Lust For Life Novel Novels & Stories

She's ours now—no more fighting. I nestled between them, sated but already craving more. The manor felt smaller, charged with possibility. Breakfast the next morning was electric; their hands on me under the table, eyes promising endless nights. But as Mum's return loomed, the real game began—keeping our triad hidden while indulging every filthy whim.

“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to The Bloodlust Games, The final chapter” ************************* Re-entering the Bloodlust games was never an option in Kiara’s life. But when revenge is on the line and both she and Richard are forced into them, they have nothing to do but survive, for it was either play and live. Or die…

Cursed my body to endure when all others would fade. Lust became my chain, immortality my cage. I was left to walk through centuries alone, surrounded by obsession, without a pack, without protection, without anyone to stand between me and the hunger I inspired. They called it punishment. I called it survival. And what a body it was. Cursed or blessed, the distinction had long since blurred. I was not blind to it. The weight of my breasts, the curve of my waist, the shape of my arse—men stared, women stared. I knew precisely why. My mouth betrayed me most of all, lips too full, too soft, as though fashioned for begging or being bitten, claimed.

I said slowly, “is it about emotional connection… or physical desire?” Jeff paused. Just slightly. Then he answered carefully. “It can be interpreted both ways.” I hummed softly, pretending to think. “And what about forbidden attraction?” His eyes lifted from the page. “Forbidden?” he repeated. “Yes,” I said innocently. “Like when someone wants something they know they probably shouldn’t.” The silence stretched for a moment then Jeff closed the book gently. “That interpretation,” he said slowly, “would depend on context.” My heart fluttered. Oh yes.

Life had given him another opportunity to love and he wasn’t ready to let go of it. Anita had gone through a lot in life,she had gone against all odds,defying her parents wishes and chased her writing career. She had gone from company to company seeking approval to get her books published. He was wronged by her doings but she just wanted to see her dreams come to life fighting her way through. He concluded to give it everything he had as she was worth it considering what she had done for him. He felt brand new when he went by her words to forgive himself and enjoy the good things of life.

he asked his voice firm but curious. Aria took a deep breath, her eyes scanning the group before settling on Blaze. "Eight years ago, Alpha Lukairen had an affair with a woman, one of his trusted servers," she said, her voice steady. "A woman who left without knowing she was carrying his child." The Triplets exchanged shocked glances, their minds reeling with the implications.

"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: