Love's Deadly Desire Novels & Stories

I wondered if losing her had changed him, making him distant to others. Suddenly, a question emerged from within me, escaping my lips before I could even fully process it. "How did she die?" I blurted out, curiosity tinged with a touch of morbid fascination. Danna burst into laughter at my unexpected query. "Girl, no one even knows! We don't have a clue about her face, and here you are, asking about the details of her demise." Her response carried a hint of humor, reminding me of the absurdity of my question in the absence of any tangible information about Isaac's late wife. “Well I can say that he must love her so much. Oh, to find a man that can build a company after me,” she said and stre

Love holds the power to lose your sanity the much slowly that you don't even realise. I had seen it and I had seen the end of love, a dangerous end. I blinked slowly when the flashes of our few encounters blurred my mind and I moved my neck to nod. The coal seems to dark, calm and cold just the form of a carbon when unburnt. But, it looks devilish, hot, warm and breathtaking when the fire ignited in it. Sultan eyes were looking like same, deep, dark, devilish and desiring. His fingers cupped my cheek and I blinked slowly feeling his rough palm. The ignited desire between us calmed a little but only to make me burn even more.

The car sputtered, and Desire’s heart raced as she struggled to maintain control. Suddenly, the engine roared in protest, and the steering wheel jerked violently in her hands. Panic surged through her as she realized she was losing control. The car veered off the road, crashing through the guardrail and plummeting towards the river below. ******** Chase stood at a distance, hidden behind a cluster of trees, watching the chaos unfold. His heart raced with a mix of adrenaline and satisfaction as he saw Desire’s car tumble into the water. He had orchestrated the perfect crime, and soon he would be free of her interference.

Oh yeah. Good girl,” he murmured. I sucked him until my jaw hurt and finally he came. I swallowed every drop, eagerly licking the head of his cock in case I missed any. I so badly wanted to please him. He chuckled. “Greed is one of the seven deadly sins.” “So is lust,” I offered with a playful smile. “Indeed,” he said, putting his cock back in his pants. “Get back into position.” I immediately obeyed with my hands behind my back, on my knees, legs spread. He nodded approvingly. “So what did you fantasize about me when you touched yourself last night?” I looked up into his eyes. I was too afraid to tell him to his face. But something in his eyes made me want to tell him, to please him. “You i

And then he tells me he wants more from me…desires me more than any other because, like him, I have the gift. I can’t deny he’s the most handsome man I’ve ever seen, with eyes black like midnight, a jawline as sharp as his dragon’s talons, the height of a mountain, and shoulders as broad as a stream. But no amount of attraction will ever change the fact that he destroyed my life. The answer is no—and it’ll always be no. But the Death King doesn’t accept that answer. This book contains dark themes with subject matter that may be difficult for some readers.

“You love him, right? But he doesn’t love you. He won’t love you, Camille. He’ll never love you.” “You will never be able to replace him in my heart!” I shouted, which caused him to hit me again. “If you want me to kill Scott, then I’ll do it.” I felt fear in my chest when I saw the fierce determination in his eyes. It was no joke. “No!” I exclaimed. “You can’t…” “Oh, I can if it’s about your heart.” he sneered. “He’s your brother.” “I don’t care, Camille Davidson. I want to own your everything, even if that means killing my brother.” *********

It was an offer of blood, vengeance, and safety. "Not possible," Even though I stiffened my back and squared my shoulders, I could hear a shortness of breath in my voice. I've never given in to my desires, but I've never felt them this strong, like a current in the air that you can't escape. Every fibre of my being screamed for some relief. In our lives, there are only two things that can kill us: trust or desire. I can't trust him; if my body hadn't reacted the way it did the moment I saw him, I might have thought about it, but his proximity to me is dangerous. "You said the same thing about coming to me, love." He stood up and walked around the table, and I turned away as he sat beside me.

“You really enjoy acting like a locked door.” His jaw tightened. The whispers got louder. The shadows moved closer. The screen flashed. CONFESS OR BE CONSUMED Lena looked at the growing darkness. Then at him. Then snapped. “You killed that player.” His face went cold. “There it is.” “You murdered him!” “He would’ve killed you.” “You don’t know that!” “I do.” “You don’t get to decide who deserves to live!” His laugh was sharp. Empty. “You think this place rewards mercy?” “No.”

“Or the next two children die together.” Nythera trembled as fresh tears streamed down her face. Slowly, she lowered her head and nodded. Then she closed her eyes as a painful silence settled over the forest. When she finally spoke, her voice sounded hollow as she began to chant words outloud. “Moon above and shadows deep, Bind the heart and bind the sleep. Twist the path that fate has spun, Turn the many into one. Let desire cloud the sight, Let false love replace the light. By blood offered and power claimed,

Before he walks over to stop beside the bed, he throws her on and then walks back over to the door and locks it. Isadora scrambles to the far side of the bed, pulling her legs up to her chest, wrapping her arms around them as she huddles against the headboard, watching him. When he turns back to face her, Isadora’s face pales, and her eyes go wide at the same time they fill with tears as she has seen that look in many hateful eyes… The look that tells you that there is a possibility that you won’t survive what comes next - only his seemed worse, as it was overshadowed by lust, desire and something much darker.