Soul's Desire Novels & Stories

"I can't learn because I always want more and more of you every time. Now let's go before I end up undressing you." Her words ignited a fire of desire within me, but I knew I had to control my desire. With great effort, I pulled away, taking a deep breath to steady myself. "Let's... let's go," I replied, my voice strained with restraint as I tried to quell the rising desire.

She didn't even fucking know it. She wasn’t aware of the power she had on me. Not aware that she could have me fly back to Russian in less than a day just because my cock fucking missed her. I needed her, more than I needed air, more than I needed power, more than I needed control. Fuck, it twisted me up inside, this sick obsession, this hunger that gnawed at my insides like a goddamn animal. But I wasn’t just hungry for her body—though, Christ, I’d bury myself in her every fucking chance I got—I wanted her soul. I wanted every thought, every goddamn breath, every beat of her heart to belong to me. I’d settle for nothing less.

The person I wanted in Vanessa’s place was standing there watching the spectacle with a mixture of dread, fear and curiosity. I wanted Helena to suffer a fate much worse than I lived. I wanted her to sink into the lowest of low that she won’t be able to recover from. I wanted her permanently tainted and ostracized from everything and everyone who once regarded her as a goddess. I wanted everyone to know exactly how putrid and rotten her soul was. I wanted her to go mad with despair and die a miserable. She should be the one on her knees and not Vanessa who had acted on her orders.

If anything, it spurred him on. “Matteo—” she started to protest, worried about his injuries. “I need this,” he growled, his voice rough and desperate. “I need you.” His mouth claimed hers again, and any resistance she had crumbled under the weight of their shared longing. Clothing fell away, discarded without thought. His hands roamed her body, memorizing every curve like he feared he might forget her touch. Heat built between them, fast and consuming. Their bodies moved together, slow at first, then faster, as though they were trying to burn away the fear and uncertainty that clung to them. Every kiss, every touch, every desperate gasp was a promise—a vow that they were still alive, still

“Something beyond duty.” A small ache stirred unexpectedly in Loren’s chest. The Prince deserved the love he had grown up believing was possible. He was kind, gentle, and she suspected, unhappy in a way the court did not permit him to confess. She liked him. He was someone she could learn to respect, perhaps even care for deeply. She wondered if that would be enough. She wondered if their marriage would always feel like a polite arrangement. She wondered if she would ever know desire again. She looked back at the Prince, who sat watching dragonflies hover above the pond, a faint smile on his lips. Loren found herself wishing she could want him. That she could meet kindness with passion, inst

ALEXA POV Desires are holy, and sometimes you just deserve its cold attacks and the crazy hook it has on you. Karl has returned to be with his nanny, and me? This time around I could not dwell much on the matters at hand rather my body seeks an affirmation that seems so lost and dead. I forced a groan, like the needs are just gonna disappear, but they are there, here with me and vowed to be my doom. I did not want to touch, did not want to awaken the beast, but maybe, just maybe a single touch could calm the fight down there right under me.

“When blood moon swallows the dawn’s own fire, A Soul-Forge walks, born of desperate desire. Three lights must merge—the sun, the moon, the spark— To keep the Forge from drowning in the dark. Its power can mend the broken song of old, Or, in a greedy hand, make the world grow cold. A tool of creation, a vessel of theft, On the path it chooses, all futures are left.” The library was silent. The words hung in the dusty air. “A Soul-Forge,” I said. “That’s me. ‘Born of desperate desire.’ My mother’s desire for revenge. My desire to live.” “Sun, moon, and spark,” Neal said. “Noah. Me. You. Three lights.”

I search and search very deep inside her soul and the only thing I come across is pure and unfiltered desire, a desire, burning so deep in her soul. 'Oh, what if I want the fire to consume me? Or perhaps, is the big bad demon king personally afraid of getting burnt by the burning fire?' She asks teasingly through lowered lashes. I do not know if this is the bond working or if it is really her baring and offering her whole self to me. 'You do not know what you are getting yourself into Susan, the outcome of what you are searching for is no child's play.' I tell her, my voice turning deep.

The one who could crown me… or destroy me. I smiled, slow and sharp. My teeth ached for her. --- A shift in the soil. A crack in the silence. A voice—thin, human, desperate—filtered through the roots. > “I want him. All of him.” Ah. The little wolf. Her desire was a filthy, glittering thing. I could drink it for decades and never run dry. She thought she’d found me. But I had found her first. Desire like hers was the perfect shovel to dig me out.

“Sure you do. And you know why? Because humans live in a material world. They desire material things, no matter how pure their hearts. And no mortal can withstand temptation.” I snatched my hand back. “Fine then. You know what I want? My deepest desire?” He leaned in closer, grinning maliciously. “What wicked desire, my dear? Just say the word and it's yours.” “I...” I whispered dramatically. “Yes?” “Never want to see you again.”