My Heart's Desire の小説・ストーリー

I whispered, my own voice filled with longing. “Why?” he asked, seeing me rub my hand over my chest, a small smile playing on my lips. “Because your seeds of desire are like a drug to me, intoxicating and addictive,” I confessed, unable to resist the temptation any longer. Henry’s eyes darkened with desire as he pulled me closer, eager to explore the depths of our shared passion.

He nodded and looked at me, "But it's our heart that should choose, not just the mind or eyes. I don't feel any love for that woman so it's useless to accept her in my life. I prefer what my heart really says." My lips form an O and I just concluded the situation. It doesn't seem to be any different from what is called mate. But I asked, "So what is your heart saying?" I rolled my eyes at this question. He looked at me and squinted his eyes. He said, "Before there was none but now, I think there is." My eyes flickered on his face asking, "There is?" "My heart says, Dessy! Desire! Siree!" My grip on the disposable spoon tightened until it cracked in my hand.

he looked at Lexin. "I remembered what the doctor said that the person with heart disease might be on whose side what if---- "That's in your race" xiana was stunned by Lexin's words. "What do you mean?" he took a deep breath and sat next to her. "Actually they followed you here and looked for you because of your mommy" xiana frowned "What are you talking about Lexin?" he smiled at her. "Your mommy has a heart defect xiana, mommy's heart has a hole but it was fixed but she always needs to be careful" xiana bit her lip.

Rich. "Of course, he fits your type," I teased, a playful grin forming on my face. "Handsome, enigmatic, and oh-so-difficult to please. It's like he stepped right out of your romantic daydreams. I can't deny he has the looks," I said, grinning. "But boy, does he know how to push us to our limits. It's like he enjoys watching us squirm."

My tears fell. He became serious as he gently wiped my tears. " Milda... You didn't get it still, aren't you? No sane person will do bad things just to have what he desire. I just want to be loved, baby. I just want you to accept me, love me, treasure me as much as I treasure you. Desire me too..." I don't know why but my heart felt like it's shuttering into tiny pieces when I saw how his lone tear fell from his left eye.

He couldn't accept my rejection, couldn't comprehend the depth of my disappointment. "Whether right or wrong, I don't care anymore, what matters now is you, us," he said, his voice a low rumble, his words a desperate plea for connection. I stood there, caught between the intensity of his desire and the clarity of my own heart. The night was filled with unspoken words, with the echoes of a love that was both beautiful and dangerous.

He suppressed the longing in his heart and stared at his living, breathing mother, as if in a dream. Amanda looked at him with a slight smile, feeling good. People are like this; everyone has that heart. Once they have something, they don’t want to lose it. Once they lose it, they want it back. Life is lived in this back-and-forth, not knowing what they truly want. But if you stay calm and open your heart, you will suddenly realize what you truly desire. The human heart is so complicated. In just a few minutes, all kinds of thoughts rush through from every direction.

I placed my ear on the door to listen in on their conversation. I know it's wrong, but I just have to. "Ohh come on Tobias, you know I love you." I heard from behind the door and my heart shattered.

The heart jerked slightly before beating back to life. Do you wish to save her? "Yes." he responded again, his eyes mesmerized by the beating heart. The Hell fire warmth from earlier encased his body, heating him up to the point where he could barely breathe. Take this gift, my sweet Roy. My power that will grant you your deepest desires.

—And that girl corresponds to you? —I know she has feelings for me, but they already told her at school that I have a reputation as a womanizer and that I am most likely a womanizer and that most likely it's just a whim for me. —If you are so in love, show her that you are not like they say and that you can be the boy she deserves. My mother's words were all I needed, they were my motivation. —I will fight for Eva mom, I promise. — Let's see and tell me more or less, what does she look like?