Love's Deadly Desire Novels & Stories

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.

The fire popped, throwing sparks into the air. “ She’s going to watch the man she loves fall, ” I said, walking toward them. “ She’s going to watch him bleed. And when he begs and I eventually kill him slowly, I’ll let her hold his broken body. ” Some of the rogues chuckled but I didn't laugh..This wasn’t a joke. “ I want Del’s head, ” I growled. “ I want his pack torn piece by piece . I want her to realize she made the biggest mistake of her life. ”

“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.”

"One day the man who says that he's incapable of loving will fall. You will try to fight it, but it will be stronger than you…" Ash's eyes burned with savage fire. "What the fuck are you trying to say?!" Dry laughter escaped Estelle's mouth. Then she stepped back and raised the dagger to her neck. "I curse you, Ashtar Malachious! One day the words of love will burst out of your mouth, and that day will be your last!" She closed her eyes and moved the blade across her throat.

Just if he was a normal person like Aaron. ‘Aaron is also like him’ a voice whispered to her. “But he tries”, she said out loud and Alex looked at her funny. “What?” “Nothing! Why can’t you just leave me alone?!” She yelled. “I can’t, I’m obsessed with you. I think about you all the time”. “You see, that is the problem. You don’t love me, you’re obsessed with me, you want to have me, nobody else can have me because you want to have me. Like I’m a fucking piece of paper or something”, she yelled.

Fucking hell. Eton knelt behind her and gripped her hips, watching the milky skin redden under his fingers. He could still stop. He was about to fuck this girl. But he didn’t want to stop. “This is a terrible idea,” Kaia whispered, her voice catching. “It is,” Eton agreed before slowly pushing his cock in... ................

Too bad I need to ruin it. I bring my umbrella before I get out of my gorgeous car. I remain standing on my position as I held my umbrella and watched the two of them. If I were a writer on a movie, I would entitle this as "Love Under the Rain" or maybe "Falling Kisses" because in movie scenes like this, a kissing scene always happens, so instead of falling rain I would more likely to change it to falling kisses. I have such a great mind. Well, enough of it, Klyde. You're the antagonist who will ruin the romantic scene of this two love birds getting soaked wet under the rain.

he stated, locking his gaze with mine, a devilish glimmer dancing in his eyes. As tension heightened between us, the stakes grew ever higher. Little did I know that our paths would intertwine in ways unforeseen, igniting a maelstrom of passion, secrets, and unexpected turns. Our lives were about to collide, testing the boundaries of love and hatred in ways neither of us could have imagined. Taking advantage of my distracted state, he slipped his hands into my shirt, igniting a rush of arousal and leaving me craving more of his touch. I despised how I always succumbed to his every caress.

The red colour on her only whetted his appetite. He wanted her. He wanted to touch her, to feel the velvety texture of her skin. He wanted to tear off the taunting crimson dress off her and pin her against the wall, holding her open as he thrust wildly into her. He wanted to feel her clenching against his thick shaft, to fuck her like a savage. And then, the evil part of him wanted more. The need to inflict pain on her, to tarnish her body, to destroy her for marrying his brother. For the deal, her father came up with. His jaw clenched and hazy clouds of lust replaced with bubbling rage.

He couldn't lie anymore to himself, could he? This desire he has for her, wasn't mere desire. He wouldn't give his life for his desire. The desire to kill every last member of his family was different than wanting Rose to his arm, to soak in her sweet fragrance. This desire, "It's love isn't it?" He whispered to himself, closing his eyes when he looked at the mirror how his eyes had turned golden without his will. The moon behind him had grown fuller by each day, as though reminding the threats of his peaceful life.