Wanting Novels & Stories

“It’s burning! Let go! It burns!” Veronica is just laughing. I don’t know what comes over me. I am already angry, but this time, this heat building inside of me is different. It’s more vicious, an animalistic drive overtaking me. I can feel myself moving, but it’s like my brain is disconnected. It’s like my body and mind are two separate entities in this moment. The back of my right hand feels like it’s on fire right now and something inside me is pushing, desperate to get out.

But did not move a muscle as he continued to gaze down at me. "Please," I finally begged, unable to stand the torment. "Please? Please, what? Tell me what you want," he demanded softly. "You know what I want," I whimpered out as his thumb brushed a bit closer to my tingling nipple. "Yes, but I want to hear you say it." I groaned in annoyance. There was no way I could tell him what I wanted. To say something like that out loud was… naughty. Thinking it was bad enough, but to speak it? That was worse.

He had called to ask what kind of fruits to use for fruit wine. Cold sweat dampened his palms. Andy sighed and looked straight at Josh through his glasses. "Was your urgent matter spending the holiday with your lover?" Josh's face darkened. "She's not my lover. We never crossed that line. I was only trying to help her. That's all." "Is that so?" Andy scoffed. The quiet sarcasm enraged Josh. "What the hell is your point?! Where's Rena?! I want to talk to her in person!" Andy shook his head. "My client doesn't want to see you."

he says. "Wanting to what? What have you been wanting? What have you been waiting for? What have you been needing? What have you been craving? What have you been dreaming of?" "Touch you. Hold you. Feel you. Taste you. Memorize you. Claim you. Love you. Worship you. Keep you." "You're holding me now. You're touching me now. You're feeling me now. You're loving me now. You're worshipping me now." "Not enough. It's never enough. I want more. I always want more. I'll always want more. I'll never have enough of you. I'll never get enough of you. I'll never stop wanting you."

The wanting was the problem. I had been operating in survival mode since before I walked through these gates. Survival mode had a specific relationship with desire. It allowed functional wants, wants that served the mission. I wanted to win the trials. I wanted the herbs to hold. I wanted enough time to build something that could stand on its own. Those wants were permitted because they had a purpose beyond themselves. But wanting Cassian Valehart's hands on my face because they were warm and because he had been honest with me from the beginning and because the kiss had felt like something I did not have a word for, that was a w

That unclear want created unclear results. "Small Hope, you are angry. You want anger to go away. What happens?" Twilight asked. Baby Hope thought. Remembered. "Anger becomes real. Becomes a monster. Becomes dangerous." "Yes. Because wanting anger to go away is not a clear intention. Does 'go away' mean disappear? Does 'go away' mean become something else? Does 'go away' mean leave you and become external? Unclear want creates unclear result. Creates danger. Creates accidents. That is why intention matters. Why is a clear desire essential? Why is understanding exactly what you want before using power necessary?"

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."

I asked. "Well, we both want to fuck your petite cute little wife and make her very pregnant for you, but you don't want her fucked. Would she let us fuck her? She really wants a baby. I think she might want to be fucked and impregnated. If she wants to get it, you should let her."

Hell, they looked stupid! "Fuck," Carson murmured and exhaled. "Tell me you dudes are just playing around. There's no way you'll like my girl." Hunter ordered a glass of vodka before turning to Carson. "You know me, Carson." Carson turned to him and he just shrugged. "Don't ask me. I already told you I want her." "But you don't love her!" His voice thundered. "If you're just lusting over Krysie, then cut the fucking crap! If you can't treat her better and cherish her, then stop this shit. I want her. I'm selfish."