Hearts Of Desire Novels & Stories

The filthy reality of the situation made everything hotter. “That is exactly what you are, baby—a dirty cheating Hollywood slut who sneaked out on her perfect fiancé just to get her brains fucked out by a regular guy. I love how your married pussy is creaming all over me again. Tell me you want me to fill you up one more time before you go back to him and pretend nothing happened.” She leaned down and kissed me messily while riding me faster, her voice breaking into desperate moans.

“Someone just accessed the estate’s main system.” Vance looked at the door. “From where?” Clara’s face went pale. “Inside the master suite.” Julian’s eyes narrowed. “That room is locked.” “Not anymore.” A message appeared on the terminal. THE HEIR HAS AWAKENED. Then another. BRING HER TO THE HEART OF BLOODMOON. Maya looked at Julian. “What is the heart of Bloodmoon?” Julian slowly turned toward the old map on the wall. There was one location they hadn’t searched.

About how I’d pleaded with doctors, practically stalked transplant registries trying to find the recipient of Daniel’s heart. It was something I wasn’t exactly proud of. Besides, it might hurt Warren’s feelings to know how much I’d once loved another man. Just then, a door creaked open down the hall. The click of heels echoed against the tile. Desiree stepped out of a nearby office, wearing her blood-stained party dress, a pharmacy bag in hand. Her blonde hair was twisted into a messy bun, her face still pale. When her eyes met mine, she gave a slow, theatrical blink. "Well, well. Couldn’t stay away from my misery? You just had to come witness my misfortune in person… again?"

I may be a horny cunt but I’ve been craving and saviour ing for this moment for a longgg time. Jeez. Fuck yes. The kiss was hungry and NASTY. In Cardi B’s voice…. ‘I like it like that.’ His tongue pushed into my mouth and I moaned softly, kissing him back like I had been starving for him. His hands moved fast while he lifted me onto the kitchen counter, knocking over a few plates. I didn’t care to be honest. I spread my legs wide, pulling him closer. I could feel his cock pressing against my soaked self through his pants.

Heart’s Desire Sammy swung back and forth in the hammock beneath the shady trees, her eyes closed as her mind wandered miles away, towards a different place and a different time. In her mind’s eye, she saw the silhouette of her heart, cast in shadows. Tears streamed down her face, twisted with sadness. Her heartache ran so deeply, it felt as though it would break into a million pieces. She was such a different person once she discovered the meaning of love then in the blink of an eye….

I looked up and gasped as I stared up at Storm Delavega. Storm and I dated for four full years back in high school. He was my high school sweetheart. But at prom, he proposed to me and I panicked and leave him on his knees. I haven't contacted him ever since, but I do check his F******k sometimes, and he found someone else a girl named Trisha. "S-Storm... What are you doing here?" I asked him nervously.

The eye of Delis and his girlfriend flashed immediately like that of a flashlight, their eye met Diana standing at the door They were so shocked that they can't even shake or react in any way Delis was only starring directly into Diana's eye "How long has he been doing this to me?" Diana said in her heart And Diana is a soft hearted person, her heart doesn't need something ridiculous, she thought Delis is a safe person for her. At this moment her heart is already down, and tears may shower up if she tries to say many words So she stands inert, she wouldn't want to stress herself uttering any word to them

Savannah had always said kissing, sex, desire, it was sweet, addictive even. Now, as his touch set every nerve ending ablaze, I was finally beginning to understand exactly what she meant. My pussy ached now, slickness gathering as his hands settled in my hips and thumbs stroking the exposed skin there. The sensations were nothing like the ones I’d imagined during quiet, lonely nights or the trembling touches I’d used to soothe the ache on my own. Now, the hands exploring me belonged to the one person my heart had chosen long before I even understood what love truly was. The boy who had filled my thoughts, my dreams, my secret fantasies.

I wouldn't let them go just like that. "What are your names?" I question loudly. "I'm…I'm Regina" the pretty one stutters. "I'm Katherine" the other replies boldly. "I'll back to the both of you later. You'll serve as examples to other gossipers. Now fuck off" I say harshly and they both scurry off. The other girl's boldness was something else. So they all think I could have sex with just anybody. That's all I've been doing lately. Fuckkk. When did I start caring about what people think about me? I don't give a shit about being a better person. I enjoy being a bad person. It suits me so damn well. I walk into my hotel room angrily

It was a fleeting escape, a temporary salve for her wounded heart. Darlyn sighed, her gaze fixed on the road ahead, as if searching for answers amidst the darkness. In the depths of her soul, she understood the complexity of human desires—the need for physical connection, the yearning for emotional validation. She craved intimacy, a sense of belonging, and the embrace of another's touch. "I wanted to feel desired," she admitted softly, the weight of her vulnerability echoing through the empty car. "I needed to believe, if only for a moment, that I was worthy of love, of passion."