My Heart's Desire Novels & Stories

He took a shaky breath and my heart raced. He slowly got down on one knee and the music stopped. Everyone watched, some even had their phones out. "Marie Samantha Fortalejo... will you make me the happiest man on earth by marrying me?" he asked me, his eyes glistening as he stared up at me. My mouth gaped open as some people chanted say yes. I scanned the crowd seeing Linda, her eyes widened and her mouth hang opened. I looked down at Storm, his eyes was hopeful and I knew what I did next would shatter his heart. So I left. And I never looked back...

A few of the employees has began coming to the office with all oblivious of the people in the opened door. Sofia and the unknown guy woke up with a strong urge. The urge that made them crave each other. They both desired to have each other. It felt like their mind was replaced with something else, which can be desire. Nothing else around them matters. They did not take a look at their surrounding and even if they do, their mind was clouded to think of doing anything about it. The strong tearing of dresses forcefully filled the room as Sofia clutched to her stomach. Nothing! Her head is blank, the only thing she can think of now is to quench her taste for sèx .

As I was enduring this dizziness inside my head, I suddenly felt shock when a warm hand touched my forehead. "Go away!" reflexes from my dream made me yell, as my head continue to endure this dizziness that made my head feels like turning. "It's me." My heart started to pump faster and louder. This feeling... Matthew? I looked to my left--- "AAAAAHHHHH!!!" "The h*ll, lower your voice down. I'm gonna be deaf," he said as he cover his ears with his own two hands. I thought it was Matthew. Matthew was always the reason why my heart pumps harder and louder out of love. I was shocked as hell when I saw Klyde Morrison sitting beside me.

Desire knew her master was right so she did as she was told, she started removing her dress and when she realized he wasn’t leaving, she turned and begged with her eyes. Their eyes met and Sylvester got the message, he left her in the bathroom and went into the room. Once he got there, he placed his hand on his rapidly beating heart, surprised that his heart could still beat that fast and it was as a result of the effect that Desire had on him.

He sat beside her, taking in all her beauty, she looked so serene as she lay there, like she had no trouble. " I love you more my Joy, and I always will", he whispered as he gave her a light tender kiss on her forehead.. He for a while couldn't believe all that happened to her, he felt so sad, how has she managed to live with all this?. If only he had met her earlier, perhaps things might have been different he thought. The more he looked at her,the more She looked pretty , he thought as his heart continued to beat faster, he left her room before he had a heart attack from this wildly beating heart.

"But I cried anyway. When they transplanted Nathan's heart, I locked myself in the men's room the whole time, smoking and unable to stop my tears. Even Sue never managed to find me. "Also, the title of Mrs. Frost wasn't meant to be compensation… Because for me, you're the only one who can be my wife. "I now see Sue for what she truly is, but it's too little, too late. "I've fallen in love with you before I knew it, Wanda, even if telling you now is pointless." As he finished, I remembered that meteor shower that he had spent millions making for me. I crossed my fingers, making a wish as the shooting star left a fiery trail to the night sky.

She’s self centered like that. I notice that it takes mystery woman a moment before she says, “I can’t say that I’m sure. Can you tell?” I study the piece for a few moments again and say the first thing that comes out of my mouth “Longing. There’s a peacefulness that transcends the piece.”

It was full of everything neither of us was saying, every implication left hovering in the gallery air between the seascape and the tall windows and the golden columns of afternoon light. My heart was slamming against my ribs with a force I was certain was visible through the silk of my dress. I was warm in a way that had nothing to do with the room. There was a low, persistent pull somewhere deep in my core that I recognized dimly, distantly, as something I had not felt in so long it had almost ceased to seem like something I was capable of. Desire. Clean and uncomplicated and entirely, dangerously real. Not performed. Not managed. Not the cold physics of a body going through required motio

She barely chewed before swallowing, desperate, mindless. Winter’s frown deepened, carving harsh lines across his scarred features. He had wanted to be the one to break her. He had savored the thought and imagined it all in detail—the slow, deliberate unraveling of that silver-haired defiance, the bending of her will until she knelt willingly and irrevocably at his feet. He had wanted the fire in her eyes to dim only under his hand, his command, his desire. He had wanted the pleasure of being the one to extinguish that spark, to reshape it into something that belonged only to him.

I watched her longer than I should have. I found myself wishing something impossible. I wished I loved her. Not platonically. Not safely. I wished my heart would choose her, someone steady, gentle, dependable. Someone who wouldn’t disappear for eight months and reappear like a storm. “What?” she asked, catching me staring. She wiped her face self-consciously, thinking maybe she had something on her cheek. I laughed softly and stepped closer, kissing her cheek quickly. “Why can’t it just be this easy?” Sophia’s smile held something understanding, something sad. “Because the heart wants what it wants. As sad as that is, this would have definately been easy.”