Lust For Life Novel Novels & Stories

"We're parents. That's all. Everything else was survival. Lust disguised as love." "That's a lie." "Is it? You seduced me to hurt Michael. I used you to escape. Where's the real feeling in that?" He crossed the room. Grabbed her shoulders. Made her look at him. "I loved you from the first night. Everything after was me lying to myself about it." "You loved the danger. The forbidden. Your cousin's wife. The affair felt wrong so it felt exciting. That's not love." "Then why are you still here? Why didn't you leave the moment Michael died?"

Scarlett’s POV The room smelled like blood and wet whiskey and something older like an old book left open too long. My heart still hammered against my ribs the way it had when Loren smiled the ghost of a smile. “Because spectacle is the only way to make certain people see. Because cruelty and revelation are the languages the powerful understand.” He fixed his eyes on me. “And because we need you to choose.”

“Sure, I was born ready for it. I am a Nikolaev after all.” I should have known in our world something always got fucked up. Someone always died. Father died. Alexei’s life was hell because of my mother. Revenge was an ongoing theme in this life - mafia or not. Someone got to Adrian. It was the reason for the car chase. It had to be. The question was why? “You hate the world right now.” Alexei’s voice pulled me away from the fog of unknowns. “I don’t—” I cut myself off. There was no sense denying it. I did hate the world. I hated that I couldn’t remember much from that night, leaving me with a million questions. I hated that the last words from Adrian that I remember were said in anger.

"You haven't slept properly in days. Your brain is frying." Elara turned her laptop towards her. "Then explain this." On the screen was a new chapter. One she hadn't written. One that hadn't existed an hour ago. Fallon read the first line aloud. "She thinks I don't see her panic. But I feed on it." She looked up slowly. "Is this supposed to be funny?" Elara whispered, "I never typed that." As if on cue, a new sentence appeared on the screen. Typed. Slowly. Letter by letter:

If only, I am that brave, I wouldn’t be stupid enough to trust a man who raped me in the first place. I feel like I was standing alone in a vast desert not knowing what to do and where to go. I have got plenty on my table to eat. But my tummy wouldn’t let a piece of it to enter. I threw up almost everything. It is worst. The more the time is running, the more my body is recovering from the numbness and the more I am realizing what is happening to me. He left, he has gone forever. Alexander and Celia; they are over. We are over. And what I have to do with baby we never want. It is hard to believe that I actually have a life growing in me when I lost my life.

why I convinced her to marry me. but I can't trust any girl..it is not important for me to love her..or gain her love...for me important thing is trustworthy wife..so I am doing right thinking this I slept.. Laura's pov.. what he think of himself..in this half month he never called me once to say sorry for his behaviour...and now he is calling me just because his mom said him to do so..leave it..Laura..without thinking anything I slept..ny girl..it is not important for me to love her..or gain her love...for me important thing is trustworthy wife..so I am doing right thinking this I slept..

He reveled in the thrill of the chase, determined to uncover the truths hidden beneath Arina's facade. As Charlie returned with Arina's file, Ryan's anticipation reached new heights, eager to delve into the depths of her life and unravel the mysteries that lay within. The speed at which Charlie had gathered the information impressed him, a testament to his unwavering loyalty and efficiency. Opening the file, Ryan absorbed every detail with keen interest, his heartstrings tugged by the tragedy of Arina's past and her struggles with Thanatophobia. Despite her hardships, there was a resilience in her that intrigued him, a strength that he found both admirable and enticing.

My life The story of my life is one from a fantasy novel. A scientist with a fling and issues with her parents. Her work was all that mattered to her until she met two identical blue-haired men. She found love, she felt love like no other... But their story was anything but romantic. She had a bond with them that was based on a cruel woman's malicious intent. A plan carefully crafted to open the borders of the land, Lunaria. She came across a vampire, who started as a friend... Then she feared him after he fed on her sweet blood. Then she fell for him and the bond was real. The love was real, everything was real.

I'm moaning out profanities. I look outside the glass walls and I make out a few snow drops. I might not have lived the perfect life, but as I feel him inside of me, with snow falling around the glass walls and fireworks casting colours above the glass roofs, I feel a inner sense of peace, one I have never experienced before, and maybe, just maybe, life was worth living after all...... . .

I wanted him to tangle his fingers in my hair and tug at it. My heart pounded even harder. My body flushed, the foreign sensation running rampant. Is this what it felt like to crave someone? Lust and I were never on the same page. I had touched myself before, but nothing I did really satisfied me. Nothing like this. Like being set on fire. And at the root of all my fantasies were unusual blue eyes. So interesting, oddly the color of the phenomenon when snakes change their eye color before they shed their skin. Even when we first met, how he cornered me, his voice deep and dark. I was ashamed to admit how much I liked it.