My One Desire Novels & Stories

he look at his friend who looks back to him, he sighed. "Well, you should understand me. You know, maybe it's normal because I love you." "Oh please, you are so full of yourself and you know it. You have nothing to worry about, trust me. And I hope the next time I come back here your feelings for me is already gone." "Why? Until when you'll going to stay on the Moon Desire Kingdom? I'm afraid that I'm going to die because of longing for you." Cassandra rolled her eyes before stopping in front of Desa and Rosco.

I pumped and pumped, and I shut into her after she had come several times. Panting on the ground, I had to ask her, "Why didn't what my father say bother you?" Desiree rolled to her side, looked at me, and smiled. "Your father has no clue we are mates, and we love each other. He has no clue we have accepted the moon goddess's gift, and he has no clue we intend on leaving him to rule his country and setting off to start a new pack. I know you love me, and you will never look at another woman. I know you aren't a weak Alpha and won't take orders from anyone, and I know that I can trust you." she said, and I was shocked at her mentality. I couldn't believe she was the same girl I had rescued fr

The subway ride home is a haze, I felt like I was looking through the world from a stained mirror made worse by the weight of Noah Thorne’s contract pressing around me. My bag digs into my shoulder, that cursed envelope inside like a ticking bomb. His voice, low, cold, commanding, played in my head repeatedly: One year, Scarlett. Five million buys freedom. Freedom for who? My parents, maybe, but not me. At 26, I thought I’d be chasing my interior design dreams, design for the rich and big city people, not bartering my life to a billionaire stranger. Leaving all my dreams and plans behind, worse it's just for a year. I wouldn't want to be branded names by the social media because I knew how p

"Look at me." His soft voice made me meet his eyes, "You think you're the only one?" he asked, his eyes filled with understanding and tenderness. "You think you're the only one consumed by these desires? Anisha, my love, you have no idea how deeply we long for you, how your presence alone sets our blood on fire. Your scent, your touch, everything about you drives us wild with desire. We couldn't get you out of our system. What Kallum feel I feel. What you feel I feel. We're one."

he whispered, his breath warm against my ear. I gulped and leaned into him, feeling the safety of his presence. I closed my eyes briefly, gathering my courage before opening them to meet his gaze in the mirror. The reflection revealed a new sense of burning desire, an overwhelming need to scratch the lust I felt for him. “I want you to put it in me,” I whispered, my voice trembling with a mixture of anticipation and vulnerability, still surprised that my hidden desires were being discovered by the man I was so madly in love with.

When I get home I get through my night just as I predicted, bath, dinner: bed then Netflix. Half way through an episode of The prodigal son, I find my self bored out of my mind. I just can’t seem to get my mind to settle. “I need sex” I say to the empty room and naturally my hand snakes down to my pussy over my pyjamas . And my she’s so hot, I can feel my pussy’s heat through my pyjama pants.

“That’s the one thing I can’t seem to write.” “Why not?” he asked. “Because I don’t know how to describe it without sounding fake.” He studied me for a moment. “Maybe that’s because you think desire is only about the physical. But it isn’t.” I met his gaze, waiting. He continued, “Desire can be wanting to understand someone completely. It can be curiosity, admiration, or even silence between two people who can’t stop thinking about each other. It’s not always about touch.” His voice was low, steady, almost thoughtful enough to make the room feel smaller.

“She’s very good.” Desiree doesn’t wait for me to make a choice, or scream or even cry. She just gives me one long, searching look that feels like a goodbye, turns on her heel, and walks out into the hallway, leaving me standing there with the woman who is determined to ruin my love life. She doesn’t scream, and she doesn't cry. She just gives me one long, searching look that feels like a goodbye, turns on her heel, and walks out into the dark hallway, leaving me standing there with the woman who is determined to ruin everything we’ve built.

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.

It was supposed to rile me up, fuel me to claim her and make her say the golden word, but it only made me curious to know her. And you see that curiosity? To me, it’s dangerous. Why do I want to know the little dove? Why do I play images of that night on a constant loop in my head? Why does my cock harden at the thought of her voice? It’s why I didn’t fucking bother to find her. But now, she’s standing in front of me like a prize. Her teary blue eyes are blown wide, her breath bursting in and out as she stares at me. “Mr….Mr…”