Love's Deadly Desire Novels & Stories

Elias watched silently, jaw clenched, a storm of emotions tightening his features. Guilt. Rage. Fear. And something he’d never admit aloud: Love for the girl Alexander was willing to die for. Cassandra circled the table, her eyes sharp and calculating. “We don’t have much time,” she said. “Her heart is slowing. The purge is settling. If it roots fully…” She met Alexander’s eyes. “…no one can save her.” Alexander nodded once. Steady. Resolved. “What do I have to do?” he asked, voice cracking.

he rasped with a dangerous obsession. Disgust curled in Ophelia’s stomach. She knew this scene too well. She had seen this hunger before. Back then, she had wanted it. She had thought herself clever, believing she could control him, that she could tie him to her with lust, desire, and love. But love only killed her. And now that foolish girl is dead. This time, he would never get to touch her again. A storm of hatred surged through her veins as she slapped him. Alexander’s head snapped to the side.His hand twitched, as if resisting the urge to grab her.

With that, he practically fled out of the room, and a few minutes later, he was speeding straight for my condominium. It was in that instant that he realized that he really, really wanted to see me right now. He missed my soft lips and curvaceous body. His mind replayed a memory from a few days ago, where I was kneeling on the cold, hard floor with my eyes red-rimmed from crying. Oh, how he desperately craved to kiss those eyes.

Fearing what the options could be, a lone tear found its way down Desire's face. "The first option is to have you killed by hanging, the second one is to send you to the Harem while the third one is to make you my private maid and you're the only person who has the privilege of this rare chance. So, my dear little Dove, what do you say?" Desire knew the second and third option was a death sentence, a life sentence that could get her killed at anytime, so why not take the death right now? Much to his disappointment, Desire looked at him without thinking about the rules.

He smirks and kisses her lips, then pulls away and whispers on her lips, “Well then, I'll make you believe it.” As soon as his sentence finishes, his mouth turns on hers again, and she meets him with equal, if not more, desperation. When the cold air touches the skin of her abdomen, only then does she realise that he has already gotten rid of her robe. He pulls away, and his fingers find their way to her sheer bra. Gripping the straps, she raises herself on her elbow to help him remove it faster. The moment it is thrown in the other corner of the room, his lips are already on her peaked nipple.

"If you really knew me, you wouldn't say that." A chill raced down my spine, but I held my ground. "I’ll always love you. No matter what." His entire body went still. And for a fraction of a second, I saw it—the war inside him. The rage, the possessiveness, the unrelenting darkness. But beneath it, buried so deep I almost missed it, was something else. Something fragile. Something desperate. His grip on me tightened, but his forehead dropped to mine. "Fuck," he muttered. "You're ruining me, Cameron."

When he returned home at night, Beth would become the object of his venting, suffering from his torturous ways. The last time I heard about her and Matthew was five years later. While living under an alias, I was in a werewolf hospital thousands of miles away, treating wounded patients. "Do you know about the crazy Alpha from the Frosthowl pack? The one whose Luna jumped into a lake to kill herself because she was forced to get pregnant? "These few years, he has been keeping his mistress locked up in a dungeon, torturing her in the name of revenge for his Luna! "His mistress finally managed to get pregnant some time back. But, when she pleaded with him to spare her, he cut her belly open. No

“So what do you think of her? She is pretty, right? Looking like that on her hands and knees.” The man opened his phone camera, and I looked at him, angry red face cocking a brow. “I will enjoy killing you, Renzo. You might have tainted her, but it was never about love, as you know. I will have her, no matter what. Even if she was with no hands or legs.” The fucker said, and I got the threat so I licked my lips, baring my teeth at him because he will never get the chance. “NO asshole, those arms and legs will be yours, as my gift for her after I slit your throat at her feet. No one takes my woman away from me.”

"You really decide to keep the very thing that locked me life into a cage. But, you told me that everything has been destroyed leading us to a new world." "This is the new world", he responded as his dominant voice returned. "The drive I kept was like an insurance. In case any personality like Arthur rise again, I use this to resolve the situation." "The ruthless CEO is back and he's speaking through you. The man I fell in love with has been consumed by this present personality. The man I loved was supposed to do away with all these games. Now, I realise that the love isn't actually love but the secret used to tie down the other partner." ,

He smiled at her, but his eyes involuntarily wandered to her revealing cleavage. Despite his desire to devour them, his weakened state forbade him. Rose sensed his gaze and it reignited the sensations between her legs. Drawing closer, she posed a sultry question to her husband, "Do you want to touch them?" David's eyes, ablaze with longing as he parted his lips to respond with a breathless "yes."