Unfulfilled Desires Novels & Stories

Her selfish desire to marry Lorenzo destroyed Aeval’s life. A feeling of bitterness crawled up her stomach making her dizzy and lightweight. Her steps stumbled as she grabbed the nearby pillar for support. Her breathing was harsh. She couldn’t breathe. When the angst slowly started pouring down, she missed her mother more. Only…and only if she was alive, Aeval wouldn’t have to go through all this. A physical ache in her heart intensified with each breath. There was a time she was angry at the universe, to take her mother far away, yet she found peace with it. For in these days of missing the warmth of her mother’s embrace, Aeval couldn’t entertain the idea of living. But with time, she decid

Seeing how unsteady he seemed, I pried his fingers off one by one and spoke seriously, "I can help her take private photos, but if we sleep together, things will become different. You get what I'm saying?" Charles clenched his fists. "Amy already agreed to this, so please! Just this once!" He still looked like he wanted to push further. I let out a deep sigh and made my tone and expression stern. "Once you cross the line, you can never come back. Amy's your fiancée, Charles. Do you want to risk your family over this? "Don't go down the wrong path. If you do, it'll be too late if you regret it!" Seeing that I wouldn’t budge, Charles fell silent. He started drinking on his own, glass after gla

Unspoken Desires Intro; After years of separation, Ethan returns to his best friend’s sister, Harper, at her brother’s request. Harper has refused to work for the family company, and her brother is desperate to change her mind. But when Ethan and Harper are reunited, the unresolved tension between them, built up over years of longing, explodes. What begins as a heated argument about her future quickly turns into an undeniable attraction, burning through their words and actions. In a single, passionate night, they give in to the chemistry that’s been simmering beneath the surface for years, leaving nothing unsaid, and nothing unfulfilled.

"A dead man." "No," Adrian corrected harshly, his fingers tightening on Julian's flesh, digging in just enough to anchor him to the present. "A dead man feels nothing. A dead man demands nothing. You are a slate wiped clean by five hundred feet of freezing water. The boy who begged Victor Vance for a crumb of cold affection died on the rocks of Blackwood Cove. Who stands here now?" Julian looked into his own reflected eyes. The timid, eager-to-please light that had defined his six years of marriage was extinguished. In its place sat a dark, simmering pit of embers.

I tried to dump all of my feelings on to those pages. He's so caring, so good, so mature but my mind wanders. My heart wants something else. Something, which can never be mine. Something, which I should not wish for. Something that I can’t decide on. This wish, I think, will always remain there at the edge of my consciousness. Never diminishing, never growing, just constantly reminding me that I am unfulfilled. That I am missing something integral to my soul. I had never thought that I would get to this point again. I can’t let these emotions haunt me again.

And I hated that I wasn’t. When the new drink arrived, I just stared at it. Didn’t drink. Didn’t talk. Just listened to the noise until it started to blur. Max broke the silence first. “You know, if you ever need to talk—” “I don’t,” I said automatically. He raised his hands in surrender. “Alright, Mr. Untouchable.” “Not untouchable,” I muttered. “Just… not sure who I want touching.” He snorted. “That sounds like a crisis.”

It started with a simple desire of wanting to know him, but soon, it became not nearly enough. I crave more. It's an unquenched thirst that refuses to be sated. Your whole world revolves around them while they do not know of your existence. I want to be closer to him, so close that want to just bury him beneath my skin. Kai, Do you know how much I want to see you bleed? I also want you to see me bleed and paint my blood across your face and mark you so that the others will know that you're mine! Everyone has a dream, unconscious thoughts and desires, something they want to hold on to, cherish, and are afraid to lose.

“That is not what I mean. What would be the future of your pack?” I may not want to go and live in a pack, much less the one where three men attacked me after helping their alpha. But that does not mean that if I am their only resort that I would turn my back on them. If I did that then I would be no better than those three pack members all those years ago. “Then we would be in for a rough future. We would either have an incompetent alpha or I would have to source a new alpha from somewhere.” “And where would that be?”

I didn’t want her like the others did—not for a cheap thrill or a moment of power. I wanted more. I wanted to own every second of her life the way she unknowingly owned every second of mine. I wanted her laughter. Her fear. Her bad habits. Her silence. And it scared the hell out of me. Because for a man who had everything, I shouldn’t want anything this badly. Especially not someone I’ve never touched. I closed the laptop and stood, walking to the floor-to-ceiling windows that looked out over the city. The skyline glittered like it always did—cold, perfect, untouchable.

But when I need to feel completely, utterly ruined. Some fantasies aren't meant to stay fantasies.