Lust Collection Novels & Stories

CELESTE The afternoon sun hung low in the sky, casting long shadows across the pavement. I stepped out of the boutique with three shopping bags hanging from my arms. The silk scarves inside were for my mother. The leather journal was for Lily, who had started writing again. The small velvet box contained a pair of sapphire earrings I had bought for myself, because Lazarus had looked at me that morning and said, "Buy something that makes you happy. Not for me. For you."

Ava Hart POV "My breath completely leaves my mouth when I lift the heavy cedar lid," Lisa gasps, her small fingers shaking as she pulls a glowing piece of white fur and stardust cloth from the iron-bound chest. Her jaw drops so wide I think a whole swan egg can slide inside it. She scrambles onto her knees, scratching her stone-link to check the pack value of such a coat. The numbers on her screen have more zeros than there are stars in the sky. She hits the dirt floor with a loud thud, her tail flat with shock.

“You’ll see in a bit…” It was a short drive later when they arrived at the clearing… a clearing that sold a very special garage kit that was only sold once every three years! It was a doll kit that went by the name of Lisa, and Lana had adored this series ever since she was a child. In fact, she had already eight of the items from the ‘Pink’ series, and she simply needed one final one to complete her collection… Alas, she had failed to obtain the final piece during her last few attempts, and she had mostly given up hope, yet…

the man repeated. “No! I will never allow that. You have no idea how rare these bags are or how much trouble it took for me to win the auction for these jewelries. These bags are all limited edition and for this brand, people wait years on the waiting list just to get their hands on one. You just don’t understand…” I said quickly. “I do understand that it is unfortunate for you, Madame…but I’m just doing my job. Now, if you will please step aside so that we can get on with our work,” the man said before he got on with his job. --To be continued…

The box was carved with ancient writings, probably Greek or Latin. It was black and was not much bigger than a jewelry box. I opened it and found two pieces of jewelry. One was the sun ring I was looking for, and the other was a bracelet I had forgotten about. It was a silver chain decorated with ruby diamonds. Those diamonds were capable of resisting compulsion from any Genesis Vampire.

he pointed out as he looked around the inside of the old warehouse. "You have to trust me if you want ten million," "Okay, okay. And then what? what business do you want to build?" "Night clubs." "What?!" this surprised him. "Build your own night club and I'll take care of recruiting our future employees." "Are you crazy? How can you be sure that I will earn more than ten million from that useless business?" "Like I told you, you have to trust me because that's part of doing business. Now, if you let your greed get in the way, we'll have a hard time getting the ten million."

Her brow creased ever so slightly, but she quickly returned to eating, expression calm. What a blatant provocation. But Autumn no longer cared. She didn’t even care about Julian anymore. If he wanted to give gifts to someone else, it had nothing to do with her. Susan’s eyes lit up as she stared at the necklace around Luna’s neck. "That’s the limited-edition True Heart, isn’t it? There are only two in the entire country. It’s practically impossible to get, even if you have the money. "Our Luna really is a lucky girl. What a wonderful boyfriend. I’m so happy for you."

The kind that came with newfound love and excitement. River, ever the romantic, pulled out a small box from his pocket and opened it, revealing a beautiful silver necklace with a small dragon pendant. "We got this for you," he said, his voice filled with emotion. "We wanted you to have something special, something that would remind you of us and our love for you." Dynaris's eyes widened as she took the necklace from him, her fingers tracing the intricate design. "It's beautiful," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

She made sure to echo Lucas’s name. Ethan tilted his head, his smirk deepening. “The original limited-edition necklaces from this collection are personally marked by the designer, Mary Ann. She engraves a tiny colored fleur-de-lis on the clasp, a signature of authenticity. It’s subtle, almost invisible to the untrained eye—” “But mine has it. It’s yellow.” She interjects him. He paused, lifting his gaze to hers, “—Exactly. This collection has only 7 pieces, each one having the fleur-de-lis in one of the rainbow colors.”

Celine’s hands shook as she opened the tissue-wrapped bundle. She lifted a delicate silver locket from the paper, its surface engraved with a familiar pattern—an intricate swirl of leaves and vines. Her breath hitched in her throat, and her fingers traced the design. It was a locket she had lost long ago, a gift from her late mother, a token of love she thought was gone forever.