Immortal Desires Book 2 Choices Novels & Stories

"Could you repeat that? I want to make sure I heard the part where you casually suggested murdering a piece of me like you were ordering lunch." "Not you," Jane clarified, waving a hand dismissively like that fully resolved the horror currently coursing through my system. "The Flame. The dragon side. The ancient, ominous fire-thing that keeps trying to eat rooms and kiss ex-wives without your permission." "That is still a piece of me, Jane."

I would not want to be the reason why there would be a problem between James and Caspian, so I held off. "I would like to get to know you, Olivia," The guy said, and I cringed. "I am seeing someone," I said quickly, and he smiled. "Well, if he isn't the Alpha, Beta, Gamma or Delta of Woodclaw, then I don't care. I like what I see, and I am in search of someone that would be my luna. Since you walked in here, all eyes have been on you. You have captivated everyone effortlessly. The women envy you, and you are oblivious to your effect. You seem well-cultured. I want to get to know you and settle down with you eventually. Just think of it. You are perfect for Luna, my luna," He said, sounding t

He opened his book. “I only need to make you choose.” The Impossible Choice The book opened. Two images appeared. In the first Sophia lived. But Lucien disappeared. In the second Lucien lived. But Seraphina disappeared. The Reader looked at Seraphina. “Choose.” Seraphina shook her head. “No.” “Then all three die.” Sophia stepped forward. “You’re making the same mistake as the First Life.” The Reader smiled. “Am I?” “You’re assuming love must choose between people.”

he kissed my lips tenderly, cupping my face. “I just… I want to explore you as well, X,” I murmured, blushing deeply. He hummed, kissing my lips again. A slow smile appeared on his lips, enjoying my apprehensiveness. “What do you want me to do?” My eyes blinked rapidly, wondering if I’m making the right choice. My blood was on fire, wary thoughts bouncing back and forth, playing a tug of war inside my head. Honestly, I want to see him unravel, be at my mercy for once, or watch him struggle under my touch.

Warning: This is not your regular soft romance.This is the kind of forbidden collection that ruins self-control. Within these pages you will find stories of people who know better… but choose to break the rules anyway. Temptation becomes obsession,chemistry becomes addiction. Forbidden connections that start with a single look and end with someone on their knees, begging for more. In the heat of forbidden desires you will encounter characters who cross every line they swore they would never cross, therefore surrendering to their deepest, wettest desires. Neighbors who watch in the dark. Professors who turn private lessons into something far more dangerous. Bosses who demand complete sur

Just pure temptation. Isolde’s heart hammered against her ribs. The offer was reckless, dangerous, and utterly thrilling. She had never cheated on Damien. Never even considered it. Yet years of quiet dissatisfaction had left her aching in ways she could no longer ignore. Isolde: How do I know this isn’t some kind of trap? Unknown: ‘You don’t. But deep down, you already know you’re going to come. You deserve to be properly desired, Isolde. Come to suite 2808. The door will be unlocked.’ The stranger repeated.

There's a difference. — Survival is instinct. Defiance is a choice. You choose not to collapse. Not to beg me. Not to play the role of easy seduction. It's an interesting choice. Courageous. And perhaps a little stupid. — Why stupid? — Because it makes me curious. And my curiosity, Diane, is a far more dangerous thing for you than my desire. The word "desire" hangs in the air between us, charged with the electricity that crackled in the bathroom. He named it. For the first time.

“If you don’t choose, the city will. A rival pack. A rogue. Someone who doesn’t care if it breaks you.” Fear coiled in her stomach—but beneath it, something else stirred. Want. Not just desire. Pull. Gravity. She looked at all three of them—at Dante’s control stretched thin, at Kai’s barely leashed hunger, at Lennox’s silent intensity. “Is choosing… claiming?” she asked. Dante didn’t lie. “It’s the first step.” The moonlight spilled across the floor, bright and insistent. A howl echoed—farther away this time, but not gone.

he murmured, not standing from the bed but not looking away either, “If you keep looking at me like that, I won’t stop pretending that this is nothing.” She did not look away. She did not move nor breathe. And in that moment—a burning, fragile moment—their desire stood naked between them, undeniable and dangerously close to breaking. Not touching. But wanting. God, wanting. And wanting, she realized, was far more powerful than she had ever expected.

it was remaking us, piece by filthy piece. My body's wrecked, sore in the best ways, but already aching for the next time. Davis's cum still leaks from me, mixed with Nathan's, and Lucy's taste lingers on my tongue. I should feel guilty, but all I feel is alive, raw, desired, utterly claimed. This dark, twisted paradise... I never want to leave.