Soul's Desire Novels & Stories

Oh my beloved, now I can trust that admiration is not a mirage. Thanks for giving me the sight of God's most beautiful creation. Which retainer needs to attend a crusade if they get your accommodation. My colorless life is now fully colored, more than the rainbow. The meaningless soul is expected to be this divine soul's shadow. After being feast on those eyes, my existence is triumphant now. Realm of beauty, I want to present myself to you as a bestow. <><><><><><><> Hello readers, Welcome to my first book 'Soul'

It was glistening with beads of Agatha’s sweat, and on impulse, he brought a fingertip to his lips and licked it. The salty taste bloomed inside his mouth. He licked the rest of his fingers slowly, from the base of his hand to the very end of his fingertips. ‘So, what do I want?’ It was the same question that he had already asked himself. Lanceil’s gaze grew heavy. There was only one thought, that flashed like gold. “…I want her.” ‘How do I want her?’ His gaze meandered back to Lanceil, then he murmured— “I want to devour her.”

“I want your soul.” “My soul?” Nicole asked with surprise. “Not yours,” Sierra scowled at Nicole in disgust, who wanted a soul corrupted by greed. Instead of this greedy soul, she preferred one shrouded in hatred and regret, two catalysts for disaster. It was just the right combination to protect hers. She looked straight at Avi, “Yours.”

Every fucking thing! And then there's my heart, it’s worse than this morning. But it's not just my body that's betraying me - it's my mind, too. Ever since Hades marked and imprinted on me, I've been consumed by an insatiable hunger for him. It's as if my very soul is crying out for his touch, his kiss, his possession. I try to resist, to fight against this all-consuming desire, but it's no use. I'm helpless against the tide of my own longing and every minute feels like a punishment.

“W-want do you want from me Sirius?” Slowly, Sirius' fingers trace the curve of my hip, sending a jolt of electricity through my entire being. My hips arch involuntarily, a silent plea for him to continue. His eyes never leave mine, as if he can see the throbbing need within me. His voice is almost lazy as he speaks, “I want your body. I want your mind. I want you soul.” His fingers curve along the valley between my breast, a shadow passing over his face. “I want your heart. Will you give me your heart Lisse?”

His upright figure and perfect posture made Laura swallow with difficulty. Was this the body that had once touched her when she was unconscious? Asher pressed his body close again. His lips began to trace his wife's smooth and fair neck. Sweet and fragrant... the man felt like he wanted to keep sipping Laura's skin all day long. "Say my name..." Asher whispered in a deep, hoarse voice, a voice that held a burning surge of desire. Asher briefly claimed Laura's lips, then repeated his command. "Ash... ahh...!" Laura cried out as he entered her. Followed by Asher's long groan as they finally became one.

What he wouldn’t give to… Ryan reached for the edge of the covers and flipped it off Jeremy, exposing his gloriously aroused body to his hungry eyes. He moistened suddenly dry lips, unable to look away from the compelling sight before him. Wild horses couldn’t have stopped Ryan from what he did next. He moved down slowly as if he was in a daze, staring at that pulsing cock the whole time. That cock that could drive him out of his mind with pleasure, that cock that took him to places he didn’t know existed, that cock that made every other thing in his world insignificant, that cock that he’d missed for fucking much. Hunger rushed through Ryan’s veins, flooding his senses with such an intense

It was actually a unicorn with a rainbow ribbon draped around him and a message written on it, 'I am a winner'. Indeed he was a winner. Noah was a winner. And everyone out there who stood their fears and faced them courageously, and came out strong in front of the world are all winners. We must unleash our desires with passion. We don't have to change ourselves for anyone.We are who we are born. We are who we want to be. We are the writers of our own destinies.And we shall write it without giving up. THE END.

He decided to go and drink his sorrows away to avoid her. Driving in the lonely road, he recalled the first day he found her. He was not the type to easily fall for a woman even though countless women threw themselves at him, he never paid any attention to them but this brown skinned girl just turned his world around. He reached the club and began to drink senselessly. Then suddenly he got a call from this woman causing him so much trouble, he first decided to ignore her maybe she would stop but no she kept calling. He finally decided to hear her sweet voice which he was missing the whole day.

Kenneth's parents are no longer in the living room when they came out from the dining area, they are probably resting in their own room now. When she and Kenneth entered their room, she felt again the detachment in his presence. Although on the other side of her mind, it was screaming in anger. However, her body was screaming the opposite. She wanted to feel his warm and sweet kisses again as he hugged her tightly. On the other hand, Kenneth has the same desire to kiss and hug Candy. He looked at her intently, he has this excessive desire that urge him to touch her again.