Lustful Hearts Mga Nobela at Kwento

She added. "Ady I will find something to hold upon but not someone. I am not ready for this. I know you and everyone wants me to settle down and see me happy, but trust me settling down won't make me happy. I can't trust anyone, it's just so complicated."I said "Okay fine we will talk about this later but before let's go to the park before those love birds send a search team for us. I met them in the park and they were so worried about you."

She nipped the bud before it bloomed and refused to acknowledge her feelings . But , now as she watched Leo looking at Lady Chelsea as if she was the only light in his already dark world , Lulu felt as if there was a cold hand that was gripping her heart and was stabbing pieces of glass and twisting it . Stab ,Stab , Stab ...twist , twist, twist

She hung her head but couldn't move away. As they stood there, their eyes locked, a melody of emotions echoed in the air. Love, unrequited but deeply felt, formed a bridge between them, connecting their souls in a dance of unspoken desires. With every heartbeat, Luli's resistance crumbled, and she began to understand the true essence of their connection.

I say softly, Her breath hitched. The room was filling quickly, couples and pairs and trios all masked, some already shedding the pretense of decorum. As Lust hummed in the air like static electricity. I liked the tension of it, the heady edge of control and chaos colliding. There were couples having a threesome and even a foursome all involved and already in the heat of the passion. Madison shifted beside me, her thighs brushing against mine. I slid my hand lower, teasing the hem of her midnight-black dress, and she stiffened.

My heart clenched. “Do you remember Paris?” he asked suddenly. My breath hitched. “How could I forget?” Lorenzo smiled faintly, the memory softening his features. “There’s something I told you that night. Something I never explained.” He straightened, his voice dropping to a near whisper as he recited, “Car, vois-tu, chaque jour je t’aime davantage, Aujourd’hui plus qu’hier et bien moins que demain.” My lips parted in shock. “you never told me the meaning. What does it mean?”

Ethan's POV I sensed the longing in her gaze, pleading for more but I refused to yield so easily. I craved to hear her voice, to feel her surrender completely. Chelsea's cries of pleasure echoed in my ears, igniting a primal desire within me unlike my girlfriend who is never satisfied but sweet. I pushed myself into her, slow and deliberate, ensuring every inch penetrated her deeply, reaching depths that ignited a fire within her. She dug her nails into my back, gasping as I filled her completely, our bodies merging in a primal dance of passion and desire.

“A man who can't keep his word. Sweetheart, when I started this Ten Days To Steal Your Heart, I vowed that there would be nothing lustful about it. Only passion. You’re making me fail, Rosette.” “How can there be nothing lustful between us?” she asked, her eyes firm, withdrawing her hand from under my shirt and cupping my face, bringing me down so we were eye level. “Hmm? There will always be lust because we constantly crave each other. We want each other. And there is passion as well, Axel. If there’s no passion, I wouldn't be burning like this. I wouldn't be so desperate for you. Lust is not enough to make me this eager.” “Lust is a powerful emotion,” I whispered, but my words held no powe

“I don’t want gentle. I’m not a porcelain doll.” “There’s nothing gentle about claiming our bride. Raw, passionate yes. Gentle no.” He flicked the button of his jeans loose from the hole and as the zipper rasped her insides quivered. Rich and thick with lust his promise sent a frenzy of fantasies through her mind. She knew what was coming. She rose to her knees and crawled to the edge of the bed watching her men’s every move. With the help of the lamps, Daniel chased away the darkness and created a sensual den of lust and desire.

as her? The fire roared wildly inside the large, rusted drum, consuming every invitation card and souvenir that had been crafted with love and care. The red and yellow sparks danced, devouring every piece of evidence of the wedding they had planned for a year—a reflection of the devastation within Adeline Fathia's heart.

I grip his face hard, kissing him back with the same savage need, the same ruthless dominance. There’s nothing soft about this. This isn’t lust. This isn’t love. This is raw. This is burning hot. This is fucking war. This fire, this chaos, this fucking madness. It’s as violent as a winter storm and just as merciless. A forest fire with no end, devouring everything in its path. Even if it’s wrong. So fucking wrong. And the worst part is, I hate that I love it. We are enemies. We’ve crossed lines that can never be fixed.