Love's Deadly Desire Novels & Stories

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.

“I'm dying.” I opened my mouth to argue, but he squeezed my wrist, and I closed it. His thumb traced a slow circle on my skin. “I'm dying, Lylah. And I don't want to go without —” He stopped and swallowed. His throat moved, and the skin pulled tight over his Adam's apple. “Without taking something with me.” “And what is that?” I whispered. “You.” His eyes held mine. “The sound you make when you come. The way you say my name when you're close. I want to take that with me. Into the dark.”

Savannah had always said kissing, sex, desire, it was sweet, addictive even. Now, as his touch set every nerve ending ablaze, I was finally beginning to understand exactly what she meant. My pussy ached now, slickness gathering as his hands settled in my hips and thumbs stroking the exposed skin there. The sensations were nothing like the ones I’d imagined during quiet, lonely nights or the trembling touches I’d used to soothe the ache on my own. Now, the hands exploring me belonged to the one person my heart had chosen long before I even understood what love truly was. The boy who had filled my thoughts, my dreams, my secret fantasies.

Maybe it was the morning he woke up to find her crying in the garden and instead of mocking her weakness, he held her until she stopped. Maybe it was the day they found out about the babies. When terror and wonder mixed together in both their eyes. Or maybe it was a thousand small moments. A hand reached out in the dark. A smile that lasted a second longer than necessary. A word spoken gently instead of cruelly. Whatever it was, revenge became something else. Something neither of them planned for or wanted or knew how to handle. Desire. Not just physical, though that was there too. But a deeper desire. To know each other. To understand. To be understood.

Unbeknownst to Lily, her fate is sealed in that moment, her life set on a path that intertwines with the dangerous allure of the mafia lords. As the concert ends and applause fills the air, Lily is blissfully unaware of the eyes that have marked her as theirs. The twins leave the auditorium with a sense of purpose, their minds already strategizing the approach. For Lucian and Dominic, taking what they desire is second nature. But this time, it is different. This time, it is about sharing a love that defies the conventional, about introducing an innocent soul to a world of dark desires and deep passions. Thus begins the story of “A Flame of Desire,” where love and dominance, fear and trust, p

If not, he wouldn't hesitate to delete all Philips without caring whether they belong to one or hundreds of Philips. With satisfaction after deleting the contact, he turned back around only to see Joyce so intimately close. She was practically hugging him, trying to retrieve her phone which he held up with a hand above his head. He was silent and studied her face which was creasing in a frown. His eyes strayed to those lips that parted and closed more often than usual as a result of the struggle. He felt the sudden but strong urge to taste those again. He became thirsty of a sudden and those luscious twins seemed to be the perfect water to quench his thirst.

He wanted to kill them. This was not the Xavier she has grown used to but then again, Halle realized she knew next to nothing about the man, not his likes or dislikes, not about his childhood, his parents, his past. All she knew was that he was capable of murder and so much more. He is a man with power, a man that apparently everyone is after. “The Delgados will take back everything that you fucking Stones have taken away, our territories, our properties, and as an added advantage…” Halle heard a click from the gun by her ear, the safety was being turned off.

I smiled as I kept thinking about the first time I met her, and I chuckled involuntarily, and just let all the recollection fills my brain and heart before I perished. It's so unhappy that we ended up like this but at the same time, I had no regret to let myself die here with her, with the sword which connected our bodies. I will never regret this moment even in heaven. This is between Love and Death, and I chose to disappear here with someone I used to loved and I used to hate. But in the end, I still fill the same way. I still felt my love for her that was only covered with anger and grief. But the most important thing was that the truth brought into this world. I held Ylisha's head and g

We were both beautifully drunk, flushed with desire, and completely obsessed with each other. “I’m going to eat you up so good tonight,” Michael said, his eyes dark with a wild, hungry passion as he pinned me against the bedroom door. His hands were warm, sliding down my waist, making me shiver in a way Matthew never could. “Yes… come on, baby,” I breathed, wrapping my arms around his neck, pulling him down to me.

“You walk into Bianca’s trap, he kills you. You walk into his future, you kill yourself.” Solene kissed him. Not soft. Not tender. Just control bleeding into surrender. > “Then don’t let me choose alone.” He slammed her against the books. Mouth on her throat. Breathless. Hungry. Hands everywhere stripping away the fear. Because if they were going to die, they’d do it memorized. And if this child was made from them… He’d never forget what desire without loyalty looked like. While they moved against each other in the shadows The child broke into the archive.