My One Desire Novels & Stories

I stay silent trying to understand the constant shift of my emotions. “I don’t understand my feelings for you but I do know there is no one I want other than you. That woman meant nothing to me Jamie, but… but you mean something… please.” He steps closer to me, moving his hands dramatically, desperation is in his tone. I want to scream at all the different thoughts pulling me toward a different answer! I never understood all those heartfelt movies that talk about listening to your heart but now I do. Sometimes there’s too many answers, and too many wrong answers. And sometimes there are too many questions, and no answers at all, and they are all overcrowding your thoughts in all different vo

No second times, and definitely no strings attached. They always want more. Always think they're different. As if I haven't seen their type a thousand times before—wide eyes, trembling lips, hope curled around their fingertips like a goddamn prayer. As if spreading your legs a night before Church gathering would give them a place in heaven or whatever place these goddamn people have made up. Begging on knees. Praying. But prayers don't work on men like me. I take. I ruin. I walk away. Because desire is a dangerous thing.

“Because I didn’t think you were joking when you said you liked me.” Ethan looked down at the table, trying to steady his hands. The memory of the backyard, the confession, the first real moment they’d shared—it all made his chest tighten. “Still a dare?” Noah teased lightly. “Or was that just the first step toward admitting you’ve wanted this too?” Ethan’s throat went dry. “I’ve wanted it,” he whispered. “For a long time.” Noah’s grin widened, dangerous and warm at the same time. “Finally,” he said. “Finally, you admit it.”

"I'm not... I'm not ready!" "You've been ready since the moment you looked at me three months ago," he countered, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous rasp. "I can smell you through the wood, little one. I can smell how much you want me to break this door down." I shook my head, my hair tangling around my face, but my body was betraying me. I wanted him to break it. I wanted him to tear the cabin apart just to get to me. CRACK.

I asked, glancing back and aching an eyebrow at him. "She is the only one that turns your mood sour." He shrugged. "I hate that you are right." I huffed and turned back to the book. I grabbed the one I wanted to read and walked back to my bed. "What does she want this time?" He asked. "What else, she wants money. That's all she ever wants." I hissed. "I don't know where she expects me to get that huge amount of money from within a short period of time." "I can't even remember the last time I saw six hundred dollars that were actually mine." I finished.

It was the absence of something else. Someone else. The realization lands quietly—but decisively. Desire, I’m learning, isn’t about availability or attention. It’s about being seen in the exact way that unsettles you. And once you’ve tasted that— Everything else feels like a distraction you no longer need.

Damon says, looking at me with suspicion in his eyes. "I don't know. The smell of alcohol is making me nauseous. I don't know why. If you think I am trying to get pregnant to catch you, you are making a mistake. If I got pregnant by mistake, it will be my baby and mine alone. I will never try to catch you. Not everybody wants to catch you. Not everybody thinks that you are God's gift to women. Not everybody wants your money. I am one of those who just enjoy being with you and having great sex," I say.

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.

Sparks of electricity danced along our skin, a connection that transcended the physical realm. In that instant, time stood still. We stood there, two souls finally united, our bodies aching to merge as one. The itch that had consumed me disappearing, replaced by a profound sense of completion, of finding the missing piece of my soul. I pulled her closer, my heartbeat thundering in my ears as I pressed my forehead against hers. Our breaths mingled, a symphony of desire and longing. This was the moment I had been waiting for, the culmination of a lifetime of searching.

I sighed, feeling a mixture of frustration and desire. I changed into my underwear and crawled onto my bed, trying to escape the vivid images playing in my mind. Her naked form, an enticing memory, etched into my thoughts. “Why did I find her so hot and attractive?" I muttered to myself as if saying the question would provide some answers. Restlessly, I rolled and turned, attempting to find peace in the embrace of sleep. Yet, every time I closed my eyes, her image would pop into my mind. Sleep eluded me, pushing me to abandon the comfort of my bed and seek refuge downstairs.