The Time He Desires Novels & Stories

What are you talking about? He hit send and waited, his heart pounding in his chest. The silence stretched out, each second feeling like an eternity. He paced the room, his mind filled with a whirlwind of emotions – hope, disbelief, confusion, and a gnawing fear that this was all too good to be true. He had to know. He had to find out the truth. He had to know if his child was alive.

"But just so you know, I'm doing it for Michael Power's daughter and not your wife." "Believe me, Senator," I say, correcting the cuff links of my shirt as I dust invisible dust off it. "If Michael Powers had the slightest clue that you could help him, he would have been the one threatening you now." The Senator lifts an eyebrow, watching me smirk. "Thank you for your time, Senator." The doors to the room are thrown open suddenly and Desiree walks in. "Sorry to bother you men but Harley wants to go home, Mr. Everest," she tells me, giving an apologetic look to her fiancé. "She says she's not feeling well."

I didn't notice that I was staring at him for a long time. "I-I'm sorry sir." "Zara right?" he said and darted his gaze towards my direction. His face remains serious and unreadable. "Yes sir" "Bring the materials to my office" he said and stood up. He went straight to the door and walked past me. I watched his back as he held the door knob ready to leave. "The launch will be 6 months aways from now. Polish your work, you have a significant amount of time to refine and perfect your work. I don't want any room for errors or mediocrity." he said and left.

My jaw tightened. He smirked. “I’m here because someone wants you dead. And until I figure out who your ass is mine. And it will really help you to stop sexualizing words.” That night, I lay awake in bed staring at the ceiling while the ghost of Dax Reyes haunted my every thought. His confidence, his voice. The goddamn way he looked at me like he still knew every lie I told myself. This was going to be hell. But maybe… hell could be entertaining.

Yet his intention was far away from my imagination. A slow, dangerous smile appeared on his face. “I would love to see that,” he replied smoothly. “But not today.” He stood up from his chair. “Neither the place nor the time is right.” He paused for a second before adding quietly, “But soon… maybe.” I sat there, staring at him while trying to process what he had just said. Rolling my eyes, I muttered internally, What now? Does he want to test my stamina in a boxing ring or something? What an absolute ass.

"Now that everything’s calmer… what do you want? Not for the pack. Not for anyone else. For you." Allen let the question sink into him. Then he smiled slowly. "I want time. With you. With the people I care about. I want days like this. Moments that don’t feel like they’re about to shatter." Her grin unfolded like a secret blossom. "I can live with that."

"But with one condition." There's a pause on the other end of the line, and for a second, I can almost hear the wheels in his head turning, the desperation clawing at him, making him weak. “What…what condition?” he finally asks, his voice shaking with fear mixed with a sliver of hope.

Then he planted pecks on the latter's brows, briefly-closed eyelids, his pinnas and on both cheeks. "So...you want my lips..." He then touched his lower lip with his right index finger before bringing it to Lucas' own lower lip briefly, "...here?" "Yes, my darling," Lucas responded with a nod. "Then...tell me; how much do you want it?" "Badly," "Oh?" the brunet quirked a brow, "Are you that desperate?" "How can I not hanker for captivating and addictive lips like yours? I want to feel your lips on mine and I want you..."

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Yes, it was Avyana. He knows now what he wants, and he will make her his no matter wherever it leads him. " Kitten, even though you're not mine yet.... " He smirked proudly. " I will make you mine, real soon. " he whispered the last words with so much desperation clear in his voice. " My angel, Look how mad and insane you have made me." He again whispered in a dangerous tone. He looked at the picture again. His desire rising on the topmost. He was crazily smiling at the picture. Now, he will get her.