Envy And Lust Novels & Stories

Lust: beautiful, horrifying, untouchable. One loped forward in a patchwork cloak stitched from stolen garments—velvet sleeve, torn lace hem, leather scraps that never fit. Green eyes flickered and shifted, stealing the faces of those who looked too long. A cracked emerald pulsed at their throat. Envy: hollow and ravenous.

Jealousy, insecurity, and anger surged through her veins, threatening to consume her. As the two twirled gracefully on the dance floor, Darlyn's vision seemed to darken. She resented the sight of Lyza in Dante's arms, their apparent disregard for the world around them fueling her fury. It felt as though Lyza was stealing away everything that Darlyn had once held dear.

“After everything we’ve felt for each other, you don’t think that there’s any chance--” Enzo shook his head and interrupted me. “No, Nina. I’m sorry, but now that I’ve experienced her scent, I know that she’s my fated mate, and there’s no denying it.” I felt tears well up in my eyes again. “But all of the times we wanted to be together… All of the times that it felt as though we couldn’t resist…” “Love is different from lust,” Enzo replied. His voice was dark and low. “I’m sorry. But I think that all we ever really had between us was lust. It was doomed from the start.”

I need to be careful. At Sin's signal, I stay quiet. Envy sees the communication between the two of us and she winces. She is envious of what we have. It is what she is. Greed giggles, humorlessly. “You know, Lust has been right about you from the very beginning.” “Finally. Someone admits I am right.” Luca laughs.

It was chaos incarnate, an intricate dance of tooth and claw, of strength and strategy. As I fought, my mind flashed back to the memories of my time in Matt's pack—the laughter, the camaraderie, and the shared dreams of a better future. But those bonds had been shattered, replaced by a burning desire for justice, for retribution against a leader who had strayed from the path of honor. The battle raged on, the forest serving as the backdrop to this clash of wills. Wolves clashed with ferocity, our fangs bared, our muscles rippling with primal strength. The scent of blood filled the air, intermingling with the scent of earth and sweat.

Those words sent a mix of excitement and trepidation coursing through me, leaving me utterly breathless. Don't give in, I desperately reminded myself, reminding my racing thoughts of his notorious womanizing ways. Yet, in the same breath, Eve's advice echoed in my mind—maybe getting under him would be the best way to finally rid myself of this overwhelming lust that had consumed me ever since that dream. Conflicting emotions swirled within me, lust battling against reason, and no matter how hard I tried to wrestle with the logic, nothing seemed to make sense anymore. Giovanni Haynes

I took a sip of my drink to calm myself down. "Tonight, our women will show just how much lust they can provide. Every woman will try to turn their kings on as much as possible. Of course with their own creativity so every sin will be fed to the king. Every sin will feed the kingdom of that sin. Flowers grow in the wrath realm when fighting happens, grass is greenest when they sleep most in the realm of sloth, animals breed in the lust realm when we fuck like our lives depend on it!" Yroul shouted. Everybody screamed with her. The blood drained from my face.

Everyone present focused their gaze on the women, their eyes sparking with lust, surely, it would be nice to have a taste of the wealthy Cara, she was rendered useless, but they could explore her body, and that has only brought their hormones high. "Let me have her." A deep crispy voice sounded from the other angle of the room, the slightly old man picked up the glass, and stared at the figure scrawling on the floor, his eyes sparking with lust. "I want her!" Another voice boomed out. Lucas just stared, his hands on his hip, before he snickered, at the men, lust could really tend to render one useless, but was there a difference between lust and love? You crave for someone, and yet you want

Maybe he was—but he certainly wasn’t imagining his reaction to those thoughts. With a small groan he turned onto his side, and then onto his stomach—feeling the rising heat of yet another erection pressing against the mattress. It had been like this for most of the week, and it had been hell. Night after night he’d imagined parting Pamela’s pale thighs and sliding his hot, hard heat into her exquisite warmth. He swallowed as the tightness increased. Was his body so starved of physical pleasure that he should become fixated on a woman simply because she happened to be around? Yet what other explanation could there be for this inexplicable lust he was experiencing?

Lust, need, anger, and jealousy. Andrius’ heart was on his sleeve right now, but I was evil, or maybe just mental. Because I know that while he may be ready to rearrange my guts again, I don’t miss the pain in his gaze. I wasn’t the only reason he was here. He also wanted Levi, maybe as much as he wanted me. It made me feel fucking powerful, so desired, so loved, knowing Levi chose me over him. Demented, I know.