Imperfect Desires Novel Novels & Stories

Want rises sharp and immediate. The room tightens. I force myself to stillness. The pressure eases. Eliza notices the moment it does. She flicks her gaze to me, something unreadable crossing her face. Gratitude. Pain. Pride. Maybe all three. I have never wanted to touch someone so badly in my life. Which tells me touching her would be catastrophic. I used to think desire was simple. You wanted. You acted. You lived with the consequences like a man. This is different.

Readers loved the honesty, the vulnerability, the way Riley and Samuel refused to pretend everything was perfect. "Listen to this review," Sarah said when she visited with Lysander. "This book is a love letter to imperfection. Riley Chen doesn't just tell you about falling in love. She tells you about staying in love when it's hard, when you're tired, when life gets in the way. It's beautiful and real and necessary." "That's a good review," Lysander agreed. "It's a great review." Sarah looked at Riley, who was nursing Selene on the couch. "You did it again. Another bestseller."

“She wants the world to believe you are a pawn. We will show them that you are the irrevocable Queen. Tell me what you crave most at this moment, Elara. The world cannot hear you, but I can.” The question was a direct challenge to the control I still fought to maintain over my desire. The memory of his mouth, his weight, his raw hunger was overwhelming. “I crave the silence,” I pleaded, my voice choked. “I crave the moment when the lights turn off, and you take me again. I crave the punishment for every second I’m forced to stand beside you and pretend I’m whole.” A primal, satisfied grunt escaped his throat. He pulled me closer, trapping me between the cold steel of the elevator wall and th

His eyes fueled with desire, longing to indulge in her, yet finding the simplest action, like lifting his hand from the bed, was seemingly impossible for him. Closing his eyes in frustration, he stammered, "I... I couldn't... I couldn't fulfill your wishes." As the words hung in the air, Rose came to a sudden realization; it dawned on her that he was handicapped. The weight of the truth hit her – a person who couldn't even move his fingers, how could he possibly satisfy her needs? The sadness enveloped them both in that somber moment of understanding.

Standing a few cm from him, she could clearly see the desire in the man. He was taller than her but shorter than Christian. He was clean shaven, spotting a mixture of silver and black on his head. In all honesty, the man didn't look a day older than 40. He was lean, with no belly fat like one would expect. "I have always desired to feel you bend over this desk and fuck you like you've never been fucked before." Isabelle's jaw gaped. She pushed the chair behind her and sidestepped him when he moved closer. Her palms had begun to sweat, and her shoulders were rising up quickly. Blood boiled beneath her skin. "How fucking dare you? What is wrong with you?"

No, I'm not crazy. There were your hands too. Your hands are used to stroking other bodies. I am perfectly inexperienced, and I think you noticed. I'm sorry and a little ashamed, but can we take the course of things and turn them to our advantage? I don't like to keep the other person feeling disappointed. No one deserves to experience disillusionment. I was not perfect. My actions were nothing like those of an architect who masters plans well. I felt lost, and, at the same time, I loved to get lost and scream in that pillow. It was as it was waiting for me. Besides, tell me, was it intentional on your part? I felt your will to dominate me, and I think it kept me going. I felt like a prisone

"You know, someone once said that cheating is the hardest disease to cure. Once it happens, it's likely to happen again. And you don't deserve that." Steve understood where this conversation was going. "Everyone has a past, and I accept yours. I want you and Harriet to be my responsibility." I put down Harriet's lunchbox and got ready, ready to reject Steve's love. However, I tried my best to avoid offending his sincere feelings. "You're a good man, really. You can find a woman who isn't like me. There are better women out there." "But what if I only want you? You're the only one I want. You're the only one, Angel." Steve whispered, almost frustrated. He finally lowered his head, then pulled

Why now? I had tried with other women before. Always ended the same — I would get them naked, start touching them, and then the darkness would creep in. I wanted to bite until they bled. I wanted to choke them while I fucked them. I wanted to see fear and pleasure mixed together. Every time, I stopped myself before I could hurt anyone. I knew I was broken. But with Scarlett… the pull was stronger than anything I’d ever felt. I wanted to see every inch of her. I wanted to mark her. I wanted to hear her cry my name while I pushed her limits.

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.

“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