His Darkest Desire Novels & Stories

" ************** OMG its over AHHHHH.... I really did cry this time. Anyway I love them so much and I will miss them so much. But I am writing another book in this next chapter titled: SISTERS DESIRE, and you guys should really goo check it out. Its a fictional story that involves incest, but it is not an incest only story. It focuses on Harem Lit. All characters involved in sexual activities of any kind are eighteen years or older. None of these events are real, no matter how badly we may want them to be. (Sucks doesn't it) Please rate and comment. Enjoy. and I think its really interesting.

Even the sex that was supposed to throw him out of my system had left me desiring more and more. He was the sweetest temptation and the darkest sin. He was a poison laced with beautiful seduction, a deadly but addictive one. The poison I desired to have more of, even after knowing that it was slowly killing me. I have tasted it once…but one taste wasn’t enough.

he murmured, voice low and rough, “I think about all the filthy things I want to do to you. How I want to bend you over and fuck you until you forget your own name. How I want to bury my face between your thighs and make you scream for me while you forget about your mother. How I want to fill you up until my cum is dripping down your legs and you’re begging me not to stop.” I shivered. “I said stop, please.” But my voice betrayed me. It wasn’t strong. It wasn’t convincing. Zayden stepped in front of me again, so close I could feel the heat radiating off his body. “If you’d just give me this chance right now,” he said, voice dark and promising, “I’d make you forget everything. The pain. The a

My heart starts beating faster and faster as I become aware of something I have never seen before. It's desire. He wants me so much that he doesn't even need to express it. His eyes perform all the work for him; they evaluate me and pierce my flesh with his hunger until his gaze heats my entire body. He is skilled at what he does. I can tell by the arrogant smirk on his face that this is the one he used to reserve for the other girls—the one that was never meant for me. And yet he still manages to pull me in.

Her moans rang in her head and his domineering tone made her stomach swell and burst with excitement. Ever since she was a teenager, she loved reading anything that had to do with love. Light romance was her favorite. But when she got introduced to dark romance, she became obsessed. She wanted to explore everything she read and got a boyfriend when she was nineteen but he didn't particularly fulfil her fantasies. She wanted more. Something more thrilling and leg-shaking. When she met Devin again, her darkest desires rekindled and there she was, with him. Would he live up to her expectations? Or disappoint her?

Tonight, I’ll put an end to the hate I feel for my treacherous body as it succumbed shamelessly to the wicked desires of those men. Tonight it ends. The moment his finger slips into the trigger space, with the last ounce of strength I have cloaked by months of concealed anger, I push his finger and the first slice of pain that tears through my chest is liberating. I drop to the floor like the rag doll my daughter carries around. I see Damian’s panicked face as he tosses the gun and presses his hands against my chest to stop the blood from oozing out. Too late. Blood gurgles in my mouth, choking me but it’s nothing compared to the feeling of solitude which the darkness offers. And it swallows

DARKEST LOVE (CURSED) CHAPTER SIXTEEN. * * The sun was almost up outside, it infiltrated through the drapes, replacing the lights that the lanterns in the room had provided. She studied his features openly, no doubt he was the most beautiful creature she had ever seen, his voice was also utmost soothing, but sometimes melodically dark and scary, just like it had been last night when he had caught her trying to escape. Everything about him still struck her as familiar.

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.

I mumbled under my breath. He looked down at me, naked, trembling, covered in sweat and the seed of seven men, with cold, possessive hunger. “You’ve impressed Jax,” Victor said, his voice smooth and dangerous. “But his training was only preparation. Now you enter my world. Dark Desires. Where consent is a luxury… and obsession is law.” He stepped closer. Behind him, more figures emerged from the shadows, tall and powerful men with masked faces, their primal energy radiating from them. Their presence felt different from the Club. Wilder. More dangerous.

I hated feeling intense, physical desires that weren’t truly mine, and I hated the constant, crushing shame it caused me. Whenever Hunter noticed me struggling with the physical side effects, he never said a word. He never asked invasive questions, and he never judged me. But his kindness didn’t make the situation feel any less humiliating. I pulled away from him whenever I could, trying desperately to hide my condition, trying to pretend I was completely fine. But it was impossible; my own body betrayed me. And the worst part of this journey was realizing that, little by little, Hunter was no longer just the man who had accidentally saved my life. He was becoming someone whose very presence