Romans & histoires Imperfect Desires Novel

“Don’t get it wrong, Cressida. No one gets away with saying reading is overhyped in front of me. But I’m making an exception for you. Trust me, once you’ve finished reading, you’ll never say that again.” Cressida wrinkled her nose in distaste and looked away. “I’m not in for a debate…” she uttered. She locked eyes with him once more, her head nodding twice. Her upper lip curled slightly, and her nose tilted. “Reading makes you think about things that can never come to pass,” she retorted. “I mean, many ladies dream of Mr. Perfect, which every reasonable person knows is nothing more than a fantasy.” “Mr. Perfect is a fantasy?!” He exclaimed, and she joggled her head. “What do you mean? Am I n

"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?"

He didn't know whether it was addictive lust or unbelievable lust or both. He knew he didn't want to let her go. He would be her patron. Alicia knew how to draw men into her. She knew how to make his dream come true. He would be Alica's new patron. THE END OF SINFUL DESIRES🥳 Thank you for reading and supporting this novel, if you enjoyed this erotic collection then it’s a must to read my second book “BURNING PASSION”, it can be found on any book platform and unlike this book, Burning passion is a novella, so just sit back and enjoy a long blissful erotic stories

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.

She breathed out. Her life felt so perfect it scared her so much. She had the husband of her dreams. He did everything right, and almost always said the right thing. It was as if she was some in some kind of fairytale dream and soon enough she’d wake up then it would all be gone. She fixed her hair and sat down as he showered. *** In Suncity, Love scrolled on her f******k lying on her bed. She paused coming across a post by some motivational speaker.

“Why would I want you to leave me? I might be an asshole but I’m not stupid.” “Are you sure?” I deadpanned, screwing my eyes. Mir cut his gaze at me, probably wondering why I was acting so weird. Despite the fire burning in his eyes, I remained calm. “If you’re not stupid, then why ask a stupid question?” When Mir only appeared more aggravated and bewildered, I sighed deeply in my chest. “I couldn’t leave, Mir. I couldn’t because...” I swallowed, my cheeks suddenly too hot for my own good. Was it alright to...say it? “...because no one is perfect. You have a past that makes you imperfect. And my imperfection is that I’m willing to look past all that. My imperfection is that I’m just as selfi

“The Old Alessandro believed he could bypass the mess by using a contract. The new Alessandro chose the chaos of honesty. You are still trying to write the contract, Amelia—a contract of perfect behavior and perfect performance to guarantee love. You are giving yourself a condition: ‘I will only be lovable if I am faultless.’” She squeezed my hands. “I don’t want the perfect man, Amelia. Perfection is exhausting, and frankly, it’s boring. I want the man who is late because Tokyo was volatile. I want the man who is terrified of hurting his sister. I want the man who is honest enough to admit that he built his entire identity around the terror of repeating his father’s failure.” Her challenge