Love Or Lust Novels & Stories

I have caused enough deaths and so I will let her be as long as she lets me be very peacefully. One incident could change one's entire life just like that one night changed mine and entwined my destiny with that of Lucius. Sometimes we mistake lust for love, other times we mistake love for lust but for I and Lucius, it was and still remains love and lust. I love him and I lust for him. He loves me too and hell, does he lust for me like crazy. Eventually, our story has a closure too but not our love and certainly not our lust.

It was a poignant reminder of what we had, what we could lose. A voice, soft and distant, whispered in the depths of my mind. It urged me to trust my instincts, to have faith in the love we had built. But doubt gnawed at the edges of my consciousness, reminding me of the potential heartbreak that lay ahead. As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm orange glow across the park, I made a decision. I couldn't let fear dictate my future. I would confront my doubts, face the challenges head-on, and fight for the love that had blossomed between Matt and me.

He positioned himself between her legs and plunged into her urgency, she cried out and he cupped his hand over her mouth, “Shush darling, let’s not wake the neighbors” Leila could not think straight as he kept slipping in and out of her. She wanted this moment to last forever and when he finally pulled out. She rolled to her side and stared at him. This gorgeous man that she called her boss just slept with her. Her engaged boss that has a fiancée just slept with her. The crazy thing was that she enjoyed every moment of it. That was when it dawned on her, she was in love with Gavin Hasters and it was probably going to be the end of her but at this point, she didn’t care anymore.

she cried out in pain but he was so blind in his anger that he couldn’t see anything except how he had to show her that what a big mistake she had made by calling lust to his love because he could tolerate anything but not the accusations, she threw at him. His anger was ruling his head that how dare she give the name of lust to his love. She thought that he didn’t love her but lusted over her body, so today he will tell her what was real lust. "When you leave this room, you will learn the difference between lust and love" he bellowed, making her stand by grabbing her arms tightly who trembled more violently at his tone. After listening to him, she started twisting her arm to get free from h

Jack asked after swallowing the pill without using water. "You won't love someone else if you love the first one. Pure love will not be shaken even if a thousand women seduce you. Even if the person you love is at the lowest point of her life, you won't turn away from her," Aunt Mary replied while observing Jack's expression. "So I don't really love Claire?" he muttered. "Sometimes, people mistake lust and obsession for love. Love doesn't make you passionate and demanding. Especially to the point of making you snatch her from her partner. That's not love. That's obsession. No love is destructive."

No matter what we are and what we believe, destiny has its own plans and it will always lead to your destination. Dom and his Bunny has finally found their forever after suffering so much and will always cherish their relationship with love and only love. Because it's not just lust, it's more than Lust... THE END!

But even as she chastised herself, the warmth in her chest refused to dissipate. Was she really mixing up lust with something else? Something she hadn’t allowed herself to feel in a long time? Love? No. It can’t be. Love wasn’t supposed to be part of this equation. She’d walked into this knowing exactly what she wanted—love hadn’t been on the agenda. Maybe it’s just been so long since I’ve felt either that my body can’t tell the difference anymore. The thought both amused and terrified her. Lust and love were two sides of the same coin, she supposed. Both could flood your system with hormones, making you feel things that weren’t there, or amplifying what was. But this… this felt different. D

Ronan smirked, his voice a gravelly purr. He leaned down, his breath hot against her ear as he towered over her. "Are you really that desperate for your husband’s touch that you’d crawl into my bed and strip for me?" "Finn, I don’t understand why we sleep in separate rooms when we are married.” Larissa leaned her head back, her vision blurring as she looked up at the sharp, dangerous line of his jaw. "Finn..." she breathed, ignoring his chuckles. She reached up, her fingers trembling as she traced the shell of his ear, sliding into the hair at the nape of his neck. "Stop playing and stop being so... mean."

A man begins a daring, taboo relationship with two eighteen-year-old girls _________________ The dictionary defines lust as ‘a strong sexual desire.’ But I think it’s more than that. There is something pure… something primeval about true lust. It began like any other day. Being early September, it was more autumn than summer, although it had turned decidedly warm for the time of year. That and the fact that I had just begun a week off work meant that I was in high spirits.

The person I wanted beside me when things were good. And when they weren’t. The person I still wanted with every selfish, reckless, desperate part of me. I wanted all of him. His laugh, his stupid jokes, his ridiculously fine morning hair. Everything. “Careful, you look like you are in love with me.” He teased again with a smirk. “Oh, I doubt that, maybe it’s just lust.” I shrugged, teasing him back. He pulled me closer with a slight force. “Lies.” “It was at first though…” I laughed, “But somewhere along the way…”