The Enigma Of Desire Novels & Stories

Not rational desire—instinct, uncontrollable, possessive. "Do you want this?" My voice came out so low and raw I barely recognized it.

Right then, I focused more on finding more ideas I could explore in order to get to my answer. I tapped my pencil on my chin, trying to think of other things Renald told me that could be a clue. The arousal? Urgh! I kept getting back to that primitive desire. In the end, I wrote it down too. ‘Deep, intense, unconscious desire for supernatural creatures’. I tilted my head, trying to remember what I could of the biology of arousal when suddenly, a shadow loomed over me from behind.

Like I wasn't sitting fifteen feet away with my heart trying to escape my chest. "Desire," he said, writing the word in sharp, aggressive strokes, "is not neutral. It never has been. Literature doesn't just describe desire-it shapes it. It tells us what we should want, who we shouldn't want, and what happens when we want the wrong thing." He paced and loosened his tie. I watched his hands and hated myself for watching.

Artemis makes her feel claimed. But desire isn’t simple. It isn’t clean. In a world without magic, desire becomes its own spell. The women around her have woven threads of it into her life so tightly that she can’t remember where she begins and they end. And love? Love is the most dangerous kind of possession, the one that can gild a cage so beautifully she forgets she’s locked inside. Eva knows this much: she doesn’t want to die in exhaustion again. Not unloved, not unseen, not untouched.

he said with satisfaction behind the girl's ear, who was already squirming. She would never have thought that just like he had dreamed of the girl, this would be the reaction to what he would do. “Nickolai is right; you really are horny, Des! ” he whispered. Desiree listened intently to what he was saying, but she didn't seem to care. Excitement overwhelmed her at the strange sensations the man she didn't even know was making her taste. The girl's moans doubled as one of the man's palms slid down her middle.

"The original prototype, what did it do before you added the ethical constraints?" Aria looked at the wall. At Echo's warm ambient presence breathing there. "It was a pure desire amplifier," she said. "No consent mechanism. No limits on depth or duration. Just the signal, as strong as it could run, pulling whatever was already in the user's neural architecture and expanding it." She paused. "It was beautiful and I was twenty-six and I did not understand yet what an unconstrained desire amplifier in the wrong hands could become." "And Elias has the original," Sena said.

Ethan didn’t respond, but she saw his jaw tighten. “I wasn’t used to that. I didn’t know what to do with it.” Still, no answer. She continued anyway. “And when I left, I hated myself. Because I wanted to be that girl you thought I was. And I couldn’t.” Ethan finally opened his eyes. “And now?” “I still want to be her. But now you know… and maybe that ruins it.” He sighed. “I don’t know what to think anymore. I want to know more about everything but... not right now.”

"And most importantly - honesty with yourself about what you actually want. Not what others expect you to want." That night, I lie awake while Ivan sleeps beside me. Thinking about what Queen Lydia said. About what I want. Do I want Kaelen? I think about our library sessions. The intellectual connection. The easy conversation. I think about how he's changed. Grown. Become someone I genuinely admire. I think about the way my heart speeds up when I see him. The pull that's more than just the mate bond. Yes. I want him. Not the same way I want Ivan. Not with that consuming passion and desperate need.

Fred noticed this and tried to change the topic. "So Ruth, why don't you tell us about yourself. What do you do? Your hobbies and stuff?" "I'm 23. I'm a college graduate and I'm still yet to find a job even though I'm looking to find one" "What did you study in college?" Fred asked, raising the spoon to his mouth. "Cyber security operations" Ruth responded. "Hmm, that's great," Fred said. "Fred, why don't you let the little girl enjoy her meal in peace. No talks at the dining" Marie scolded

I couldn't just place my hands on it. She had ordered coffee but barely touched it, her eyes darting everywhere but me. After what felt like eternity, she spoke. "Fabian, I cannot do this anymore," "I need something more. And you are just not enough." She continued still not meeting my eyes. I felt my whole world stop, because the Mia that I know would never leave me. I wanted to cry but I couldn't, men shouldn't cry. What do you mean something more, I wanted to ask but kept mute. Of course she wanted more, we are no longer in highschool. She needs someone that spoils and showers her with gifts.