Soul's Desire Novels & Stories

Her soul is a beautiful balance—peace laced with fury, overflowing with a love so deep it could drown you. We want to be the ones she drowns. How could anyone ever think to hurt her? How could that bastard bear to touch her with hands only fit to touch the dirty whores he disrespects her with? If she were ours, we would never let her forget what it feels like to be wanted…truly wanted. Not owned. Not tolerated. Desired, utterly and completely. By the heavens. We want her. We want her more than We’ve ever wanted anything. So I do not understand why my brothers are so reluctant to do what needs to be done.

She’s self centered like that. I notice that it takes mystery woman a moment before she says, “I can’t say that I’m sure. Can you tell?” I study the piece for a few moments again and say the first thing that comes out of my mouth “Longing. There’s a peacefulness that transcends the piece.”

She was not pretending. Her words came from her heart. “Why do you want to marry him?” I asked directly. “You know life won’t be easy with him.” She met my gaze without hesitation. “I want to be someone’s need,” she said softly. “I want to be someone’s desire.” Then her lips curved into a small smile. “And I won’t lie.” “Vincenzo is my desire.” The determination in her eyes surprised me. She wasn’t dreaming of a crown. She wasn’t chasing power.

I hear his voice as if from a distance. See his face set in an expression of determination. His jaw firms. A nerve ticks at his temple. His chest planes ripple under his dark skin, and all I can think of is going to him, dragging my fingernails over his chest and marking him. Then, throwing myself at him and asking him to take me over and over again until I reach that space where all that remains is that bare essence of my soul—a naked need, a burning desire to be part of something.

It burns my palm as I hold her, cradling the little ball of fire as I try to figure out who she’s come from. What her parentage is. And I’m shock, shook the very core when I realise that the very man that sat at my dining table earlier Tonights has sired a daughter with the girl I promise for him as a second chance mate. I’m confused, confounded at the possibility of him procreating when he’s miserably foaled for the many years of this lifecycle. The soul is a particularly dark soul, craving sadness, the dark… anything angry. But it’s also an unusual soul too.

But in a few seconds, she realized it was a mistake taking her eyes off Soren because when she opened her eyes and lifted her chin, Soren’s face was already just two inches or three away from her face. “I never desired any luxuries in life,” he said, his hot breath fanning her lips. “I was born with a silver spoon, yes, but I have never used that spoon, really. All I desire is to find my soul mate, the woman I would take to the altar and then make sure that she would realize that I was her soul mate. And I promise that I’d do everything and anything that would make her happy. Half of my life long desire, I have finally achieved. My goal now is to make her realize that we are meant for each o

“Attachment to earthly things.” His jaw tightened. “And what if attachment is part of the human experience? Something God placed in us?” Clara blinked. It wasn’t the question she expected. “Attachment,” she repeated, “can become longing. Longing becomes desire. Desire becomes sin.” Her tone was steady, rehearsed. But her pulse was a storm. Daniel studied her. Not like a patient. Like someone listening to a secret she hadn’t spoken yet. “And what do you do,” he asked softly, “with desire when it appears?”

What the fuck am I doing? I release her and step back. I need to get away from her before I do something I’ll regret. Under King’s own fucking roof. ** Desire is a delicate flame that ignites between two souls, flickering softly before gradually growing into a blazing fire of passion. When a couple first embarks on the journey of love, the initial stirrings of desire often begin with stolen glances and electrifying touches. It's a mesmerizing dance where hearts and bodies respond to the enchantment of newfound attraction.

"But I am more than what meets the eye. I am the embodiment of your desires, the cravings that fuel your spirit." Rey's mind raced as she contemplated the child's words. Desire, a force that had both motivated and tormented her throughout her journey. She knew the danger of succumbing to unchecked desires, but she also recognized the power they held. Deep down, she yearned for a life of love, fulfillment, and purpose. The child's form began to shift, morphing into a captivating figure draped in flowing garments of vibrant hues. They emanated an aura of seduction, drawing Rey closer with every step. The air crackled with suppressed energy, and Rey could feel her resolve weakening.

"They'll be far too spent and I'll consume their soul and move on to the next." He said the words casually but there was nothing absolutely casual or normal about this. This was a scary and shocking revelation. "Desire manipulation can't come into play, can it?" I joked, suddenly feeling anxious with my heart racing in my ears. "It'll be like holding them prisoner. Their soul will yearn for freedom which can lead to an early death. The soul can seek an escape if it gets too choked up, and they'll just die."