Unscramble Desire Novels & Stories

Confessions about crushes, embarrassing stories, a ridiculous dare involving someone singing karaoke on the coffee table. Every time the bottle landed on Ethan, he chose truth. Safe. Boring. Survivable. Until Lila leaned forward with a wicked smile. “Ace,” she said sweetly. “Truth or dare?” “Truth.” She tapped her chin. “Who’s the most impossible person you could ever actually like?” Ethan’s pulse spiked. Every eye turned toward him. Including Noah’s. He swallowed. This was harmless. A joke answer. Something ridiculous. Something safe. But Noah was still looking at him. And suddenly the truth felt lodged somewhere behind Ethan’s ribs.

He used his teeth, his tongue, and the sheer, unyielding power of his body to strip away whatever was left of my pride. It was faster this time. Harder. He moved with a desperation that felt almost human, a frantic need to consume everything I was before the sun came up. I met him move for move, my hands clawing at his back, my legs wrapped so tight around him that I thought I’d break a rib. I wanted the pain. I wanted the mark. I wanted to be so full of him that there was no room for anything else.

he murmured, not standing from the bed but not looking away either, “If you keep looking at me like that, I won’t stop pretending that this is nothing.” She did not look away. She did not move nor breathe. And in that moment—a burning, fragile moment—their desire stood naked between them, undeniable and dangerously close to breaking. Not touching. But wanting. God, wanting. And wanting, she realized, was far more powerful than she had ever expected.

“But I ended it, I chose you and now you’re… what? Fucking strangers to get back at me?” Jen’s laugh was bitter. “You think this is revenge? You stopped touching me like you cared months ago, last night…” She glanced at Marcus, heat rising in her cheeks. “ someone reminded me what desire feels like and I like it, feels good been touched like I should be” Sarah laughed. “Desire? Or just a good dick?” Marcus stepped between them. “Say another word about her and I’ll throw you both out myself.” David’s face twisted, anger, hurt, jealousy. “Jen… come home. We can work through this, like before I know this have been weird but we can still work this out before it's too late”

"Daddy's cock...ahh...so good. Daddy's cock...delicious. Daddy's cock...thick and really stuffs...ahh...me up..." "Reason number three?" Kingsley demanded. Sean's eyes widened. Hadn't he mentioned several reasons just now? How come they amount to only two? "If I say it's two, it's two," Kingsley insisted with a deep thrust, followed by less intense but faster thrusts. "Oh fuck~" the blond cussed. If things went this way, then he was bound to fail. 'No, I have to keep trying,' he told himself. However, his attempt at racking his brain for more reasons failed successfully.

To allow my transcendent destiny among legends to remain forever toxified by a poisonous infatuation for my sworn enemy. Which is when blinding clarity finally descends like a lead weight to my skull, nearly staggering me in its abrupt finality. This has gone altogether too far into the abyss. If there is any hope of extracting my pristine soul from the maw of this madness, I must needs confront the matter head on. The source of this disease must be cut fully from my boundless potential, by any means required. Even if that prescribed remedy defies every principal of decency and honor I've sworn my noble sport upon. Luca was correct - much as it galls me to admit.

My heart ached with the desire for her presence, not for anything physical, but for the comfort of having someone there, someone who cared. "I won’t touch you," I said, my voice barely a whisper. "I just want you next to me.”

Damon Westwood Seeing her so impatient inflates my ego disproportionately. She irresistibly want me. Maybe almost as much as I want her. She trembles with desire. I love seeing her so vulnerable. At first my only desire was to leave her in a state of frustration immeasurable. But I couldn't resist. Especially not when she gives me those little dog eyes. “I want it now please.” Not additional foreplay I'm already on the verge of tearing my hair out. »

This is going to be a lot of searching since we are searching for a person that doesn't want to get caught. Desiree stepped back a little more until she looked around and felt like she saw something in the area. "Do you see something?" I asked Desiree in astonishment. "I don't know….something is not right." "Are you serious abou t that?" Desiree nod her head and when she turn around she said, "oh fuck—" "What is it?"

"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."