Novel & Cerita Forgotten Desire

I was too aware of them, of the memory of what those hands used to feel like back when we thought wanting each other was enough. I hated it. Desire flickered somewhere low in my gut. Old. Familiar. Completely unwelcome, clashing hard against the rage that still simmered every time I remembered how he'd walked away. I'd spent five years refusing to think about him, and here it was, sillence gave it room to breathe.

He looked like a man who had clawed his way back from hell. “Do you still have these dreams frequently? Or is it because of… what happened?” Losing our child. “Occasionally,” he said hoarsely. “But… I can’t think of this now. I wish not to think about this.” There was a wild, desperate look on his face. “I need to forget. Help me forget.” “What do you need?” “I need you. Need to be inside you.” What he was asking for must have dawned on him because horror joined desperation. “Fuck, I apologize. I shouldn’t ask this of you. What am I doing? I—”

Said the older of the three. "That's the point, Father! I want her before he has her. I want to ruin her in a way that that bastard will not want her anymore. I want her to experience absolute terror knowing that I will impregnate her and there is nothing she will be able to do anything about it. I will then take my child from her and impregnate her again. I want to make her my own personal baby breeder. Tine will never want her once she is spoiled. He will reject her and then she will have no choice but to accept me!" The young man who spoke, his eyes shone bright with madness and anger. He hated what had been stolen from him! She should have been his! His father promised her to him. In his

why this feeling in me, this insidious thrill that still crossed my skin as if it were still there? I closed my eyes, biting my lip. I had to forget that. That I forget him. But the more I tried ... the more Samuel's memory haunted me. Any attempt to forget Samuel was doomed to failure. It was stronger than me. I let out a frustrated sigh by riding my bed, staring at the ceiling. My whole body still shivered to the memory of his hands, his lips, this burning tension between us. Shit. With an automatic gesture, I enter my phone on my bedside table. I had no specific intention in mind, just an irrepressible desire to see me, to feel desirable, powerful.

My mate —my Goddess-chosen mate— had forgotten what my normal voice sounds like. The fourth is the most surprising to me, and perhaps the most difficult to deal with: desire. I want Lily back. I have fought it and denied it and insisted it was not true… but one look at Lily last night and I realized that it was pointless to fight it anymore.

" What happened tomorrow, no one could know. Maybe I would wake up and forget all about it. I may forget that the love of my life cheated on me, forget that he took his mistress for a maternity checkup. I may forget their intimacy, forget that same bracelet Abril and I had. I may forget the pain of losing my babies, forget about... I may forget about my parents, forget about Vivian. I may even become so mad that I didn't realize I forgot about it. About what happened tomorrow, who knew?

"Oh shit, he remembered she was half-naked. Her breast was covered with her hair, not clothes or some kind. Not that it helped his imagination. Nathaniel felt a little disappointed, he knew he was being a perv right now. The woman was a stranger but he couldn't help to feel so unwanted and undesirable for a company. The stranger didn't even offer single remorse when he asked for his clothing. Whatever he wanted to go home anyway. Anna and Harry must be waiting or worse, worried sick. Wait. His headaches were gone and he didn't even notice it. How strange? Unknown to him, he was experiencing the after-effect of memory loss when Lady Magda wipes out a certain memory from his mind. His nightmar

The doctor hesitated for a moment. "Alright, if that’s what you want." "Thank you, and one more thing... please inform them I had a memory loss," she added, and the doctor sighed before walking away. As the memory faded... Jimmy stood abruptly, his emotions spiraling into a mix of betrayal and anger. "How could you do this?" he demanded, his voice echoing in the quiet of their home, where celebrations continued below, oblivious to the storm brewing upstairs. "I am sorry," she replied, tears streaming down her cheeks.

It read, "Honestly, why not just share the bitch you had fucked just now? Her moaning is really fascinating. I want to try her." Fletcher's words made me realize...how I used to have sex with him, and how I put the sex on my to-do list for myself to accept and complete it. For me, the sex between us would never include my pleasure, needless to say, my desire. It was some kind of mission as couples did it regularly. Moreover, in the face of him, my desire was imprisoned by the evil spirits from the hell, and I could not break free from it. I still remember that...once, Fletcher kissed my boobs and back, but I still didn't make any reaction. His desire gradually faded and turned to disappointm

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."