Pure Desire Books Novels & Stories

Hi!!! Just wanted to pop in and say thank you for taking the time to read my work. This is the final book in my Unspoken Trilogy. Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!! Book 1 - Unspoken Promises Book 2 - Unspoken Truths Book 3 - Unspoken Desires If you’re starting this novel without reading the previous books - you may get a little lost with all the characters and the fast paced events. ——————————- Chapter 1

“Perhaps for some people. Perhaps for Loren, who still believes duty and happiness can coexist if one is resigned enough.” “But not for you?” Willa asked. “Absolutely not for me.” Mariselle’s smile flashed bright and unapologetic. “I want mad, consuming, inconvenient love. I want someone who looks at me the way a drowning man looks at air." “That's a dangerous thing to want,” Willa said quietly. Mariselle’s gaze drifted toward her sister and the Prince, now seated together upon the stone bench beside the pond. She watched them with curiosity, as though half expecting a kiss or declaration. Neither came.

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"But I prefer a space that feels inspiring, not intimidating." "It definitely is inspiring," I agreed, stepping further into the room. My fingers trailed across the spines of the books, drawn to a worn copy of "Pride and Prejudice." "You have quite the collection," I remarked. "Guilty as charged," James admitted with a smile. "I'm a bit of a bibliophile, I'm afraid." We spent the next few minutes discussing our favorite books, a delightful conversation that flowed effortlessly. James pointed out a first edition copy of Sherlock Holmes tucked away in a corner, his eyes lighting up with enthusiasm as he shared the story of how he'd acquired it at a flea market.

Beth’s eyes widen and even I’m interested. “Not the fairytale one,” Kathleen rolls her eyes. “The actual ones. If you guys would visit the library once in a while, you’d also know. In the whole world, there are only a handful of genies in existence. They’re extremely intelligent and have this ability to cast very realistic illusions. There have only been two genies to ever study in this place. Rachel might be the third.” “Wait,” I frown. “But you said you didn’t see-“

Off-limits. And now, he can’t stop thinking about corrupting her. One session becomes two. And when she confesses she’s never even been kissed properly, Silas knows he’s going to be her first—in every possible way. But can a man like him handle a girl like her… or is he about to ruin the only pure thing he’s ever touched? Chapter One The Dare I stood on the edge of the sidewalk, staring up at the glowing red sign like it might bite me. REIGN INK.

Nobody asked because they normally do this when some customers request privacy. Inwardly scolding herself, Eliza felt hypocritical. Who is she kidding, she likes Matan’s kisses. They make her feel special unlike her previous blackguard of a boyfriend. Matan’s kisses make her long for something more. Miron doesn’t even know how to kiss. His kisses felt sloppy and icky and they didn’t make Eliza long for more. Remembering this, Eliza was afraid that if she let the kisses continue to something more, what might Matan think of her then? He might think her a loose woman and might break their engagement. She couldn’t let that happen. She must remain as chaste as possible if she could still be calle

It was as though my wolf wasn’t satisfied with just running anymore. I needed something more. I needed to burn off the rest of the steam building inside me. Without thinking, I grabbed my phone and called for Daisy. ☆☆☆☆☆ Daisy's POV:: The moment I stepped into his room, the atmosphere lifted. Aiden stood by the window, the soft glow of the moon casting a silver sheen on his bare chest. His muscles rippled under his skin, a raw power I couldn’t ignore. His eyes met mine, dark and intense, and I could feel his gaze, like it was stripping me down to something raw and vulnerable.

The paper fell away, revealing an old leather-bound volume, its cover embossed with faded gold lettering in a language that looked like a mix of Latin and something far older. “Tah — Rituals of the Eternal Flame and Flesh.” A sex god. Not just any fertility deity — a lost god of desire, ecstasy, and carnal dominion. The dealer’s notes had been vague, but the title alone sent heat rushing through me. I opened the book carefully. The pages were thick vellum, illuminated with intricate drawings of a towering male figure with glowing eyes, surrounded by writhing bodies in states of rapturous abandon. As I turned the first page, a faint warmth spread through the room. The watching feeling returne

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