Love's Deadly Desire Novels & Stories

Kael Blackclaw, the Rogue King, disguised himself as a delivery man to assassinate my mate, the Alpha of the Moonbane pack, Lucas Wolfgang. However, it was Valentine's Day that day, and Lucas was busy celebrating a romantic evening with his lover and childhood friend elsewhere. When Kael realized that he had failed in his assassination, he took my daughter, Tina Wolfgang, as hostage and forced me to drink the deadly wolfsbane potion. I tried my best to distract him with lighthearted chatting while sending Lucas an SOS signal through our mind link.

"I’m doing my best to keep you safe, Alessia. If you’d stop yelling for a second, I could explain." I crossed my arms, staring at him. "Fine. Explain. Why does she want me dead? How does she even know about me?" "She knows because we made your engagement public as part of the cover," he said, his tone steady but laced with irritation. "And she wants you dead because she thinks you’re taking something that belongs to her." I blinked at him, stunned. "That’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard. I don’t even want to marry you!"

I was wasting my time and that when the time comes, you will never choose me; you will only do what your father wants and knowing your father disliked me, I knew I had no hope. Yet I could not bring myself to be with someone else. That one time was a mistake that I regret every day. If you noticed, I stopped drinking after that. I came to the Moon mansion to fight for you, to help you remember us, but instead, I met a wall, and you humiliated me beyond repair by shunning me and setting your wife to relate with me. You never uttered a kind word to me and were quick to humiliate me in her presence. You tried so hard to prove to her I meant nothing to you. You never checked on me for the few d

He belonged with me. Not because I loved him, not in the traditional sense. Love was a messy emotion, and frankly, it had gotten me nowhere in the past. No, what I craved was something far more potent – the satisfaction of knowing I could have him back, whenever I wanted. It was the ultimate power move, a public declaration that I was still desirable, still the envy of every woman.

I only know one way to love, and while he may have burrowed deep into my being, he might not have truly glimpsed the devil lurking just beneath the surface of my gaze. He provoked me, taunted me, and as I realized that my love could go beyond boundaries, the hunter became the hunted. I broke him and captured him. He claimed he wanted me; well, now he has my full attention. Let’s see how he can endure the seduction of a damned soul. ****** THE HAND OF DEATH: Kaidën

"You don’t want to tie yourself to me—you hate me." He leaned forward again. "Hate is the other side of love, Cassia." I certainly don’t hate you. He swept a look up and down that was so hot she felt it on her skin. "But I do desire you." Little flames of shock raced all over Cassia’s body. His eyes had darkened, and his eyelids had lowered slightly so that they looked slumberous. He desired her? Why did that send a perilous curl of excitement through her body instead of pain or disgust?

What the fuck am I doing? I release her and step back. I need to get away from her before I do something I’ll regret. Under King’s own fucking roof. ** Desire is a delicate flame that ignites between two souls, flickering softly before gradually growing into a blazing fire of passion. When a couple first embarks on the journey of love, the initial stirrings of desire often begin with stolen glances and electrifying touches. It's a mesmerizing dance where hearts and bodies respond to the enchantment of newfound attraction.

I gulp. "Um-I should go" he didn't let me move. I sucked in a deep breath almost zoning out as he moved and suddenly both my hands were pinned above my head. "Kaden" I whispered as he leaned in. "I didn't like seeing Alex kiss you" He whispered. "No-" I whispered and pushed him making him angry. "Do you like him!?" I look down as I sit up. "No. It's not like that" He chuckled running his hand through his hair. "Well, then, I hope you don't like him at all," He said.

Last night, in a desperate attempt to distract myself from my miserable life, I ventured to a club, longing for an escape I decided to get laid one last time before committing my forever to him. Prayers filled my thoughts, eagerly wishing he'd reject me, I was so disgusted by his presence. The fear of potential harm haunted me, a troubling uncertainty about what might happen if he ever laid hands on me. Yet, today, I made the painful decision to proceed with the marriage. It was a pact, a promise to my brother Camillo and my friend Ivy, who were enjoying in their love and success.

Lila's P.O.V At this point, I no longer knew what love meant. Not the version men whispered with soft mouths against skin. Not the version wrapped in vows, flowers, rings or promises. Love in Blackwood came with contracts. With blood. With graves. And I was tired. Tired of hoping there was still something pure hidden beneath all the lies. James had loved me and died before he could even prove it. Lucian loved me too late. Damien loved power more.