Imperfect Desires Novel Novels & Stories

I grabbed onto my bed sheets and shut my eyes. "You're wet for me baby," he teased softly and in a voice that made me even wetter than I already was. I shivered as I released my hold on the sheets and moved my hands underneath his shirt, removing it and taking in his perfect fit. Why everything about this man has to be so damn perfect?

With a dangerous smile on her lips, she answered: “To the Vacil Empire.” The man and woman together with the baby headed to their destination. As they drew closer to the borders of the empire, thunders clapped as lightning flashed, giving them a warm welcome. _ To Be Continued _ Authors’ Note: Thank you for reading Immortal Desire until the end. I hope you enjoyed it. Ps. This is my very first book so please excuse any errors you've noticed. I'm working on improving my writing. Announcement: The story continues! If you want to know what happened next… kindly wait for the upcoming fantasy series- The Fangs And Witches! New generation characters, new tales, new love~

"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?"

Not when this goddess is in front of me. In that moment, all I desire is to kneel at her feet and worship. First those crazy killer eyes and now, this thought provoking body. All fucking mine. A shuddered breath wracks through me. No more clubhouses and whores. I should put in an effort into getting with my wife. Because. . . Who has a wife like mine and decides to go get sucked off by some bimbo? Not. Me. Never again. Mirabella suddenly comes awake from her trans and hurries to the bed to grab her robe.

Honestly, Randy initially seemed skeptical, but after tasting Ghea's cooking, it turned out the food was indeed as good as the girl had claimed. "Why only 9? Why not 10?" protested Ghea. She had done her best to cook so that her food would be perfect. "Well, because 10 or perfection belongs only to God, Ghe," Randy replied casually, smiling. Then he continued to enjoy his meal until everything on his plate was gone. Believing that her husband enjoyed what she had served, Ghea tried to find the right moment. Anxious hope mixed with embarrassment, afraid that her request might be outright rejected by her husband. But if she didn't try, how would she know the result, right?

I understood the command and hastened to comply with the orders. This little mind is a treasure, and I am sure she will become a beautiful woman when she grows up. With a soothing music vibration filling the room, I regained my original position on the bed and lay on my belly, gawking at the screen. “Mom, why would he want to find a perfect girl?” And there, my angel clicked something inside me. I gave her a flying kiss to give me something to write on. Perfection is an illusion; it’s a metaphor to recreate your expectations in a human form. It is okay to search for the one, but the question was, would you be able to fulfill her requirement of perfection?

After work he went back home and lay in his bed. He was staring at the ceiling, drained and depressed about what happened the previous night. His day had not been too good that day. Life was not being very kind to him for a few weeks now, he had countless work to do and kept worrying about Joy. He has never loved any woman before,and the first woman he falls for is broken and rejected him. He could take no more of this stress. He looked vacantly at the ceiling, trying desperately to restrain and organize the emotions which were trying to force their way out of him. Just then, he heard steps outside his door.

“Yes, I can, but can’t you understand that your bubble suffocated me? I wanted so desperately to make you proud, to be the perfect wife, to hold my own beside you, to give you the beautiful mini Moore we both wanted—and I did want them too, I really did, but I needed to find my self-respect first. I never found it with you because the pressure of living up to the perfection of your life was just too much.’ The walls of the surrounding buildings seemed to close in on her, crowding her, squeezing her, like creatures from the horror film her fairy-tale marriage had turned into. She gazed at him, feeling an almost unbearable sadness loom down on her. He looked haggard, as if he’d been told his e

Something that resembles a form of sacred fear. My initial plan, that neat little transaction, seems to belong to another life, to another man. That man was an idiot. He hadn't seen the crack in himself, that crack that only wanted to be filled with her. Now, she's in it. And nothing will ever be able to fill it but her. Desire, strangely, hasn't been extinguished with the easing of physical hunger. It smolders, different. Less urgent, deeper. It's no longer just about taking. It's about care. About marking, still, but through cleanliness, through the intimacy of the act that washes.

I've always been honest with myself, so the question I ask myself is: what do I do when I crave it so much, even though I know it's not right? Right now, I should be trying to figure out an escape, making a thousand and one strategies to get back home. But I can’t think of anything, absolutely nothing, other than the memory of the taste of his mouth in mine. The delicious sensation of his body, his skin on mine, his contained laughter and his imperfection that I love so much. Should I stop idealizing the perfect first time, the perfect man, just stop thinking a little and live a little longer? Half an hour later, I see Nahan come out of his room in an impeccable suit and I follow him, withou