My Heart's Desire Novels & Stories

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.”

Alexa clenched her fists in determination, as she went into the lion's den. "Truly a happy family." Alexa sneered as she saw the peaceful family surrounding Susan as if she was some fragile object. "Alexa you are here, I am still angry with you so I will get straight to the point, your sister is currently ill and she is in need of a heart...your heart, so you are going to….” “ .....give her my heart,” Alexa coldly interrupted Hank. "Are you actually my Dad or was I picked up from the gutters?" Alexa asked as she clenched her fists in pain. She thought she was strong enough but Hank still pierced her heart with his ruthlessness.

My heart was trying to escape me. It was the way he was looking at me, as if the world could end and he wouldn't know. No one has ever looked at me that way. I swallowed. I tried not to think about what line he was creating above my heart. He was going somewhere but he sure was taking his sweet time to reach his target. But his target was ready, it tingled with stirred anticipation. I put my chest up and every part of me awaken and awaiting. I wanted to be desired. I crave it. My limes craved it, it stood perky and as solid as carpenter nails.

His heartbeat under my palm pulsed steadily, almost hypnotic. “I can hear your heart,” I whispered, unable to suppress the slight smile tugging at my lips. His mouth tilted, gaze darkening. “Yeah? And what exactly is my heart telling you?” I drew in a long breath, letting my eyes roam over him, his eyes, his mouth, the familiar shadow of desire flickering there, before meeting his gaze again with a teasing glint I hadn’t felt in days. “Your heart says…” I paused, letting silence stretch and thicken with tension, “…that it wants sex.”

I want you I want your love Not just once But again and again He pulled her closer more and more saying her to hear what his heart is saying, Desire of his heart. She shivers with the intensity of his pain, which is becoming visible to her today, which he was hiding from long time. I will give away My every breath to you I shall color your forehead Using the blood of my heart

For some reason his gaze did not bother me. I looked at the gorgeous fountain once more. It was enticing to say the least, but now I knew how dangerous it was. It had to be one of her games. I saw her the slight twitch near her eye when I did not reach for the fountain again. She probably thought that it would be extremely simple to get my to share my deepest desire, which I was not even sure of what it was, so that she could use it against me in her damn dreamscape. Well, I was not as easily gotten rid of. “Sometimes desires can confuse both the head and the heart. Just because we desire something does not mean it is something we need nor is something we need necessarily something we desire

I interrupted again, “What kind of condition?” Aldus replied while mixing the colourful liquids in that small glass in his hand, “Moon Goddess gave her a very difficult condition. She said that she would bless her with the Scent of Desire, a scent which could attract any male Lycan, making them insane in heat but she needed to make him fall for her before mating with him. If lust wins over love, she would lose him forever.” Eden grumbled, “What kind of nonsensical demand is this! First, she blessed her with a lust provoking scent and then, she asked her not to mate with her beloved. What kind of stupid condition is that?”

"Tyler." As she says my name, I feel a sharp bolt shoot straight through my heart, knowing that she will give me everything that I desire. My mind says no, but my body says yes; how can one have what you desire within arm's reach but not want it at the same time. Then all reasoning steps out the door.

I don’t want to think about anything but work. I get through my day ignoring the ache I feel in my heart. I want to call Gabriel so bad, I want to hear his voice. I want to see his face but I can’t. I sit at my desk trying not to remember our night together, the way he touched me, kissed me, and the way he felt inside of me. No man has ever made me feel like that. It’s like he touched the deepest part of me and I can’t undo the mark he left on me. If I sit still long enough I can smell him, I still remember the feel of his skin on mine. My heart aches for him, so I ignore it or should I say I try.

Could he trust her with his heart? XXX