Lust And Power Novels & Stories

Not just with her, but with Isabelle… with all of it. Lillian wasn’t supposed to happen. She was supposed to be just competent, efficient, easy to ignore. But, she burned too brightly for that. And maybe that’s why Isabelle hated her without ever needing to meet her. I slipped. I fell. And it was all my fault. And the truth was… Isabelle and I had been over long before Lillian came into the picture. What we had wasn’t love. It was power. Control. Appearance. An illusion. But Isabelle never let go of anything she felt entitled to.

“A warm, willing hole to play house with while he remembered what real power feels like. But power always wins, Lila. And right now, power is sitting in a boardroom demanding Lucian step down before Reed Enterprises burns.” The video feed flickered. For a moment, Lila caught a glimpse of another angle Lucian’s penthouse, or what used to be their sanctuary. Papers scattered across the floor. Empty whiskey glasses. The bed unmade, sheets still twisted from the last time he’d had her there, slow and deep and possessive, whispering filthy praise against her throat until she shattered around him. The memory hit her like a physical blow. “You’re mine, princess. Every fucking inch. Say it while I r

Lust's smirk deepened as a dangerous glint sparkled in her eyes. The carriage rolled to a halt as a sudden flash of dark energy engulfed the area. Before the guards could react, Lust reappeared, her speed like a blur, holding a struggling woman in her grasp. The carriage door swung open, and two figures stepped out—a stunning couple who exuded power and grace. The man had jet-black hair and piercing icy-green eyes, his expression sharp and protective. By his side, a woman of average height clung to him, her long black hair cascading down her shoulders. Her emerald-green eyes shone with fear as she pressed closer to the man, her grip firm on his arm.

The dismissal was dramatic: Lucas emptying his desk under curious stares, shouting in the corridor: “That bitch used me as a sex toy and now fires me!” The scandal spread like wildfire, but Mariana, with her power, smothered it with threats of lawsuits and bonuses to silence mouths. That night, alone in her mansion, Mariana lay in bed, body still marked by Lucas’s bites and slaps, reflecting on the filthy desire that had consumed her. "That affair devoured me alive. Every fuck was an explosion of lust—his tongue in my pussy, cock wrecking me until I squirted like a fountain. But it was dangerous, a cycle of power and submission that almost cost me everything. Desire is a treacherous bitch, l

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Lisa insisted, her tone firm, her gaze unwavering as she challenged him, a hint of concern mingling with her accusation. “His ex was in the architecture department,” Arina interjected, her voice calm but carrying an undercurrent of tension, her eyes darting between Aaron and Lisa, sensing the brewing storm. Hurt flashed across Lisa's face, her expression crumbling with a mixture of disbelief and pain, her body tensing as she instinctively moved away from Aaron, her heart heavy with betrayal. “Lisa, listen,” Aaron pleaded, his voice tinged with urgency, his eyes pleading for understanding as he reached out to her, a pang of regret piercing his heart as she fled from him.

He didn’t even bother to wonder that taking away Andrea from his top rank henchman could open some untreated wounds. Power should only be exercised by sober heads. Laude had fallen to the temptation of intoxication and his sexual appetite that should have been cured long before. They say that men with tremendous sexual drive can either turn that energy into achievement or atrocity. Seemed like he embraced both and the latter resulted in his impending downfall.

No matter how hard she trys to hide it. We’re fine, everyday we have sex like animals, when we’re not we’re relaxing in each others arms. I’m waiting on the perfect moment to tell her how I feel. But I can’t, not right now when I’m tied to that bitch. I know she wants to hear it. I could see it in her eyes. But I can’t not yet. But like I said we’re fine the perfect power couple in my eyes.

Anita goes to the couch and grabs her phone. She had slept on the couch, there was no way she could sleep on the bed that had vomited on. She had pushed her gently to the ground and removed the bed sheets. She didn’t want to take the risk of laying another bedsheet, she wasn’t ready to make all of her bed sheets go to waste that night. She brings the phone to the bedside,opening it and showing Anita some of the videos she had recorded earlier when Mimie played out her drama. She made the video for this purpose, in case she should deny it and to blackmail her just as she did with her.

The room screamed masculinity and maleness. The walls were painted in black with a little bit of white here and there that was used to lighten the room. The furniture was a shade of dim colors and everything seemed totally out of this world. There was a cactus plant growing in a point and another pot of purple hibiscus in a pot on the window. She shot out of bed immediately, scenes from last night breaking into her mind bits by bits. She recalled entirely what had happened. From the man in her office, to his silent moves. Peter's dead body and his hands on her silent shoulder.