Insatiable Desire Novels & Stories

[MATURE CONTENT] Warning: Skip of you are not a fan of mature romance. Faced with a choice between blaming my stepfather Jason or stepbrother Ethan for the life growing inside me, I felt the weight of Jason's ominous threats—stay silent or risk my mom's life. “Chelsea,who is responsible for this pregnancy?” my Mom asked. I stood there, tears welling in my eyes, torn between the truth and the suffocating weight of shame. "Mom, I'm really sorry," I whispered, my voice cracking, as tears streamed down my cheeks. Unable to endure the guilt, I ran away from home, leaving my mother to search for me, only to tragically meet with an accident in her pursuit. HAPPY READING

Following the loss of both her parents and her family business, all Ruth Anderson wanted was to get away from bad memories of California. Her late Father's friend offered her the fresh start she wanted as a secretary in his company, now headed by his son, Ethan Sinclair. What started out as a strong disdain towards Ruth from Ethan soon became an undeniable desire. Challenges soon came in the form of a runaway ex. How did the lovebirds face this? Is their love strong enough to fight through? Is there any happily ever after for them?

The night my father collapsed, I learned some men negotiate with money… but Noah Thorne negotiates with lives. I never planned to marry a billionaire CEO, especially not the man my father owed $50,000 to. But when the hospital demanded an $80,000 deposit before surgery, life made the choice for me. While my mother sobbed in a cold hallway, Noah’s bodyguard arrived with an offer, an arranged marriage, a contract marriage that would clear the debt and cover every medical bill. When I confronted Noah, he presented the terms without cruelty: one year, no intimacy, public appearances only, and freedom after. He believed he was offering mercy but I felt like beautifully packaged captivity. Desperation crushed pride, and I signed. Our “marriage” was a seven-minute formality, no vows, no meaning. Moving into his penthouse was like stepping into a museum built to contain silence. Publicly, we were the perfect romance. Privately, we were strangers navigating a fragile arrangement thick with unspoken tension. Complications followed us: Noah’s elegant, smug ex who treated me like a placeholder, and my own ex-boyfriend, whose sudden reappearance triggered jealousy in Noah he couldn’t hide. Arguments, silences, and late-night moments softened something between us. Slowly, painfully, the man behind the empire emerged, the lonely boy shaped by loss, abandonment, and guarded walls. We began to care. We tried to deny it. Feelings weren’t in the contract but feelings don’t read contracts. Near the end of the year, Noah pulled away. I thought he wanted freedom. He signed the release papers with steady hands and a breaking heart. I was almost gone when he whispered the truth: “Please don’t go.” We tore up the contract. A year later, we married again, this time for love, not survival. This time, I chose him

Damien Lancaster, the cold and ruthless heir to a billion-dollar empire, has spent years plotting his revenge against Selene Carter—the woman he believes ruined his life. Damien and Selene were once lovebirds, so much in love they couldn't do without each other. They met at a business party. Years later, the lovers who were once the talk of the town became the laughingstock. Damien's business crumbled, and he was back to square one. The moment his business collapsed was also when Selene vanished without a trace. He began to believe she was behind his downfall—and she wasn’t there when he needed her most. Years later, Damien is now successful. He meets Selene again—she’s doing all kinds of jobs, struggling to survive. Damien approaches her with one motive—revenge. He tries to lure her in, but she resists. When an opportunity arises, he forces her into a fake marriage to secure a deal and restore his image. Selene, drowning in debt and legal trouble, has no choice but to sign. The contract: no love, a time limit, and total control. But as emotions resurface and secrets unravel, Damien finds himself falling for the woman he swore to destroy. Their twisted love faces betrayal, secrets, pregnancy—and a dangerous threat.

Prologue Nathan sat on the roof with a portrait in his hand. He has been looking at her portrait for the past hours and he is not ready to let go of it. He stared at the picture with a satisfied smile on his face. His Sadie! He just can't stop staring at her. She was really his sweet angel which portray the meaning of her name. Sadie! He hugged the portrait before dropping it. He picked up his drawing paper and pencil ready to sketch her beautiful face again. Every corner of his room has her picture, everything! And almost all his belongings too. His plates were designed with her picture, his phone pouch was her, his wrist band has her name. His private company is in her name, his box has her picture, his closet, just name it. The workers thought he's running mad, no one believed it's love except his family and of course, his personal guard. He smiled at nothing closing his eyes before starting the sketching. He's been stalking her ever since that faithful day they met , that faithful day she became his sweet angel. He knows her every moves, everything she does and how she's being treated in her own home . He turned his hand in a fist and his jaw tightened. The thougt of that does nothing but angers him. He wants to save her, he wants to take her out of that bondage but it's not yet time. She doesn't even recognize him, it will be insane to go ask her out for marriage when she doesn't know him . He's going to make them pay, watching his Sadie from a far distance seeing her in tears, seeing her lonely, seeing her sad and seeing her feeling unloved hurt his heart so much

After getting betrayed by people she thought she could trust, Lyra must now find a way to help her dying brother.

Five years down the drain! Clair Green stares at the divorce papers in her hand. Never did she think she would be in this position. Then she thinks back over the last few months of her life with Mike—all the secret phone calls, the whispers in the dark and eventually the pictures that she was not supposed to see. At last, she could put a name to it all. Sienna Whitfield. In pain and ready to forget all of her trouble, she walks tall into the Banquet Hall. It is where the charity event will take place. Then she sees him - a man with so much authority, handsome and older—a man no one can miss. A man who walks like he owns the world, full of confidence. He walks up to her and talks to her, but when he introduces himself, she knows her desire for this man can never be fulfilled. The man who ignited the Flames of Desire in her is no one else but Damon Withfield. He is the uncle of her enemy. He is related to the woman who stole her husband. He is Sienna Whitfield's uncle!

Isla Romano’s life was shattered the night Antonio DeLuca, the ruthless mafia boss, murdered her father before her eyes. Consumed by grief and vengeance, Isla sets her sights on the one person she holds responsible: Antonio’s son, Dante DeLuca. But as she infiltrates the DeLuca empire, seeking to destroy the man who ruined her life, Isla finds herself entangled in a dangerous game with Dante—one she never expected. Dante is everything Isla hates, yet there’s an undeniable connection between them that pulls her deeper into his world. Her mission was simple: destroy Antonio. But as her obsession with Dante grows, she must decide if vengeance will be worth the cost of losing herself—and the man she never thought she’d desire. In a twisted dance of power, passion, and revenge, Isla’s love for her father’s memory might just lead her into a darker path than she ever imagined, and Dante’s unrelenting obsession with her could either be their salvation or their doom. Will Isla’s thirst for revenge cloud her judgment, or will she finally come to terms with the truth that her heart may already belong to the enemy? ---

“ One scratch, one head. “ His words terrified the whole civilization of the Cabrine city. As his sharp eyes flickered with darkness, everyone held their breaths. The figure in front of them was no other than Diamond Fletcher – the sin of pride from the seven deadly sins. Having the vampires lineage with the alpha's blood, he was one of the ruler in the biggest city of the realm. Nevertheless, he was also a five-star general in the human world. “ The young madam is in your room young master. She was in her deep slumber when the potion took effect. “ One of his allies said, trembling and trying himself not to stutter. Without a word, the sin of pride walked away with his head high. The eagerness to see her after three years of disappearance made him crave for her scent. His desire to own her and her blood filled his sorrow and anger. When he reached his room and locked the door, the coldness in his eyes vanished in the mist. He stepped closer to the and saw her lying unconscious. Her hair was messy as well as her dress. It was slightly ripped that made his eyes pinned to her slender legs under the thin fabric. When he brushed his knuckles over her cheeks, he closed his eyes for five seconds to feel how soft her skin was. It was delicate. It was seductive, yet, it was also delicious. “ Finally, our hide and seek just ended. “ He bended his body as he whispered near her flushed ears. Biting it slightly before her neck, he only wanted to ‘do' her. To punish her! ‘ You’re mine. Every inch of you is mine. Just mine. Mine alone! ‘ **** WARNING: There will be an obsession and possessiveness at the middle.

Evelyn Harlow’s been fighting for every inch her whole life. She drags grief like a shadow, drowns in debt, and keeps pushing through a world that’s never given her a break. Then her mother dies, and everything falls apart. She’s desperate, looking for any way out. That’s when Kieran “KJ” James walks in—slick smile, dangerous eyes, a plan that sounds straight-up impossible. Two years back, Eve’s identical twin, Sophia, supposedly died in a fire at billionaire Alexander Voss’s mansion. No body. No closure. People kept whispering—maybe Sophia ran, maybe she hid, maybe she vanished on purpose. Now KJ wants Eve to step in. Take Sophia’s place. One year. One identity. One fortune. All she has to do is walk into Sophia’s old life and pretend she fits. But Alexander Voss isn’t what she pictured. He’s cold, tightly wound, broken in ways money can’t fix. He loved Sophia—obsessively. The moment “she” comes back, the air between them snaps. Fury, longing, and old ghosts crowd every second. Their attraction burns, sharp and reckless. Every touch shakes Eve’s lies. Every look pulls Alex closer. She’s slipping—wrong memories, details she can’t fake, secrets she doesn’t know. Then Marcus Kane—Sophia’s ex, Alex’s old best friend—spots her. He doesn’t blow her cover. Just circles, waiting for his chance. And when Detective Reyes reopens the fire case, the truth starts to claw its way out. Sophia didn’t run. She died. And someone wants Eve next. Desire. Danger. Lies that burn. Welcome to Ashes of Desire.