Fierce Love Book Novels & Stories

Justin said barely audible to Daniel. It was painful for Justin that the one person he loves on the whole earth more than anything only sees him as a friend. It hurt Justin pretty bad; he knows it wasn't his friend's fault, he just can't shove his love down Daniel's throat and expect he will accept him. Love can't be forced Justin had always known that but he wished more than anything in his case at least the one thing he desired in the whole world reciprocated back the same feeling he had for him but staying friends with Daniel was cool Justin had thought as he cried into Daniel's shoulder.

I grip Lucas' wrist to steady his hands and to make his fingers go deeper inside me. "Good things come to those who wait, my love," he says. And fuck, I really want—no need to come. I yelped and sat straighter in the tub so quickly that a huge splash of coconut-scented water splats on the floor as Lucas inserts another finger. I feel so full. Nothing's stopping him this time. He fucks me with his fingers mercilessly. The sound of my wetness and of his knuckles colliding with my inner thigh against the water envelopes the room. Lucas grips my hair by my name and pulls me back, exposing my pale neck and my breasts. He sucks the skin there and I object.

Felix loved her a lot but this girl could also make his life miserable. Also, she was not scared of him a bit. *l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l*

Again. Listening to him speak was like hearing the sound of a chalk being grated against a board. He spoke smoothly. And there was nothing I could do but listen. Of course I could unfreeze him but what would that get me. It was useless doing that. “You sound so protective of her, Dar. This is the first time I've seen you angry and over protective of someone. Other than the fact that she is your mate, there is something off about the way you over her. And he'll jo, it's not lust. I can read right through you like a book, Darius. I already know the answer but just for formality, I'll ask you. Do you love her?”

To make it scream. I focused on the heat of Kairi’s hand in mine after our first kiss. On the devastating weight of the journal’s words. On the cold perfection of the void. On the searing joy of our reunion. I took every extreme, every contradiction of our love and our pain, and I amplified it. I poured it out from us in a roaring, psychic torrent of pure, defiant feeling. It was the antithesis of the silent grey. It was a supernova of messy, glorious, infuriating life.

But the memory of her thighs trembling around me, the memory of her pussy walls clenching around my fingers… it was very fresh in my mind, so NO! I couldn’t be calm. Hearing her confess to Mila about how she had always wanted me and how she had deliberately planned our escapades, it triggered my own buried lust, I have never been more turned on in my life. I squeezed my eyes shut. I know I shouldn’t have touched her– shouldn’t have given in. I shouldn’t have let my anger turn into lust. I shouldn’t have… “Dian!” Her voice. Sharp and desperate. Then footsteps followed, it sounded fast and determined.

"We have to. I can't last another day pretending to love someone I've long since stopped loving. Even if he is the father of my child, I can no longer see him as my husband. Don't you want us to be together, Joseph? To be free?" Joseph hesitated. Although he loved Emily very much, he still loved Amelia. They had been close since childhood, and their bond became even stronger after they were engaged. Amelia was soft and sweet. She. She truly seemed to have the kind of heart that could love anyone. A capable and intelligent woman that any man would be happy to have as his wife. That's why he married her.

The demonic hunger in me arose, but I successfully tamed it. My eyes went back to her sun-kissed lips. Her head rested silently against the head of the bench while the book she read was hanging on from falling by two fingers; her thumb and index. I smiled and slowly took the book from her and placed them on her lap. Still, in that bent position, I looked up and was gifted a closer view of those lips. They were tempting, very tempting, and I knew I couldn't overcome it.

Sometimes we love the ones that don't deserve our love at all. The Nepharious Gangster's Lethal Love - the painful saga of love and hurt.

I hate that it still feels like home, I try to hold onto the anger. I try to remember my sister. My brother. My mother. But my body betrays me, my resistance weakens and my movements slow. The fight in my wrists turns into trembling instead of pushing. His kiss softens slightly. Not possession now or dominance, but something rawer, something breaking. My breathing shifts. And despite everything — Despite the war, the lies, the blood, the threat — I melt. Just a little. Because I still love him. And that is the most dangerous thing of all.