My One Desire Novels & Stories

(Her POV; His POV threaded through the final movement) Desire doesn’t arrive fully formed. It tests the ground first. After the fracture, after the quiet, it comes in fragments—sensations more than sentences. A pull toward light in the afternoon. An impatience with conversations that orbit usefulness. A sudden irritation when I hear myself explaining choices that don’t need explaining. These are not cravings. They’re refusals. Refusals to keep translating myself into palatable reasons.

The one who could crown me… or destroy me. I smiled, slow and sharp. My teeth ached for her. --- A shift in the soil. A crack in the silence. A voice—thin, human, desperate—filtered through the roots. > “I want him. All of him.” Ah. The little wolf. Her desire was a filthy, glittering thing. I could drink it for decades and never run dry. She thought she’d found me. But I had found her first. Desire like hers was the perfect shovel to dig me out.

The black shiny cloudy hair of yours, Please honor me by showering them with rain. The deep ocean pearl eyes of yours, Can't wait, please let me dive into them. You are my destination, You are the one. I am here Moonlight; to you, for you, with you, There is no other place on the planet, I want to go or I would choose to go. You are my destination, You are the one. Yes, baby, You are the ONE; the only ONE..... ______________________________________

Turning off my emotions was not as easy as I expected it to be, because there was only one thought going through my mind. Was someone like me allowed to desire someone like Elena?

“Sure you do. And you know why? Because humans live in a material world. They desire material things, no matter how pure their hearts. And no mortal can withstand temptation.” I snatched my hand back. “Fine then. You know what I want? My deepest desire?” He leaned in closer, grinning maliciously. “What wicked desire, my dear? Just say the word and it's yours.” “I...” I whispered dramatically. “Yes?” “Never want to see you again.”

Have you ever sunk deep into the depth of desire as your heart wished for you to drown while your mind told you to fight against the waves? When I look at Deimos I am always caught by desire's net. Desire to touch. A desire for a taste. Desire to possess. With each passing day, it overtakes me inch by inch sinking its fangs deep within me sucking my will to fight.

It was actually a unicorn with a rainbow ribbon draped around him and a message written on it, 'I am a winner'. Indeed he was a winner. Noah was a winner. And everyone out there who stood their fears and faced them courageously, and came out strong in front of the world are all winners. We must unleash our desires with passion. We don't have to change ourselves for anyone.We are who we are born. We are who we want to be. We are the writers of our own destinies.And we shall write it without giving up. THE END.

My desire is something I couldn’t comprehend, but one thing is for sure, if there is something that I want is that I get to spend a lifetime with him until death. To be continued…

All the things that happened in his life when can never hide pain that he have felt all over these years. For once in his life, he tried to do something that is really a thing that he wanted to do. For once in his life, he acted as someone who would be eager to make something on his mind. For once in his life, he became someone who had a desire. A kind of desire that is not for love. A kind of desire that is not for material object. A desire not for a kind of position. A kind of desire that is not for power. These are also not something for money. All of these are not for fame but desire for someone to know his presence. A type of desire, for someone to acknowledge his worth. A kind of des

“Huh-uh. You have to say it, Dani.” My face flamed. “Touch me.” He touched my thigh. “Here?” “No,” I rasped. He moved his hand to my hip. “Here?” I shook my head. “Where, baby?” “There.” He chuckled. “Not good enough. Tell me what you want me to do to you.” “I want… um… your mouth.” “You want my mouth?” I nodded and squeezed my eyes shut. “Eyes, Dani.” I looked at him again and my heart raced.