The Enigma Of Desire Novels & Stories

Should I write her name on my heart or the awareness of my existence on her lips? After her disappearing from life, desires started awakening within me. Desires to look into her eyes, sit with her for hours. To hold her hand in mine, to run my fingers through her hair. To listen to her words for hours, to feel her presence. These desires have taken root in my mind, all based on the hope that one day I will meet her and fulfill all the desires. Then, I will stop her from leaving again. I'll keep these desires in my mind, hoping that one day she will meet me to fulfill them. Then, I will keep her close to me and never let her go again.

I looked up the corners of my lips turning down into a frown as I spied a girl sitting at his right ogling him. “Mis Vnaderkamp? Can you focus? Can you answer Dorian’s question for the class?” The red haired girl snorted. “No, I have no idea what the answer is.” I sighed forcing my eyes to meet Dorian’s. “That’s one interpretation,” I replied, slipping the cap back onto my marker. “But not the only one. Literature frames desire as dangerous precisely because it refuses to be denied. Wanting becomes more powerful than having.” A few students dutifully scribbled notes. Most just looked between me and him, sensing a strain that had nothing to do with Milton or Wilde.

Was he even normal at all? He was crazy, he knew. Yes, he was crazy, he just needed her, needed to ravish her body, explore under her skin, and take her right there, but one thing, he couldn't take her when she was weak, how then would both their desires be met? He froze in the spot, he was thinking about their desires? Not just his? The word sounded obsecure, Theirs. Their desire. Theirs. It was the first time he was thinking about a women's desires, his desires were only spread to himself only, but today, he had thought about hers? And not his? THEIRS?

My heart screamed, my pulse roared, and my mind was spinning in a dizzying mix of desire and fear. “Jade,” he murmured, low, throaty, possessive, “I’ve wanted you from the moment I saw you. I’ve wanted you like this, like you’re about to combust under my touch. And I’m not leaving until you give in… until I know you feel the same fire.” My glasses slid down my nose again, and I pushed them up automatically, though I barely registered it. His hands brushed against mine, lingering, sending shivers up my spine. He was every dangerous fantasy I’d ever imagined. Every late-night craving. Every forbidden thought.

This was something far beyond the desire for a woman's body--if only Alethia knew what he wanted to do to her right at the moment. But she wouldn't know, at least not yet. Now he has to douse his desire lest they make headlines the next morning--"21ST CENTURY DESIRES: A stepfather and daughter's shenanigans on a hospital bed." He sighed with reason. Then he tactfully pushed his manhood in between his inner thighs and pressed his legs together in hopes of beating down the desire. But it kept jerking incessantly as if it was breathin; as if it had a mind of its own.

Connected. Surrendered to desire. ******************************************

Who did he think he was? He continued to flip through his documents, seemingly unperturbed by my unannounced arrival. Fueled by pride, I refused to speak until he acknowledged my presence. But there was an enigmatic quality about this self-centered man that eluded me. While I could usually read people effortlessly, he remained an enigma, concealing his emotions. Unable to bear his dismissiveness any longer, anger surged through me. "What have you done to my brother?" I demanded, my face contorted with rage. His villainy knew no bounds, resorting to kidnapping my own flesh and blood to coerce me into accepting his outrageous proposal.

It was the absence of something else. Someone else. The realization lands quietly—but decisively. Desire, I’m learning, isn’t about availability or attention. It’s about being seen in the exact way that unsettles you. And once you’ve tasted that— Everything else feels like a distraction you no longer need.

The unspoken hesitation that lived in the space between us, taut as wire. Desire doesn’t start where people think it does. It starts in restraint. “You’re not imagining this,” Mary said when my pulse refused to settle. “Your limbic response is elevated.” “Because they took him away,” I said flatly. “Yes,” she agreed. “But also because they didn’t erase him.” I closed my eyes. “Explain.” “If they wanted to extinguish desire,” she said, “they would have flooded you with alternatives. Distractions. Replacements.”

For some reason his gaze did not bother me. I looked at the gorgeous fountain once more. It was enticing to say the least, but now I knew how dangerous it was. It had to be one of her games. I saw her the slight twitch near her eye when I did not reach for the fountain again. She probably thought that it would be extremely simple to get my to share my deepest desire, which I was not even sure of what it was, so that she could use it against me in her damn dreamscape. Well, I was not as easily gotten rid of. “Sometimes desires can confuse both the head and the heart. Just because we desire something does not mean it is something we need nor is something we need necessarily something we desire