My Heart's Desire Novels & Stories

Even though only a few of the bulbs provided a light theme, it was better than the dull burning fuel lamps I saw here ten years ago. My adrenaline pumped faster and my pulse increased. I could feel the rushing circulation in my veins and the loud throbbing of my heart. I was indeed happy but anxiety was taking the best part of me. Prince Lorenzo might end up proposing to me after today's special date.It was a good thing actually, I thought, covering my mouth with my hand before I let out a shy smile trying not to do a happy dance.

Iris's POV Sometimes I think why we desire things we know are beyond our grasp. Right now I am here sitting in a posh restaurant with a person to dine with but he is not that on my mind, though he is in my sight. Still, my heart just wants to see and hear only one person, a person my heart had grown to feel something special for. It's not that it doesn't know what it's desiring, doesn't belongs to us. Still, my heart is convinced to stop beating if just your promise that it would be beating last in his presence.

It mattered to her what her friend thought about her. “Are just going to be quiet Grace?” “I don’t know what to say… I’ve never heard of such a situation… and I was kind of sure that Cane loves you as much as you love him. What did he really want?” “He doesn’t love me… he wants me to understand him and agree to play along but that would only make me his mistress” Clare’s face became sunken and tears bubbled up at the edges of her eyes. She looked like she had no more tears in her even though she wanted so badly to cry.

I didn't know how to respond to his question, because my heart and brain were wavering between Arsenio and Jedrick. My brain chose Arsenio, but my heart chose Jedrick. Due to my bad experience with my first love, my brain chose Arsenio, since he was a safe option for me. He was smart, handsome, rich, kind, funny, easy-going and he had everything that a woman desires in a man.

, this is just my own very world, it's the best moment, I want to relieve in it, like I own this little little, small world of mine. He was going to be the centre of my world, and I would not even give a damn about it. I wanted him, the fuck!!!!!, I have only wanted him, all my life, everything I want, he's just so fucking perfect and God knows I would cherish him like my whole life depends on him. I would give him more than just Yes, if there are other words I could add to, 'Yes, I Love You', God knows I would add to it, but now those are the four words that I can only think off.

My heart screamed, my pulse roared, and my mind was spinning in a dizzying mix of desire and fear. “Jade,” he murmured, low, throaty, possessive, “I’ve wanted you from the moment I saw you. I’ve wanted you like this, like you’re about to combust under my touch. And I’m not leaving until you give in… until I know you feel the same fire.” My glasses slid down my nose again, and I pushed them up automatically, though I barely registered it. His hands brushed against mine, lingering, sending shivers up my spine. He was every dangerous fantasy I’d ever imagined. Every late-night craving. Every forbidden thought.

Why did I lose my heart to a man who does not even notice that I am a woman and not just a blow up sex doll? "I told you I would go to the doctor myself today, and I will be able to work. You do not have to worry about not being at work," I snap. Damon frowns. He's not used to me talking to him that way, but fuck he has been using me. Like I have been using him to get Mike and Sienna off my case. But there is a difference. I have fallen in love with him, and now I am sitting with a broken heart because I know that he will never love me the way I love him. Damon Winters is heartless. He will never fall in love. I do not believe that he has any feelings. I feel my stomach turn again.

Alexendra The roar flooding my ears is almost enough to drown out the pounding of my heart as I take my spot on the second podium level. So close, yet so far from that top podium once again. I paste on a thin smile, trying not to let the bitter disappointment show as I wave to the crowd.

In that moment, I hadn’t cared about the war, the rebirths, the pain still written across both our skins. But now… I wasn’t sure what that moment meant. Not to him. And maybe not even to me. It hadn’t been tenderness. Not really. It had been desperation disguised as desire. A last breath before drowning. I ran my fingers through my hair, exhaling shakily. Would he look at me differently now? Would I look at him differently? Because I couldn’t afford to fall for someone who still carried the weight of the Order, the pain of Malagar’s curse, and the ghosts of all the things he hadn’t said.

She snaps her fingers with her still expressionless face, as she calls out and names that holder’s nightmare, yet her somehow very salvation into the loop of the future and the seventh, where everything comes running down into a forbidden chance and emotions, she calls. “You’re her heart, but her demise, you who she should watch carefully, yet underestimated. Her darkest desire that is knocking and getting louder with each passing day and moment is the hunting spree she knows, anticipated, but could never evade. Her heart that she thought that is as strong as her mind will never be. For you are her very nightmare, in the game of love, she calls and will foolishly fall into. Mike Nacre.”