Passionate Words Novels & Stories

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.

She couldn’t think of something else. “Are you a fire fighter or a fire extinguisher?” Trenton asked. “I just want to help, she was crying and….and….and I didn’t want to wake you up, so the fire wouldn’t…..wouldn’t hurt you again.” She stammered as she explained. “Do you realize you’re stammering?” Trenton said. Angela gulped anxiously. “It’s…it’s just that I’m scared for my friend.” She said. Technically, it was the truth. She was just stammering out of fear. All her hard-work can’t go down the drain.

“They are social constructs built on power, wealth, and control. Anyone reading Pride and Prejudice as a love story is delusional.” I rolled my eyes so hard it hurt. Of course he’d say that. While I was dripping over filthy words and raw, animalistic fucking, Professor Kane was busy murdering romance with his grading rubrics. “Passion is irrelevant. Control is everything. Darcy hates how much he wants her. Next time, read the subtext instead of fantasizing about butterflies.” He tore into a girl in the front row who dared mention passion in the literature. The girl shrank in her seat.

The profile opened up, and right there at the top, the person had written something that grabbed me by the throat. “I’ll fuck you with my words just as passionately as I would with my body. I won’t just touch you but I’ll take over your mind, slowly, until all you can feel is me. My words will wrap around you, pulling you closer, making you crave every second of my control. I’ll make you feel things you didn’t even know you were capable of, just from the way I look at you… and speak to you.”

Aiden took a deep breath and watched as his mother shifted in her seat. The warm glow of the candlelight bathed the room in a surreal light. "It's tough to say. Maybe, the... I don't know how to word it... The passion, maybe?" "Passion? Really?" "Yeah, like you know, how sometimes you can get really in sync with someone and everything becomes so... raw, emotional, you know, all of it." "Interesting. That wasn't the response I was expecting."

I cleared my throat. “I already know what he feels. I’m going to go get ready now before I am late for our first date.” Ignoring their teasing laughter floating in the air, I hurried into my bedroom and grabbed my phone. The first sentence that came up is passion, erotic and desires. Meaning Asher sending me fire lilies as a romantic gesture symbolises his erotic passion and desires for me. There are other bunch of craps like hope, resilience, fieriness… but who cares about that when passions and desires are on the lists?

Sunlight streamed through the window onto the back of my hand, feeling warm and pleasant. I looked up, met Alice's sincere gaze, and slowly said, "Officer, your wish will come true. From now on, we will both be safe and sound and live long lives." As soon as I said that, a gentle spring breeze blew outside the window. Magnolia petals drifted down from the trees, scattering fragrant beauty all over the ground. I knew I never had to stay silent anymore.

"Her voice was calm, but what they passed across were embers of burning coals. She was really angry now. Dorcas crossed her arms, fighting the urge to stay calm. Perhaps, they will just sort everything out at that moment. "I am sorry," she apologized, but not that she meant it. She was only going to give her a little more time, maybe she would say what she wanted to her. Then, that would be her turn to flare up. She could never be at fault,Lillian should.

She tastes like passion, like pure, unrestrained passion, and I want more. Then we begin to close the gap even more than before. What begins as a small peck becomes more passionate. The rest of the world spins so fast it becomes non-existent. I lean even further into her, and my body melts into hers. It is as if I can feel a fire blazing within me, out of control. We are completely and utterly in sync at this very moment.

Mad I can't help but let out soft moans when his tongue delved deeper into my wetness. I can't even keep my head still because of the intense sensation I feel. He held both my thighs hard and wide apart as he continued sucking me down there. I whimpered in pleasure when his movements went faster, not letting me hold on to the thin line of sanity left in me. I can hardly recognize my own voice in the dizzying feeling he gives me. He looked up to me with longing and desire, lust and passion altogether written on his face. I'm quite sure my expressions reflected his.