The Time He Desires Novels & Stories

My student. He is sitting in the back, his head down, staring at his laptop screen. He looks different from the wild, desperate boy from last night. He is wearing a simple, dark hoodie, his hair slightly unkempt. The change in his appearance is a small thing, but it’s a desperate attempt to hide the raw, primal energy I know he possesses. The memory of his trembling hands, the perfect shape of his lips, the way he moaned my name as he came… it all rushes back. I feel a hot, possessive wave of desire wash over me. I am a professional. I am a professor. I can’t want him.

“I’m fine. I don’t need to go to the nurse’s office. I feel bad for her. She has to deal with my wounds every single day.” “Who says you need to go to her? When you have me. I can take care of you. Don’t you trust me?” He scrunched up his nose spreading his arms wide open. I scoffed in response. He wrapped his arms around my shoulder as we walked. “I can’t wait for school to be over. We can both get out of this hellhole like we’ve always wanted.” “Right?” he asked when I didn’t respond. Three images flashed across my mind. And I hesitated. Why the fuck was I hesitating?

“I called to remind you about what we discussed.” He paused before continuing. “I know I may not live for long. It might even be impossible for me to last a year… but I still pray God allows me to live long enough to hold you and Fulvia’s child before I die.” Henry’s expression darkened. “Dad, don’t talk like that.” “I’m just stating the truth,” Mr Kingsley replied quietly. “At the very least, if I cannot see my grandchild… I want to witness my daughter’s happiness. I want to know that even when I’m gone…”

he said turning round to the wardrobe checking which outfit to wear,l paused my mind flooding with forgotten memories,stepbrother l now have a brother,l felt a spark of happiness in me but unsure of it,l have been craving to have a brother or sister when l was home but didn't get as my mom only gave birth to me,back then l always felt lonely and sad each time mom and dad goes to work as l had no brother or sister to play withl always wished l would have one someday but never thought that will only be after my mom's death,now here is one standing right in front of me,not just an ordinary one but a handsome one at that, he's every girls dream,l smiled admiring his sexy body as he was busy che

I say anxiously, back pressed firmly up against the door. “Can I not just come and visit you?” Time asks, that glint in his eyes expressing the fact that he wasn’t, in fact, just here for a visit. That he wants something from me, or wants me to know something. “You are mine after all.” Mine. That word haunts me. It brings me back to that night. He wants me. An immortal with extreme power wants me.

Each word he spoke was a brushstroke on the canvas of my understanding, painting a picture of his journey of self-discovery. His voice, a melodic cadence, carried the weight of profound realizations, "Life isn't a mere passage of time, a mechanical rhythm of inhales and exhales. It's a symphony of emotions, a journey of embracing desires and aspirations that are etched into the very fibers of our hearts."

If time misplaces an object, it can stay misplaced. If time presses, it will press against resistance without assistance. I step closer to Thomas. The air spikes. Time lunges, expecting the familiar pattern: desire, touch, anchor. I lift my hand. It hovers inches from his chest. Heat radiates between us. My pulse roars. He is looking at me like I am both miracle and threat. I do not touch him. I do not step back. I do not speak. I let the wanting exist without resolution. Time pushes.

“I’m sorry. No,” Desiree stepped back from Gerald, feeling that what he was asking her was too intimate. Gerald sulked, feeling disappointed, but he knew that he’d been pushing his luck with that one. He slowly got back to his feet. “I want to be able to do this every day, Desiree.” A dreamy smile tipped his lips. “To feel our princess… to feel her grow with every passing day. To talk to her and let her know that I’m eagerly awaiting her arrival.”

Draven stared at her and sighed, he used his hand to crease her waist as she drew on the blueprints and he used his free hand to run his hands through his hair. “Fifty-eight fucking days.” He whispered.

This time he even explained what he meant. "What? Is he asking me if I want to get laid? Is he out of his mind?" I thought. I nodded to say no. But deep down I wanted to do it. A carnal desire which only few could resist. He ordered one of his men. "Untie him."