Immortal Desires Book 2 Choices Novels & Stories

“Which one do I choose?” The voice was merciless. Choice is not mercy. Choice is sacrifice. Suddenly, the chains pulled me backward, slamming me against invisible walls. Shadows swirled, hands ghosting over my body. Some soft and tender, others rough and demanding. They touched me everywhere, Luther’s growls mingling with Reis’s dark laughter, until I writhed helplessly, shame and desire consuming me. “Mine,” Luther’s voice rumbled. “Ours,” Reis whispered. The Seal blazed so hot I thought it would burn me alive. My climax tore through me violently, leaving me sobbing, broken, trembling in the chains.

“Scarlett chose.” Choose. The same word as before, but heavier now because the bridge beneath us felt smaller. I felt the pull of Loren's offer in Prague, Echo-2 humming strategies back to me, Kade’s mercantile calm, Maria’s venomous ability to wrap truth in cruelty. Choose who would shape me. Choose whether I was a weapon or a queen. Choose who lived and who died. “Will you walk away if I refuse?” I asked Kade. “If I say no?”

If you prefer it as a full separate story then simply search for the book title and dive in when you are ready. Thank you for trusting me with this story and with these characters. I will see you very soon in the next one. Book Title: Caught in Between Lust and Desires Jayden Fisher Hale always knew he was different but the truth was more dangerous than he ever imagined. Born with blood that everyone coveted, his survival meant leaving everything he knew behind… and entering an academy of magic, power, and dark desire. From the moment he arrived, two men claimed him. A golden-eyed Alpha with a hunger that made Jayden’s body betray him. And a dragon-marked warrior student council president wh

Her screams, moans, gasps, every gasp, with waves of pleasure, cumming inside him, until he went limp, as they stayed embraced, with kisses, pulling his body, sucking his nipples, lying on top of him, still buried inside him, with every lick, suck and bite on his nipples and neck, with every stroke, every thrust. That's when they stopped, coming out of it, turning it over even though they were resting, with that two squirts came from inside it, towards the ground, when Shé Xié'è de chìbǎng, made a flourish of his wand, so that he would remove from it, both the dirt inside and outside, so that he would remove all of his marks from it. Even if he helped him get dressed. – The boys fell silent

"You are all sunshine and sweetness. You deserve a prince charming who will sweep you off your feet, not me. I'm too bad for you." "Oops, guess I want the bad boy then." I'm all about self pleasure, I keep taking and taking from the women who offer up their bodies to me as sacrifices to satisfy my dark fantasies. I never stop until they are as broken and damaged as me. Katherine yell our names from their mansion for the umpteenth time. Lily stands up and jump from between my legs. I quickly rollover pressing my body on the grass inorder to hide the bulge in my pants. She crooks a brow oblivious to my torment. "What's wrong?"

I furrowed my brow, and with another blink, his gaze turned cold again. “Step away if you don't want this to fall over you,” he warned coldly. My lips parted, and I quickly moved away from the tree. My throat tightened as I recalled his gaze from earlier. His eyes were gentle, sweet, and wishful. I also saw the longing and unfulfilled desire. That might be my imagination, right? Like the images I saw when my head throbbed. I can’t imagine Silas being soft towards me. That’s beyond imagination and surely will not happen. Given his cold demeanor towards me, his being affectionate was an impossible notion.

I reciprocated, my voice a soft murmur, "And you're the adventure I never knew I needed." I surrendered to the overwhelming emotions that consumed me. Kirill's kiss, an immediate reaction that caught me by surprise, spoke of a primal need that mirrored my own desires. I embraced the intensity, relishing in the silent claim he asserted over me. "Take me," I urged, the words a fervent plea that echoed the depth of my longing. His movements paused, his fingers lingering on my skin as if frozen in time. Slowly, he lifted his head, meeting my gaze with a searching intensity. It was a moment of suspended anticipation, his eyes seeking permission, confirmation that my words held the weight of my de

They were meant to be. Immortals believe that you have found the one if you are able to match each other’s strength and desire, it was evident that she and Ezra were a perfect match and she knows it, but her heart, if she had any, is yearning for the gentleness and peace that she felt when she was with Zeeb. In her heart, she felt like she was cheating on him, but if this is what it takes to keep him safe and always have moments with Zeeb, she will do it. Even if it meant she needs to sell her soul to the devil, the man who is lying beside her completely satisfied and asleep.

But seeing him, his black hair shining and his skin glimmering, he looks ethereal. He was staring at me, and amusement was evident in his eyes. This is the first time that I saw him very happy with just his eyes alone. So I wasn't surprised when he suddenly pulled me and kissed me. He gave me a passionate kiss as we floated in the air. We were both panting after the kiss. He leaned forward and our foreheads touched each other. "I love you." He whispered to me. "I do too," I replied to him while savoring the moment. But no matter how blissful this feeling is, this is a sin that I committed. The unforgivable immortal sin.

He told me before that I look sexy doing it. My fingers found his meat scepter and I admit my core started to wet, too. I felt a different kind of hunger, a much older hunger that I knew would not be satisfied with ordinary food. Perhaps he was right. There was an immortal desire between us. It was not just his; it was also my desire. Slowly, I pulled down his pants and took in his shaft between my fingers. Still looking at him deep in the eyes, I traveled my fingers up and down. He growled in his throat. His voice made me even wetter.