My Heart's Desire Novels & Stories

“Because of your job. It’s dangerous, I get it.” He steps toward me, closing the gap he seemed so interested in maintaining. I sit perfectly still, frightened I’m going to frighten him away accidentally. “The only person I have any desire to be with is you. And I can’t have that,” he murmurs. The pure intensity of the truth takes me aback. He looks tempted to grab me and take me away from this life, so we can be together elsewhere, where neither of us have any obligations. I even feel tempted to take that offer.

“That’s the one thing I can’t seem to write.” “Why not?” he asked. “Because I don’t know how to describe it without sounding fake.” He studied me for a moment. “Maybe that’s because you think desire is only about the physical. But it isn’t.” I met his gaze, waiting. He continued, “Desire can be wanting to understand someone completely. It can be curiosity, admiration, or even silence between two people who can’t stop thinking about each other. It’s not always about touch.” His voice was low, steady, almost thoughtful enough to make the room feel smaller.

I added and pointed my heart. "It's in there. It's making a sound, right? So, live with it. I promise you, whatever what your heart feel alive to is what you really desire. Let me ask all of you, what is your desire? Why are you letting people stop you from chasing that desire that has been stuck in your heart?" I also added but now, I'm pointing at people who are watching me now.

He got up and hugged her tightly engulfing her into him. Heart to heart . She quickly reciprocated his hug. A very needed one to calm her throbbing nerves. "I love you. I love you so much. You don't even know what you are to me. I was never a person who believes in commitment but after you came into my life. My heart change. My desires changed. You are my desire now. I want to spend my whole life with you. Want to have kids and gets older with you. I want to share my joy and sorrow with you. I just want you." he was pouring his desires in front of her .

She moistened her lips and looked up, with a smile on her face, trying to hide the sadness. "I want a man who has a heart in his chest, the heart that sole purpose is not just to pump blood but also has sympathy and kindness for others, care, and love for me" She paused and pursed her lips. I asked myself the same question but I know my heart's only function is to pump the blood, nothing else. "I want him to be rich" a smile made its way to my lips, I am rich "by heart" The smile that made its way to my lips disappeared, as soon as it appeared.

K holds her head, “Oh girl, you really are in trouble! The curse of the soul ties probably befalls on you, that’s why you can’t get over him!” Art enters the conversation again, “So what? There’s a term bisexual, in case you forgot, ladies. Interested in both men and women,” Art insists on his idiotic speculations. But my heart and mind just can’t take it. “I know for sure, my body knows that Dmitri is damn straight!” “No!” I scream, “He can’t be! One heartbreak is my quota for the day. I can’t have anyone breaking my heart again!” I proclaim.

She could taste their shared breath, feeling the thud of their combined heartbeat. Her lips were soft, almost silken, and pillowy against his own. He could feel the soft tickle of her breath beneath his nose, fingers carding through her hair as they breathed each other in. Bianca passionately bit his lower lips, his lips were so warm and fluffy that she wouldn't wish to let go. Their minds became blank as they were fulfilling their heart's desires.

"I hope Serena stays forever." Kael stopped walking. Just for a second. The words weren't unusual. Children became attached. Especially Lia. But something about hearing them now made his chest tighten unexpectedly. Because for the first time, he realized he wanted the same thing. And that was exactly what frightened him. More than any business deal. More than any rival. More than any risk he'd ever taken. Because wanting Serena to stay was one thing. Needing her to stay was another. And somewhere along the way, he

I reached up pressing my fingers against his lips hushing him as I could feel him shiver under my touch while I leaned forward brushing my breasts against his chest. “Jim isn't here,” I murmured. “And Jim doesn't deserve you. He doesn't deserve me. I'm so tired of playing the ‘perfect wife,’ Blake. I want to be something else. I want to be ruined.” Blake looked at me in shock which I could seen him fighting between his loyalty for Jim and his hunger for me for so many years as I could feel him breaking at my hard nipples and the way my hips curved. Suddenly the power flipped as Blake gripped my throat— not enough to choke me but to pin me firmly against the wall.

My heart aches every time I think of how he must be relaxed in another woman’s arms aside from mine. Many times I go out just in case I might find someone else who might distract me from the thought of Dame. But everywhere I go there are eyes everywhere. To make matters worse, my treacherous heart always thinks about Dame. Dreaming endlessly about how he might sweep me off my feet someday. I hate him and desire him at the same time. I wish I could bash his head in that would have him bedridden for weeks, I won’t mind nurturing him all by myself. As long as he is near me.