Destructive Desires Novels & Stories

"Victor is an aesthetic hedonist. He buys beautiful things and breaks them when he grows bored. If you approach him as a delicate flower, he will take you, conquer you, and discard you again." Adrian's thumb stroked over Julian’s bottom lip, pulling it down slightly, exposing white teeth. Julian felt a shudder run through his core, a sharp spike of arousal that caught him off guard. "You must be the poison he willingly swallows," Adrian continued softly, his thumb tracing the curve of Julian's jaw line down to his throat. "You must be arrogant, elusive, and utterly unattainable until he is crawling on his knees. He must believe you are superior to him in every way—wealthier, sharper, cooler,

The dreams fed the obsession, intensifying the hunger for something far beyond carnal pleasure. He didn't want her in the conventional sense, not for a fleeting moment of physical gratification. No, his desire was far more profound, far more serious. He wanted to possess her, utterly and completely. He wanted to strip away every last vestige of her composure, every carefully constructed excuse, every desperate deflection, until she stood before him raw, exposed, and utterly honest. Until she looked at him, her eyes wide with a desperate, understanding terror, and whispered, or perhaps screamed, Yes, I want you to break me.

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."

Falling, fast and reckless, for something that could burn me—or burn me alive in the most intoxicating way possible. Some desires… aren’t meant to be tamed. Some people… aren’t meant to be resisted. And I was already caught in both.

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.

"I should want to kill you. Everything in me should be screaming at me to rip your throat out and watch you bleed. Instead I keep letting you kiss me. Instead I keep wanting you to kiss me again. This is insanity." Max smiled, slow and dangerous and absolutely confident. "That's the beauty of it, Autumn," he said, beginning to walk toward her with measured steps. "Hate and desire have always been close cousins. They're two sides of the same coin. The line between them is razor-thin, and people traverse it far more often than they'd like to admit."

And maybe I’d let her, just to watch her softest brown eyes shine in the fire. Every time I see her, I don’t just want. Wanting is too human. Too polite. What I feel is a need that borders on destruction. I want to wreck her. Fold her into my chaos. Crush the world that shaped her without me in t. I want to make her bleed out every memory that doesn’t have me in it. And if that sounds monstrous, I can’t even tell what sick part of me thinks yet. Because I am.

He had no control over his nafs- which had turned black. His nafs- his desires were guiding him and he was being pushed to the path of destruction. He was aware of it. And then he ought to make this destruction, his abode. Let this restlessness be of lifetime, but he won't back down until the last drop of blood would not fall from Moosa's body. It was a promise. A promise he made with himself. A promise his nafs forced him to make. Yet he didn't realize it. Or maybe he did and surrendered to the power of his desires. Desires so menacing that they weren't satiating even after making her a walking corpse.

“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.

We don't care about laws limiting their desires for the general order, what else will people go to to maintain their society? The further people go from the origins of nature, the more the sense of balance disappears, to kill more than you can eat, to absorb more than you need. Create something that will destroy thousands of lives, for the sake of your desires. Only a man can kill his own kind, in such quantities. An anomaly of the brain helped a person in a short time to weave his web of technology around the entire planet, burning it with his poison and greed, a consumer world that does not want to live in harmony. A convenient foundation for the development of your world, creatures, an or