Hearts Of Desire Novels & Stories

Kristina He goes on one knee. My heart skips a beat. “Will you marry me?” He asks, I turn around in confusion, unable to speak. My heart is plummeting in my chest, and my head starts to bang. I clutch onto my chest, unable to breathe. His eyes are widened, and he is smiling brightly, but I cannot bring myself to speak. My lips part, but the words will not croak. “No…” I whisper in my head, “No,”

In their place was something new, something raw and honest. She was owned by Midnight. And as she looked up at the stars while he drove her back toward the edge, she knew that the dark desire series had only just begun. There was no going back to the light.

His heartbeat under my palm pulsed steadily, almost hypnotic. “I can hear your heart,” I whispered, unable to suppress the slight smile tugging at my lips. His mouth tilted, gaze darkening. “Yeah? And what exactly is my heart telling you?” I drew in a long breath, letting my eyes roam over him, his eyes, his mouth, the familiar shadow of desire flickering there, before meeting his gaze again with a teasing glint I hadn’t felt in days. “Your heart says…” I paused, letting silence stretch and thicken with tension, “…that it wants sex.”

"So you think your presence here is the reason you haven't been ousted from here? Have you lost your mind, Chloe? What do you plan on doing with yourself exactly?" "I just want to be loved right by Leo. When that is achieved I would definitely follow my dreams and push to get better." Inhaling sharply, Desire felt a slight ache coming to her forehead. It felt like Chloe has been hypnotized or her sanity isn't in the right state. Swallowing the rest of her wine she stood up. “You are leaving already?" Chloe asked an obvious question. Desire rolled her eyes. “Thank your stars that I love you so much, Chloe. If that wasn't the case I would have slapped some actual sense into that head of yours.

in the dark. She tried to move on. Went on dates. Let men take her home. But their touches felt wrong—too gentle, too clumsy, too singular. Nothing compared to being claimed by three at once, nothing matched the way they’d made her feel wanted, filthy, perfect. The passion had been incandescent—filthy, consuming, everything. But it was never love. It was hunger. And hunger eventually starves. She sat alone in her room one night—windows open to the summer air, phone silent on the nightstand.

For some reason his gaze did not bother me. I looked at the gorgeous fountain once more. It was enticing to say the least, but now I knew how dangerous it was. It had to be one of her games. I saw her the slight twitch near her eye when I did not reach for the fountain again. She probably thought that it would be extremely simple to get my to share my deepest desire, which I was not even sure of what it was, so that she could use it against me in her damn dreamscape. Well, I was not as easily gotten rid of. “Sometimes desires can confuse both the head and the heart. Just because we desire something does not mean it is something we need nor is something we need necessarily something we desire

He couldn't accept my rejection, couldn't comprehend the depth of my disappointment. "Whether right or wrong, I don't care anymore, what matters now is you, us," he said, his voice a low rumble, his words a desperate plea for connection. I stood there, caught between the intensity of his desire and the clarity of my own heart. The night was filled with unspoken words, with the echoes of a love that was both beautiful and dangerous.