He Chased Me With Desperation Novel Novels & Stories

To make me feel I am supposed to be cherished, not ravished, not oppressed. I didn't know where he was taking me when he carried me like a baby again in his arms, but I am perfectly sure I didn't care. As long as he was taking me with him, wherever is acceptable. Call me desperate, but I will admit. Indeed I am. I am desperate to feel the burning passion and sensations he was starting to wake inside of me.

I was looking at Steff, to help me through at least, since the situation had escalated, but she didn't even budge. I wondered the demon that had possessed her this time around, I picked my bag which was under the locker, looked back at her, and wandered off to the entrance of the class. "Damn girl, you would have left me when it was early not now when I have grown so accustomed to you. Keep trying, but I am never going to leave you. It's not more by choice but a must", I thought as I gave her one last look and left the class. AUTHORESS JANE ✍️

"You will end everything for me. Don't worry I won't kill you ... not yet." "N-No...b-bel." She whimpers, letting her tears flow freely from her eyes. "Who's Nobel?" Dankworth's face became serious. His eyes full of danger and malice. "Tch! I guess I have to do something about that little memory of yours before you pass out on me." Dankworth cupped her face and force her to look into his eyes. She felt her stomach churned as his violet eyes bore into hers. Pure fear swept through her body. It felt as if something tearing through her flesh and pulling her into the depths of ocean. The more she struggles the more she shrinks.

If I suddenly open my eyes and look at him, I might end up ruining the moment and he might complain. And based on his voice, it looks like he’s enjoying himself. And to me? It feels like at any moment my knees will break down into pieces because of him. “Open your eyes so you can see for yourself,” he commanded. Slowly, when I opened my eyes to look at him, I saw the burning desire in his fiery orbs. It felt as though he wanted to suck me in; eat me alive and then bury me onto the pit of his abyss. His movement started to become vulgar and rough. All I know is that my body started to move on its own, following his rhyme, desire… I was following every order he had and couldn’t say no even onc

I ran through the door. “Don’t let her escape.” I heard his voice that was filled with rage, he charged towards me. I sprinted through the hallway, it’s suffocating like the hallway in Jamie’s pack when I found out that Brake is fucking Ashley. My heart palpitations increase as I heard the heavy footsteps charging behind me, “you damn female, stop running,” he growled behind me, I could feel his fury raging in the hallway.

Yes, I'd had legitimate business at a restaurant two blocks from here. But when I had been walking back to my car and happened to pass The Velvet Room, I had seen her through the window and I couldn't help myself. And seeing Alessandra in person, seeing how much she clearly didn't want to talk to me... it had sparked something dangerous in my chest. Not quite jealousy, but close. A possessive rage that she was moving on and blooming in a world that didn't include me. "Let's head back," I told Jeffery, starting toward where we'd parked.

he whispered. I shoved him away then, my heart hammering like a trapped bird. I didn't look back as I scrambled toward the lift, the taste of his desperation and the terrifying familiarity of his touch lingering on my skin like fire.

“You think just because you’re daddy's real granddaughter, you’re special? You’re just a little girl. You don’t belong here.” Lolo Giovanni stepped in, his voice firm. “Chase, that’s enough! Desire is family, and she deserves to be treated with kindness. We will not have any of this nonsense in my house.” Desire looked up at her grandfather, grateful for his defense, but the hurt from Chase’s words lingered. She felt small and vulnerable, like a leaf caught in a storm. As her grandpa led her inside, she couldn’t shake the feeling that she was stepping into a battlefield, one where she would have to fight for her place.

Without a second thought, I turned and bolted after it, my instincts taking over as I gave chase with reckless abandon. "Mason, come on!" I called out over my shoulder, my voice a desperate plea as I raced through the forest in pursuit of the elusive figure. "We have to catch it!" Mason raced after me, his powerful strides easily keeping pace with my own as we tore through the underbrush, our senses honed to a razor's edge as we chased our quarry with single-minded determination. The forest blurred past us in a flurry of colors and shapes, the adrenaline of the chase and a fear more primal coursing through my veins like fire as I pushed myself to the limits of my endurance.

So, how could I ever measure up to him? He thinks I am comforting a friend in need, he doesn't know how I am trying to take advantage of his pain. God, it sucks, it makes me want to cry. But, it's the only way. I am desperate. So very desperate. He pressed the back of his head against the couch and he rested his eyes for a couple of seconds. That was my chance to inch closer to him, "Chase," I mumbled. He pried his eyes open and turned his head toward me, "Hmm?"