Dezire Book Novels & Stories

Her story unfolds in layers: through the haunting grip of her dreams, the unraveling of a once-promising engagement, and the magnetic pull of a man who exists both in her subconscious and in the shadows of her waking life. This book explores the power of instinct, the destruction that lies in deceit, and the healing that only truth, however painful,can bring. You may find pieces of yourself in Jacqueline. In her strength. In her silence. In the storm she learns to survive. This is a story about second chances, about trusting the unknown, and about the dangerous beauty of a love that finds you when you least expect it, and refuses to let go. With heart, [Dee-Jay] Jacqueline’s POV

Stop it, Elara, this is insane, you're not some damsel getting wet over a stranger in the woods, but fuck, I was, and I could feel the dampness in my panties, the way my pulse throbbed between my legs, syncing with the beat of his heart that I swore I could hear. "Why the hell not?" I demanded, "Because you wandered into our territory, and now you're mine to deal with, fated or not, your scent calls to me, awakens the beast." Fated? What the fuck does that mean? I wondered, but the words sent a shiver down my spine, thrilling and terrifying, and I pressed my free hand to his chest, feeling the hard muscle there, the rapid thump of his heart under my palm, and he groaned low in his throat, a

It was an outrageous display of disrespect towards her employer. But at that moment, she simply did not care. Sebastian kept going on about money and power as though every person in the world could be bought with those things. “Just because something is important doesn’t mean it can buy someone’s heart,” Desiree muttered as she pressed the lift button. The doors opened, and she stepped inside. As the lift descended, she stared at her reflection in the mirrored wall. “He doesn’t realise that my homegirl only needs a man who’ll treat her with a bit of extra care...”

She’s self centered like that. I notice that it takes mystery woman a moment before she says, “I can’t say that I’m sure. Can you tell?” I study the piece for a few moments again and say the first thing that comes out of my mouth “Longing. There’s a peacefulness that transcends the piece.”

If I was going to do this, I wanted there to be zero barriers. I stared at the ancient, leather-bound book I’d spent six months' salary on. The ink on the pages looked like dried blood. My pulse was a physical thrumming in my throat as I began to speak the words. The Latin was clunky on my tongue, sharp and guttural. I didn't care about the grammar; I cared about the heat building in the pit of my stomach. Every syllable felt like a spark hitting dry kindling. "Azrael," I whispered, my voice cracking. "Azrael, I call you."

I didn’t expect him to flip a switch like that, going from a lover to a cold professor in a heartbeat. “Sit down,” he added, his eyes tracking me like I was prey. “Let’s start.” I moved as I was told, confused by the sudden change in temperature. “Start what?” “What you came for,” he muttered, no longer looking at me, his attention fixed on the desk. He opened the book and started reading the content aloud. “Can you focus now?” I was speechless. This wasn’t what I wanted. I wanted more than just a lecture; I wanted the fire from a moment ago. “Sir—”

He struggled through the crowd but his bulk size wouldn’t let him walk through as easily as I did give how lithe and smallish I am. He was near the isle before he was pulled back by someone from the crowd: a woman dressed in a glittery crop top and a pair of black leather bum shorts, she was really curvy with a large ass and the breasts of three people. She had those big breasts pressing against Kelvin while he tried to wriggle free from her captivity. I didn't like her. I began to feel an intense desire to protect "my territory." I walked up to her and gave her a light tap.

he said happily and he pulled the car aside so I looked at the children playing, infact were in school. "That's drixity i think" daddy pointed to the child who was reading a book while in the cradle, "Based on the pictures you give me she's qualified in that" daddy said laughing, she still has eye glasses and her hair is in a ponytail with a ribbon so she looks cute. I took a good look at her face until I found out that it was her, high eyelashes, pouty lips and cute cheekbones and above all her hair with gold on her chin and black highlights like a highlight and but you know it's just natural . He looked in our direction so I smiled.

She loved the library, no doubt, but she had most of her books delivered at home. Maybe I was just being paranoid. She was a grown woman, enough to decide on her will. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Elyse interrupted my thoughts. "About Madam Desideria" she finished. "Yes. She is quite late." I murmured, staring at the food on the table which was turning cold. "I have my suspicions."Elyse leaned closer to the table. " Do you think Madam Desi is seeing someone?" Elyse winked and I laughed. "No, seriously. She seems to sneak around lately. I suspect she is dating a man"

(Hannah’s POV) The smell of burnt wood and ash still lingered in the air as I stepped over the caution tape. The building had been nothing more than a quiet corner bookstore—one I’d passed dozens of times without much thought. Now, it was a skeleton of charred beams and shattered glass. I swallowed hard. Standing here, in the middle of what was once a thriving business, made everything feel more real. This wasn’t just a story; it was someone’s life in ruins.