Hearts Of Desire Novels & Stories

I asked no one in particular, but as though he could read my mind, “Do you know what you’re feeling right now, Miss Hayes?” he asked, voice low and close, so close his lips were brushing the shell of my ear. “Desire.” I stiffened. “No,” I said, though it came out breathy. Weak. “I don’t desire you. I hate you.” “Oh, I believe you” He chuckled, his grip on my foot not loosening one bit. “Newsflash, Miss Hayes: it’s entirely possible to want someone you loathe.” He said, standing up and pushing something...

"I'll be outside the door. Don't try to sneak out the window again, because I've already checked the locks, and I'll be waiting for you the second your foot hits the grass." Isolde retreated into her room, slamming the door behind her, but she didn't move away from it. She leaned her back against the wood, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. Her heart was racing, not from fear, but from a sudden, violent surge of desire that she didn't know how to name. She could hear him standing there, just on the other side of the door, his silence more oppressive than any shout.

Daniel was not sleeping. Instead, he was watching her from the shadows. Neither in malice, or in coldness. But with something she hadn’t felt in years—an intensity she recognized instantly, although she hadn’t felt it directly for a long time. Desire. Deep penetrating. Quiet yet consuming. She couldn’t move. The hallway seemed to tighten around her, and her heartbeat was beating heavily in her ears. The air around her felt warm, and charged, like a velvet ribbon brushing against her skin. She could hear her own pulse when she whispered, “Daniel?”

The struggle continued among the three hearts: Naomi’s heart, hardened by repeated betrayals and now wary of love; Nelly’s heart, ablaze with passion for Adel, craving every whisper, every touch, every inch of his being; and Adel’s own heart, torn between the lingering love he felt for Naomi and the irresistible desire he felt for Nelly, who adored him wholly. On this day… The air in the house was thick with jealousy and the simmering tensions of the three—Adel, Naomi, and Nelly.

Just like how another boss would take, the drive became silent and smooth, only the sweet sound from the blues Williams played was heard. If falling in love happen to be a crime, williams was sure he would go to jail pleading guilty. His punishment for breaking dozens of girl's and women's heart was falling in love with Melissa Harts. Even when he had never tried to be gay, he did break some men's heart. The one that gave all their heart to a woman, the married one that divorced to get married to a young rich man like him. Even when barely twenty, he still has impact in women in their mid thirties.

She can sensed the hardness of his manhood below him in between her thighs. “ My love, I want you so badly!” Anthony moaned when Danielle kissed his bare chest. Her touch was like electrifying her deepest soul. Wanting, clinging and being bold to have her. They even didn't know how they came to their room and in their bed because their mind and body was getting wild. When Anthony took off her underwear and he slid in his manhood inside her, they both moan and groan until they reach the peak of their climax. They held each other while lying on their bed. Their heartbeats were beating fast.

Storm, Storm in my heart, can you stop scaring me hard, loom not above my head, let me be tucked cozy in my bed, All Hearts !!

Rough, Feral, and Hungry like he was a man starved of food. I was too horny to refuse and I met his hard kisses with one of mine too. He pressed my back against the door, reaching over to snap the lock, his lips still fused to mine. His desire was no match for mine and I nipped at his lips, clutched his shoulders, and pulled him more toward me. Our tongues slid together, our teeth clashing as we fought for dominance. His fingers found the zipper at the back of my dress and he pulled it down, yanking the dress off me.

Dude wasn't worth her time or her breath though. She was about to tell him to go fuck himself when a shiver of apprehension slithered down her spine. Scott was busy waxing eloquent on all of her amazing body parts and trying to convince her to come over to his place when Riley lifted her eyes and saw the one person she was hoping to never see again. Soloman Hart stood next to a sleek, black Audi S7. As soon as she caught sight of him, he began crossing toward her, like a predator stalking its prey.

Should I write her name on my heart or the awareness of my existence on her lips? After her disappearing from life, desires started awakening within me. Desires to look into her eyes, sit with her for hours. To hold her hand in mine, to run my fingers through her hair. To listen to her words for hours, to feel her presence. These desires have taken root in my mind, all based on the hope that one day I will meet her and fulfill all the desires. Then, I will stop her from leaving again. I'll keep these desires in my mind, hoping that one day she will meet me to fulfill them. Then, I will keep her close to me and never let her go again.