He Chased Me With Desperation Novel Novels & Stories

She wanted to be breed and he couldn’t refuse for her even if that thought lingered in the back of his mind. He knew something wasn’t quite right. He felt it in the air. He could feel it in his bones. There was too much desperation in her kiss as if she was chasing after something like she was chasing after ghosts vanishing before her eyes. He felt like he’d do more damage than good if he refused her advances. It wasn’t like he had a choice either. His body instinctively chased after hers, craving everything she gave him.

I don't known what exactly he is looking around me but the exact same romance was something different. I was not in a control of myself, I don't known what should I do? but I want this experience to be continued. " Ahhh do it again!.. ' He whispered; " you can't take it more! " He put his head between my legs, nuzzling at first. His beard was a little rough on the insides of my thighs. Then with his lips, then his tongue, he struck fire. I had to cry out in astonishment, in gratitude at being touched in that right place. Somehow, it always makes me grateful when a man finds the right place, maybe because when I was young so many of them kept finding the wrong place, or a series of wrong plac

When I opened my eyes, things were just as usual. "No, please no." I whispered. I closed my eyes and tried again. I don't remember how long I did that, but I do remember that it was more than thrice. But at one period, time started flowing again. It wasn't an easy task, I must say, but it did teach me one thing. Desperation leads you towards doors you didn't know existed. So far, all that had happened to me were all because I was desperate. Desperate to meet Heathens, desperate to save them, desperate to even stay alive. Desperation was my power and the key to my job.

It was a kiss that tasted of regret, of desperation, and of a hunger that had been denied for too long. I made a sound in the back of my throat, a mix of protest and surrender, as my hands gripped his shirt, pulling him closer, pulling him down, abandoning every single rule I had ever set for myself. We were a disaster. We were a catastrophe in the making. And as he spun me around, backing me against the desk until I could feel the sharp edge of the mahogany against my hips, I realized that I didn't care. I was already gone, and for the first time, I was perfectly fine with the fall. End of Chapter 47

“Quick he's loosing so much blood!” And . Darkness… Desiree's POV I was sitted in a garden with a beautiful book in my hands, that I found on my way to the garden , this beautiful green gardens had a bench where I could sit, I sat there and began reading the book. It was a romance novel talking about two lovers who couldn't reach one another, they knew each other deeply but they just couldn't seem to hold hands in reality, their realities clashed. As I read, I had this great urge to look up and I saw the most beautiful human ever, he walked up to me in his very beautiful bicycle.

But as we searched room after room, I couldn't help but feel a sense of desperation creeping in. Where had Chase gone? And why had he left without a word? The real Chase, Daniel, and my mother were all searching with a sense of urgency, but I couldn't muster up the same enthusiasm. I felt like I was just going through the motions, searching for someone who didn't want to be found. As we searched the backyard, I wandered away from the others, my eyes scanning the empty spaces. I felt like I was searching for a ghost, a fleeting presence that had vanished into nothingness.

I slammed the gearshift into drive, the tires squealing as I sped away, the rearview mirror offering fleeting, distorted glimpses of a dark SUV turning the corner, its headlights twin predatory eyes piercing the darkness. I drove with a frantic, aimless desperation, the initial surge of adrenaline slowly beginning to ebb, leaving behind a bone-deep exhaustion that seeped into my very marrow and a crushing, all-encompassing sense of despair. He had found me. That text… it had been a cruel, masterful stroke, not just a threat but a chilling demonstration of his omnipresent power. Where could I possibly vanish to where his shadow wouldn't follow?

I could nearly hear people’s thoughts and feel their pain. The smell of alcohol, cigarette, blood thirst and lust clung to my nostrils like dust. My eye sight became enhanced and it felt like I could nearly see past the present. I forced my way out of the club and was intercepted by the rock-like man at the entrance. I knocked him away and ran out from the hall. If the glass doors hadn’t been open, I would have broken through them. I ran to my car, fumbled for the remote in my pocket and unlocked the door. I jumped into the car and slammed the door. My arms shook tremendously and became sweaty.

Nervously, I licked it off and quickened my pace to my car. I hadn’t yet made it around the house when I felt his hand on my waist, and then the outside of the house against my back. “Hey,” I shouted, but he stopped me with his wild, reckless eyes. A delicious chuckle vibrated through his chest, and he dipped his head so that his mouth was closer to mine. His fierce breaths hit my parted mouth in uneven blows. “You don’t think before you do, huh?” Four rough fingers dug into the curve of my butt, and his thumb hooked over the front of my thigh. “You have no idea what you’re asking for. I’d ruin you.” He tugged on my hip and searched my face. “Is Cooper what you’re used to? Chase?” Desperatio

The photo of a man who might’ve been mine. And left the mansion again. Not running. But chasing. Because if Matteo was caught in the fire... then I was walking straight into it. End of Chapter 8