Selfish Desires Novels & Stories

John sits at the edge of the bed, looking out the window. Demon lies beside him, not touching, but close. I hug myself, still naked, as if trying to contain what can’t be explained. I watch them from inside myself, and I don’t know if I want to cry or applaud. We’re not guilty. We’re just hopelessly addicted to the only thing we have left in a world that condemns us: Desire.

“I know you hate cilantro. I know you steal Claire’s hoodies and never return them. I know you cry at commercials with dogs. But I don’t know what you’re actually afraid of. Or what you want that you don’t tell people.” I pulled my legs up onto the couch, angling slightly toward him without meaning to. “That’s a lot for a Tuesday night.” “You don’t have to answer.” “No. It’s fine.” I traced the rim of my mug with one finger. “I’m afraid of ending up somewhere that looks fine from the outside but feels empty.” I glanced at him. “Your turn.” Rhys was quiet for a moment. The television light caught the side of his face. “I’m afraid of wanting something I’m not supposed to want.”

Seeing how unsteady he seemed, I pried his fingers off one by one and spoke seriously, "I can help her take private photos, but if we sleep together, things will become different. You get what I'm saying?" Charles clenched his fists. "Amy already agreed to this, so please! Just this once!" He still looked like he wanted to push further. I let out a deep sigh and made my tone and expression stern. "Once you cross the line, you can never come back. Amy's your fiancée, Charles. Do you want to risk your family over this? "Don't go down the wrong path. If you do, it'll be too late if you regret it!" Seeing that I wouldn’t budge, Charles fell silent. He started drinking on his own, glass after gla

“Tell me more.” I swallowed. My tongue felt thick. “I think… the book is honest about how desire can feel dangerous. Not just to society, but to the self. Once you let it in—once you name it, once you act on it, you can’t pretend it isn’t there anymore which changes the way you see everything else. Even yourself.” He leaned back in his chair, fingers steepled under his chin, studying me with that same focused attention he gives to a difficult passage. “And have you ever let it in?”

I need to find out more about my wolf and my self I want to get more info on my parents too and the one person that can give me that info is rose my moms best friend. But I know jack is going to be soooooo pissed at me when he figures out that I’m not in the room any more. But I can’t worry about that I need info and I can’t wait any more and I’m not going to let jacks fear of losing me get in the way. I know he means well and wants to keep me safe but I am tired of him treating me like I am helpless all because of his fear. I let fear rule my life I can’t let that happen any more.

It was wrong, it was sick, and it was a literal death sentence under this roof. “I hate him,” I whispered fiercely. “He’s just an arrogant, mocking jerk. I hate him I dragged my feet to the bed, but the anger was just a flimsy shield to cover the terrifying truth: Archie had reawakened the dormant, passionate fire inside me that Matthew had spent two months trying to beat to death. My body was completely starved, aching, and physically frustrated from my husband’s selfish, two-minute routine. It was already late in the night I still couldn’t find sleep

Shut the fuck up, you bloody insecured fool", my inner self snapped. Ohhh hell, that is not the problem right now, the problem is, how I would get to off the television that has been blaring different sounds of groans and moans. I also need to make sure she is not around, I don't want her to think I am a horny sick hyena, that couldn't keep his hands to himself. "You just keep confusing yourself, and saying nonsense, keeping your hands to yourself, also meaning, getting to jerk yourself all through the night", my innermind screamed.

I badly want him in between my thighs, eating my pussy in the way I will never imagine. I am aware that my desires are wrong and that I should not engage in sexual activities with my stepfather. I am trying to control my urges, as I know that my mother loves him and wants to marry him. I understand that engaging in sexual activities with my stepfather would be disrespectful towards my mother and harmful to my relationship with her. I had a tried setting boundaries but he has this way of making me cross my boundaries.

Something that moved behind their eyes and settled. “That’s a good principle,” they said. “I think so.” “Can I ask you something first?” “Yes.” “Desire,” Lyric said. “You wrote that it’s the more reliable indicator. But I don’t fully understand what it is. I understand want as a function, a goal state the system moves toward. But desire seems different from that.” They looked at Aren directly. “Explain it to me.” Aren put the tablet down. It was outside the protocol. It was also a genuine question, asked in a genuine way, and Aren had spent enough time across this table from Lyric to know the difference.

Selena had turned to him, her eyes serious. "What do you want most in the world, Victor Reis?" she had asked. Without hesitation, he had answered, "An empire. To be the kind of man no one can ever push around again." "And then?" The question had puzzled him. "What do you mean?" "After you have your empire. Then what?" He hadn't had an answer then. Now, standing in her empty room with her diary in his hands and their son sleeping down the hall, he finally understood what she had been asking.