His Deepest Desire Novels & Stories

I would never want her to feel the same way. “Eve, I don’t know where I came from. I have no memories of my childhood. I get these nightmares 5 nights a week and I only dream about one specific guy.” “Do you know who that guy is?” I stare at her. Even though I do tell her, it may cause unwanted hype that I really don’t need right now, so I lie. “No, Eve, I don’t. It’s always the same dream. It’s always the same people, the same place, that same…. That same blood moon, those witches.”

but my very spirit endlessly perverted by speculation concerning whatever delirious dance this upstart pretender and I are enacting upon the stage? I'm panting like a winded cur by the climax of this maddening self-interrogation. Every pulse pounding with the seething refusal to let this ridiculously inflated farce go any further. To allow my transcendent destiny among legends to remain forever toxified by a poisonous infatuation for my sworn enemy.

My hands, seemingly of their own volition, scrambled up the impossibly broad expanse of his back. Gathering every last bit of my courage, my voice trembling with raw need, I finally voiced my most shameful desire. "I… I want you… to fuck me… Hard." "Your wish is my command." A deep, satisfied roar tore from his throat. The words barely left his mouth before he drove his hips forward, his thick, burning cock slamming into me to the hilt, filling me completely, striking the deepest, softest part of me with brutal force. "Ah—!"

I felt a burst of electricity sizzle down my spine as liquid heat gushed out of me, mixing with his. The aftermath of our desires overflowed out of me and dripped from my thighs and into the sheets. "Uhh," I moaned. He didn't stop slowly thrusting into me, prolonging my pleasure. He drove me higher into the precipice only to let me shatter as he let me drop. My soul shattered as I crashed so hard into the ground when he whispered into my ears. "Riva..."

“You want to be stronger,” the deep voice rung in everyone's ear. From the one at the deepest of the sea, drowning, to the one in the state of deep slumber, gaming, the voice vibrated through the deepest of their system. “Stood high and I'll grant the wishes in the deepest of your soul!”

Anahita's POV I can't stop my tears now. I am sitting in a taxi. The taxi driver gave me a strange vibe. I asked him to drop me off at the train station. I bought a ticket for the earliest train that leaves in half an hour. I hugged the bag that I only had. I am alone again. There was a time in everyone's life when they were afraid of bare bones, rotted to the ground, wanted to throw up, give up on their desires, or run and hide. I promised my brother that I would be safe. It seems my decisions are destined to be proven wrong.

It spiked my blood pressure. "Who wants to know?" I asked and turned to him. He had fully grown, well-trimmed beards, a pair of shallow eyeballs, a long nose and wide nostrils. His lips were black as night and the upper one hung out slightly above the lower one. His pupils were as pale as the Moon and his corneas were as white as peace. "I'm Kelvin, Son of..." he stopped. "Son of who? A gun or a bitch?" I asked him with a smirk.

She would drag me right back. “A man I should never want… never dream of…” There was a long silence from the other side of the grille. “Maria…” he said, as if testing the name in the air. “Say it properly,”he added, not harsh, just steady. “Don’t hide it in fragments.” I couldn’t. I shouldn’t. But the desire to confess, to have him know, was a twisted, powerful urge. It overpowered the shame. “I imagine…” I whispered, my voice dropping so low it was almost inaudible. “I—imagine it’s… you, Father.”

"I hope Serena stays forever." Kael stopped walking. Just for a second. The words weren't unusual. Children became attached. Especially Lia. But something about hearing them now made his chest tighten unexpectedly. Because for the first time, he realized he wanted the same thing. And that was exactly what frightened him. More than any business deal. More than any rival. More than any risk he'd ever taken. Because wanting Serena to stay was one thing. Needing her to stay was another. And somewhere along the way, he