Story Passion Novels & Stories

“ My patience has now paid off. I love you more, my love. I swear with all my life that I will make you happy and give you all. I will never betray you.” Danielle moved her face closer to him again. Their eyes were sparkling with full of love. There's no more hint of hatred nor jealousy in Anthony's eyes. Anthony bent his head to kiss her. Then, Anthony lifted her up and they turned around and around while their lips was tasting the sweetness of their kiss.

Patricia Flashback- *two weeks ago* My hair was in a mess, just like my papers were. I had to submit my analysis report by the end of the day, but I couldn’t seem to concentrate. My mind kept going back to what I had done during the weekend. I still didn’t know why and how I had let that happen, but now the damage was done and permanent; irreversible. I had slept with Bryce, a childhood friend who happened to also be a colleague at work. I had been avoiding him ever since I made that mistake, and I wasn’t planning on seeing him any time soon. My application for a leave of absence was being processed, and I would vanish from the office as soon as it was approved.

Tears so full of passion and craving for more. Tears of disgrace and contrition. Tears of allowing this darkness Glenn spoke of to enter my soul. I wanted to peel my skin to avoid his touch. Pierce my eyes to avoid watching the other men’s stares. I wanted to sacrifice my outer being to save my soul. But at the same time, I also wanted to push my hips back to meet each thrust of his cock as he claimed my body under the moon. The red of my hair hung in my eyes, reminding me of the blood of a battlefield—my battlefield.

An entire rose fell to the floor. Whether it was now or in the past, Xavier had never mentioned marriage. Sometimes, she had no choice but to admit that love always made itself known. Xavier did not seem to have ever had feelings for her. She had been full of confidence when she first returned and announced that she would pursue Xavier. Now she was his girlfriend, but it was just a label. She was an utter joke. At this thought, she swept the vase off the table. It shattered on the ground, and the flowers scattered all over the floor. Daphne's hand had been cut and was bleeding.

The words rushed out of my mouth immediately. Was this how I was going to accept defeat? As easy as that. You're more than this Mimi, you're stronger. I am in danger. I am in danger and I don't know what to do. "Too late. Now, let's play a game. Who gets the girl, the lover or the fire? It'll be so sad if she got burned though, don't you think? I will give him an hour, an hour is fair right?" He asks "Why are you doing this?"

she said - daddy’s sweet little girl. It was fascinating to watch her theater. My sister knew exactly how to win over an audience with her untamable spirit. Sometimes I felt her body was far too small for her wild, ravenous, and secretly disturbed soul. Everything became too intense with her. Passivity was tedious. She craved action. She needed the stares, the spotlight, the leading role. If Iris wasn’t the protagonist, there was no story. If she wanted to win, then victory was already hers. If she wanted someone else’s place, she would take it; if she desired another’s affections or accomplishments, she would steal them. So cunning and skillful that, by the time you noticed, everything had

Caspien danced, letting the music take him wherever. He couldn't see Arkin anymore. Just a while ago, he was surrounded by several women, including a famous actress. Caspien didn't notice he was drifting away. He just kept drinking, grabbing whatever was on the trays that passed by him. He didn't even know what he was drinking. All he knew was that there was a sweet, burning sensation in his throat.

“I don’t want you to lose your job. They stared at each other with mutual understanding. And suddenly, they were painfully aware that they were alone in the house. She got excited and could almost feel her wetness slide down her thigh as her chest heaved up and down. Without warning, Elio moved towards her, lust and darkness in his eyes.

_______________ ~TROPES♾️~ - Lies - Death - Deception - Forced Marriage - Betrayal - Blood - Gunshots - Books - Love - Revenge - Rivalry…etc♾️. PROLOGUE ♾️ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ NAOMI ALESSANDRO CINDY is a 25yrs old writer,not just any writer,a famous writer known across America and outside america. She is a fair pretty lady,with the body of a goddss and long blonde hair. She is extremely beautiful and had a thing for tattoos.

She tastes like passion, like pure, unrestrained passion, and I want more. Then we begin to close the gap even more than before. What begins as a small peck becomes more passionate. The rest of the world spins so fast that it becomes non-existent. I lean even further into her, and my body melts into hers. It is as if I can feel a fire blazing within me, out of control. We are completely and utterly in sync at this very moment.