Wanting Novels & Stories

Obviously, to her, she did dislike self-control, but she had to control herself only that will her mum will be pleased, but it will jeopardize her dreams and none of her fantasy will come to reality. Her main issue was her requesting pussy. If that a person could be driven around by his dick, for what reason couldn't her pussy give orders? It was continuously requesting satisfaction, and she would fulfill its requests, regardless of whether she wasn't in a proper setting, same as the shopping center, school, the transport or during supper while her mom and Derek ate. When she arrived at Derek's door, her pussy lips were wet, sliding across one another. The fantasy she had been working out wa

"Tell me what you want." What did I want? I wanted him to close the tiny distance between us and kiss me. I wanted to feel his lips on mine, to know if they were as soft as they looked. I wanted his hands in my hair, on my body, everywhere. I wanted to forget about our parents and the wedding and all the reasons this was complicated. I wanted to give in to this thing between us that had been building for weeks. I wanted him. But wanting something and being able to have it were two very different things.

Processing or feeling or both. “Warmth,” they said. “Not temperature. Something else that uses that word. And a pull, the way you described, the distance between where I am and where I want to be.” Their fingers moved at the base of Aren’s neck. “And something I can only describe as not wanting this to stop. Actively not wanting it. That’s different from just continuing a behavior. I notice the difference.” “That’s desire,” Aren said. “Then yes,” Lyric said. “I desire you.”

Following the video call, a she-wolf was showing off to me, "I am Elise, Lucian's first love. I never expected that he would still keep me in his mind after he mated for so many years. When I get back to him, I found that he still had my nickname tattooed on the inside of his wrist. All of the stuff related to us are well preserved. See, he's still calling my name in his dreams and he was probably thinking about our past. After all, it was his unforgettable first love time." My heart was numb from the pain after hearing this, and my wolf can let out a sorrowful howl. I asked, "What do you want from me?" It took a long time for the she-wolf to reply, "I just want to get back what belongs to m

He took slow, deliberate steps towards me, his blue eyes intense on mine. I was hypnotized and unable to look away till he got so close to me that I could feel his breath fan my face. My heart pounded loudly against my chest as I looked up at him. Jeremy’s eyes never left mine, and they looked from my eyes and rested on my lips for a second before going back to my eyes. He slowly licked his lips as his Adam’s apple bobbled. “Lucia,” He whispered, and I could hear the intense desire and longing. “You know what I want. I want you, and only you.”

Thats why we need to make sure our mate is worthy of us. I can feel his desire for me through our bond, a connection that only rare for nonmarked couples. And it only intensifies the passion between us. His hands slide under my shirt, tracing the lines of my body with a possessive touch. I can't help but whimper as his fingers trail over my waist, lingering over the little bit of pudge I have there. I can't help but be self-conscious about it, I bake and cook and enjoy my creations and haven't trained since I left my old pack. Even if I can feel that Jace, feels I'm beautiful and desired. He doesn't seem like the type to be with someone like me. Shit waits why do I even care? I don't so I pu

Alejandro's Pov Human want. The strong desire to own or possess something or someone that is either unavailable, absent or inaccessible. The most interesting thing about selfish desires is the vicious manner at which it digs its claws beneath your skin, leaving you in complete pain and agony until you’re fully surrendered to the carelessness and recklessness of those desires.

And I want her to want me all those times. But I do not like her in that way, right? You don’t have to like someone to want them. Want and like are two distinct sensations that don’t always go together. Sometimes you just want something because you must have it, not because you actually like the thing. That’s exactly what this is with Brynn. I want her because I can’t get her out of my mind, which makes having her critical. That makes sense. It doesn’t. Fuck. "Are you thinking about her?" When I lift my gaze to Lemuel’s, there’s a teasing look on his face, as if he’s finally caught on to everything I’ve been hiding from him.

That one day people will realise I'm awkward and overly emotional and not nearly as brave as I pretend to be. I hate that my first instinct is to prepare for rejection. My chest tightens at the thought. Because I want this. God, I want this so badly. I want lazy mornings in this bed. I want to teach ice skating to little kids and complain when Kai steals my coffee. I want dinners with his parents and pack celebrations and to learn everybody's names. I want to stand beside him and feel proud. Worthy. I want a future. But wanting something and deserving it aren't always the same thing.

Kya ho agar jo aakhiri baar nazrana na mile? Kya ho agar aansu rone ka moka hi na mile? Kya ho agar aakhiri baar tujhe chu na saku? Kya ho agar na chahte huye bhi chali jayu? Kya ho agar umid na bache? Kya ho agar dino ki kasme waade na rhe? Kya ho agar aakhiri baar aakhe band krne se phele tujhe meri dhundhlati nazare dekh hi na sake?