My Heart's Desire Novels & Stories

Have you ever sunk deep into the depth of desire as your heart wished for you to drown while your mind told you to fight against the waves? When I look at Deimos I am always caught by desire's net. Desire to touch. A desire for a taste. Desire to possess. With each passing day, it overtakes me inch by inch sinking its fangs deep within me sucking my will to fight.

, this information was just too much for Sarah to comprehend, all these years on earth and in the castle, she had for once heard anything about all these predictions and prophecies- he never even thought they were real. “Sadly, I do not know but we are about to find out”, Desiree said before closing her eyes and blocking out all the sounds around her, it helped her focus on the only sound she needed to hear for this magic trick to work- the sound of her mother’s slow heartbeat.

I slowly closed my eyes, letting myself to feel the delicacy of his lips but he was still over my lips. Not moving further or taking a step back, like he was waiting for me to show him what he should do. Losing my senses in the desire to feel him I moved my hands to his neck and whispered, "Roy, Do what your heart seeks." To which he shared his darkest desire; what he never accepted before immediately. "It wants you... "

As I stared at him, my heart was thumping so hard I was sure he could hear it. How did my desires become this intense and untamed?

“If that is the hunger you need to satisfy, you should satisfy it. This is your hunt.” That wasn't the howl I was baiting for. Then again, I wasn't sure what I wanted to hear. “What about you?” I asked, searching his amber depths for a sign, anything to tell me what was best for our spirits. “What is your heart’s desire? Be honest.” “Only you, Madeline.” I rolled my eyes, though his words settled like a warm pelt over my shoulders. “Come on, I could totally see you patrolling with half a sorority of she-wolves.”

Her fake smiles and the way she clings to me during social events make my skin crawl. Аnd then there is Rоbinsоn himsеlf. Sure, he is rich like my fаther—but his weаlth doesn’t come withоut a pricе. He is greedy, always lооking for more, never sаtisfied with whаt he has. My fаther, for аll his fаults, аt leаst has principlеs. Rоbinsоn? He will sell his own soul if it means climbing highеr. “Did they leave a message?” I ask, trying to keep my voice even, though my irritation is bubbling to the surface.

I asked no one in particular, but as though he could read my mind, “Do you know what you’re feeling right now, Miss Hayes?” he asked, voice low and close, so close his lips were brushing the shell of my ear. “Desire.” I stiffened. “No,” I said, though it came out breathy. Weak. “I don’t desire you. I hate you.” “Oh, I believe you” He chuckled, his grip on my foot not loosening one bit. “Newsflash, Miss Hayes: it’s entirely possible to want someone you loathe.” He said, standing up and pushing something...

[My Heart Shakes] — "David? David, are you okay?" An anxious Travis, whose hands were trembling, whispered a query that nervously flew out of his dry lips. His voice was cracking up with emotions while his tear-filled eyes witnessed David's body convulse on his lap. His heart was palpitating in the bedchambers of his throat, urging him to release it from his system. Heavy with despair— his heart yearned him to release a quivering, silent cry that pierced into David's ears— hustling him from his tragic world.

I added, my heart racing with the possibilities. Her eyes became wide with astonishment, *You'd use your wish for me?* she asked, her voice barely above a whisper, holding her tiny hands over her heart as if to contain her emotions. I nodded, and her face lit up with hope. "So, what kind of mate would you like?" I asked, my curiosity piqued, and she thought for a little while, her brow furrowed in concentration. Then, she flew close to me, her wings fluttering rapidly, and whispered her heart's desire in my ear. I smiled, my heart warming with joy, and said, "Ok, let's try this and see!"

I asked, now standing in front of my door as it seemed like he wasn’t going to stop following me. “Yes. Your heart.” My heart flipped. “What?” “I want your heart.” This time around, I scoffed out loud with a frown on my face. “You want the heart of a Silver or what? Do you want me to rephrase it for you? You want me dead or what?” “Far from that.” He replied, his tone lower than normal but I couldn’t hear him. “So why do you want my heart if it isn’t because you want to kill me?” “I wouldn’t kill your dear.” He tittered. “And I’m not talking about wanting your heart in a bad way. I want your heart in a good way.”