Passion The Series Novels & Stories

The pleading note in my voice was strange, even to my ears, and I was beginning to suspect there was more to this BDSM stuff than met the eye. My body currently felt like it was being force-fed oysters, while someone super-charged all the little androgens and estrogens that were floating around, forcing them to watch TV shows containing Damon Salvatore or Charlie Hunnam over and over again. Suffice to say, I was uncomfortably aroused and actively seeking my own destruction, by the looks of it. “No. You can be a good girl, sit quietly, and we’ll talk about the weather or something.” His tone of voice indicated that was the end of the matter, but I wasn’t about to back down.

My mother committed suicide because. I clench my fists again as I think of all the things I missed out on because I was too busy with training or going to some party with the guys . There is a link to an online drive with the username and password on the letter, I grab my laptop and log in. The contents of what he has saved here causes such a fierce hatred to well up inside me that it takes over my whole being.

A good 30 people cried and told stories of how wonderful she was. When it was my turn, my hands shook as I stood in front of everyone. It felt as if my story was the most important, I am the reason she is gone. I haven't been able to sleep or think clearly. This was my life now, it was a living hell. "Maddie was beautiful. She was so beautiful that she captured my heart from the moment I laid eyes on her. The ring on her finger meant a lot to me, she was the first woman I've ever loved. I loved her more than life itself. The day she passed, I thought to myself how I would even live without her here. But then I remembered that she left me with a beautiful daughter. My daughter's personality a

I asked, my eyes were blazing in anger and we're ready to burn whoever stood in my way. “Can you hold on a minute! It's not what you think! What's with you?” Sarah charged back at me the moment she got her strength back. “What do you mean it's not what I think? I come in here to find my fiance shirtless and you on him. Are you that cheap? Is that how desperate you are for him to love you? Face it Sarah! You are not loveable because you know what? Every single person you've ever loved left you at the end!”

“I just need you to understand that you can’t escape.” His touch was like fire on her skin, a spark that ignited a thousand emotions inside her. She wanted to pull away, wanted to break free, but his grip on her was unyielding. She felt trapped, her every movement restrained by the invisible force he wielded over her. His power wasn’t just physical; it was in every glance, every word, every touch.

"Make me forget the white room. Make me forget my own name." As the heat of their collision ebbed, the older man's voice returned, calm and chilling. "Passion is a useful lubricant for the gears, isn't it? That’s what I told Isabella, right before the Fire Protocol. I told her that our love was so vast it needed to be purified by heat." Dante pulled away from Ivy, his eyes fixed on the screen once more. He looked broken, the armor of the Master shattered by the realization that his every "unique" urge had a precursor.

My head nuzzled her neck, taking in her scent, needing to feel the intimacy between our bodies and for her to calm down. My lips came to her ear and my hot breath swept across her skin, making her back arch then her body relax into my chest. A smile crept on my face, loving the way she reacted to my touch. I never felt so connected to anyone before. "Fire comes from letting your passions run free. Anger can fuel fire magic, but when it is used to create it, the flames will burn uncontrollably or just die out as quickly as they came." My hand that laid on her stomach began teasing her as my thumb drew small circles. "Let go of the anger and feel the passion inside you. The passion to save you

The woman behind her steps forward and lays down a test tube rack with 6 test tubes with different colors of liquids- Clear White; and metallic Purple, Blue, Green, Yellow, and Pink- on the top of the coffee table. “Drinking this will be your ticket to the dream realm.” She assures me. “Uhm. Actually, this is my first time doing this,” I start. “Oh,” She gets taken aback. “Can you tell me how it works?” She smiles at me. “Sure. The Passion House is a hotel that offers a variety of services to its clients and that includes this seemingly impossible soiree that our management has come up with. For the last 60 years, the hotel has provided un-equaled conditions for our patrons. Hence, by 1984,

Echoing back and forth from Elice's and Garrett's lips. Alternating. Interrupting each other. Joining in a melodious chant. The passion grew fiercer. The tumult roared louder. And everything around them seemed senseless. There was only the thirst that demanded satisfaction. So Garrett quickened the pace of their lovemaking. Garrett pushed. He pushed. Then thrust. Hard. And deeper. Until there was nothing left. Except the increasingly unbridled feeling. So, in a moment when all the passion merged into sparks of love, Garrett could only surrender to the surge of passion. It took control and allowed Garrett to act beyond his reason.

It was as if his passion had completely died out for the wife he once adored and loved so much. Daniel had absolutely no desire for Helen, but he let his wife play with his already fully tense perfect. While Helen was still busy with her hot activities, her bottom was getting wet and twitching begging to be satisfied. But Daniel seemed passive, as if not interested in him. Because of the lust that was already blazing now Helen was actually toying with her own with one hand, while her mouth was still busy giving pleasure to Daniel's perfectly tense missile, making Helen's body even hotter because it was burned by the passion that flaming.