he nodded. " No!" my father growled. " Regan is my problem. He Killed my wife and tried to kill my second wife. He stole from me and tried to kill my family members for nothing because of his greed. He is a sociopath. He is venom, and he is my problem. I will fight him. I have looked for this bastard for years. I want to fight him and kill him very slowly when I am done with him." My father said.

While my family members believe I don’t have powers, I know this fiery heat in me manifested when I was extremely agitated. The good girl in me was gone. I shouted barbarically, “You could have all the men you wanted in Tyi, but why Hans? I loved Hans since I was young, but now, you… You robbed him from me! I hate you! I hate you forever!” I repeated my cries a few times, directing the flames at her.

I've left lives in ruins and torn families apart just to achieve my selfish desires. Desires to feel better about not having one. It wasn't their fault that I had none. It was my fault that night. If I hadn't killed them all, maybe... Maybe I would still have got—no, they deserved it, except for two. They all deserved it—my father, who made my life miserable, And the power-hungry and godforsaken woman who thought she could come and take over where she hadn't worked. Was it because they were true mates? Was that why she thought she could do whatever she pleased

Too bad for them, I actually did spit fire. "Fine, but I think you should scrap Everhart from your mind. Find another target." Desiree's voice cut through my musings, jarring me back to the opulent ballroom. "What! I can't do that!" She stared at me, mouth agape, eyes wide. The look, strangely enough, reminded me of the hamster my father accidentally squeezed to death. And I use the term accidentally loosely. I jolted, shaking my head to dispel the unwelcome memory. I sighed, meeting Desiree's dramatic gaze. She always had a flair for the theatrical, but she wouldn't say no unless it was a genuinely bad idea. "Why? Give me one good reason, and I won't contact him."

"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?"

"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

“What did you change?” Malcolm didn’t look away from the data. “Nothing they’ll notice.” Because the Desire Engine did not insert new wants. That would be detectable. Suspicious. Rejected. Instead— It adjusted weight. Between competing desires. The part of you that wanted rest… Versus the part that wanted productivity. The part that wanted independence… Versus the part that wanted security. The part that wanted to resist… Versus the part that wanted relief. It didn’t remove anything. It just made one feel slightly stronger.