His Deepest Desire Novels & Stories

I yearned to unravel the mystery of Raziel's passion, to understand the depths of his longing for me. I wanted to know if his desire was a flickering flame or a raging inferno, if it was a gentle whisper or a deafening roar. I was driven to uncover the truth, to explore the uncharted territories of his heart and soul. “Don’t hold back. I want this… I want you, Raziel.” I moaned. His name coming off my lips was the key.

he explained, prompting a rush of memories to flood back, the pieces of the puzzle slowly falling into place. The horrific events of the previous day came rushing back to me in vivid detail, each recollection sending a shiver down my spine. Determined to leave this place and confront the truth, I attempted to rise from the bed, only to wince in pain as I tested my injured leg. “I need to see my father,” I declared urgently, my heart pounding with a sense of urgency that bordered on desperation. “Please, you need to calm down and focus on your recovery,” the doctor urged, his voice gentle but firm as he attempted to assuage my fears.

I didn't want to be anywhere but his arms so I wanted to have the best of what we had. I wanted to be satisfied of my deep desire… which was him.

That day was what set the stone for my intense desire of him. Not wanting to open up the past, I cleared my throat a bit too loudly and asked him what has been bogging me since I woke in his room. “How did I end up here anyway?” I asked and crossed my fingers in hope that he wouldn't say that I desperately begged to sleep with him. I would just resign and die in my room unable to face the world. Why I was afraid of this is I have been often told that one's deepest and intense desires come up when they are drunk. So, what if I voiced them out to the hearing of my boss?

“Sure you do. And you know why? Because humans live in a material world. They desire material things, no matter how pure their hearts. And no mortal can withstand temptation.” I snatched my hand back. “Fine then. You know what I want? My deepest desire?” He leaned in closer, grinning maliciously. “What wicked desire, my dear? Just say the word and it's yours.” “I...” I whispered dramatically. “Yes?” “Never want to see you again.”

Lucille’s pov Have you ever wanted something for so long that the desire became a part of your DNA? Maybe you’ve always dreamed of scaling a mountain, boarding a plane for the first time, or finally holding the keys to your own home. Maybe it was a business deal, or finally marrying the person who holds your heart. Or maybe, it was just the raw, desperate need to be with someone. How does it feel when it finally happens? How does the world shift when your fantasies finally become your reality?

The one who could crown me… or destroy me. I smiled, slow and sharp. My teeth ached for her. --- A shift in the soil. A crack in the silence. A voice—thin, human, desperate—filtered through the roots. > “I want him. All of him.” Ah. The little wolf. Her desire was a filthy, glittering thing. I could drink it for decades and never run dry. She thought she’d found me. But I had found her first. Desire like hers was the perfect shovel to dig me out.

“The thing that I desire. The life that I deeply wanted to have. I will do whatever it takes to have that dream.” From the bright full moon that she can overlook from her open windows. Her desire and firm heart to do what she wanted the most are now knocking on her door. With a heart that will defy her creator, master, and father. She started to hum the eerie song and sing to the tune.

" I raised my foot, the sharp heel landing on his shoe. Lucas gasped and suddenly wrapped his arms tightly around me, his voice whispering in my ear. Seeming almost frantic. "We're not even, Rachel. Do you think I'm still the same Lucas you used to manipulate? "Rachel, you should pay the price for your deception."

She wanted to reach something she's unaware of, but her body craved. And it's taking everything in Lestat not to jump the woman in front of him. He was grinding his teeth together and clenching his fists. His eyes were filled with so much lust and desire for the lady who saved him, and he knew it was the curse acting up, reacting to the temptation in front of him. He was cursed to fulfill someone's desire after all, to feed on their lust. "P-Please help me. Touch me. Do anything!" Sophia sobbed in despair and that's when his patience snapped.