When Divorce Turned To Desire Novels & Stories

~Christopher’s POV~ “I want a divorce.” To be honest, I’ve lost count of the number of times she’s expressed a desire for a divorce. However, it was all in vain. I take a peek at my petite wife. She was dead serious about getting a divorce, but this girl had no idea she was stuck with me. That she would never leave, and that no one, absolutely no one, would ever touch her. I know I won’t touch her, even though it’s tough to keep my dick from ravishing her tiny little pussy that is always on display for me. I absorbed her completely as she gulped her wine without reluctance. She is quite courageous.

A flicker of hope eluded his soul, and he stepped out to find his wife. Abel pulled his jacket tighter. Outside his car was cold and chilly. The brittle November air reminded him that he was away from home. As he stepped into the elevator, his last conversation with Avery before their separation came into his memories. ---“Please, can we not divorce?” she said when he gave her the divorce papers, her voice cracking, a mixture of pain and sorrow. But he ignored her feelings and acted cruelly. He prioritized Riana and completely neglected his wife. Avery had wanted something deeper, more profound. Something he was unwilling to give. She had wanted his love.

We went from talking about something serious to humiliating Caspian. “But Kiva is mine. She is not yours, and she never was. And if you want to survive, you’ll divorce her," he demands. “Ark!” My mind returns to the day of my wedding. Ark was painfully calm about the marriage…he knew all along this threat would be made and that he would get his way. Divorce. “I…I can’t," Caspian stutters. If we divorced so soon after the wedding, both him and I will be ruined. I could hardly care about my reputation anymore, since I'm not even sure I'm going to escape from Ark, but I know Caspian cares about his.

But Noah’s title stopped me cold. Dirty Desire. A nervous laugh escaped my mouth. Surely, I was imagining things, I had to be imagining things. Surely, this wasn’t what I thought it was. But when I opened the first page, my breath hitched. I couldn't believe my eyes. Noah hadn’t written a romance. He’d written a fantasy. His fantasy, a well detailed one at that. The words became more and more serious with each line: “She’s older, irresistible. Her voluptuous boobs pressed against my mouth”, “her wet pussy clenching tightly around me”, “her big fat ass bouncing against my hips.”

“These are the divorce papers….” “I want a divorce!”

Look where that got me. I swallowed hard, my hands trembling as I watched him bite his lower lip. I turned away immediately and headed out of the hall to get some air, hoping he wouldn’t follow behind. The cool breeze washed over my face, giving me a sense of relief. I shut my eyes, trying to forget for just a moment that I was trapped inside a loveless marriage that had turned me into a pawn in the hands of the billionaires. A marriage that had stripped me of every hope and dream I had, my independence and my life.

DIVORCE ON SURPRISE IVY'S POV "I want a divorce." Rowan’s voice echoes through the sitting room as he throws what look like divorce papers onto the desk in front of me. Tonight is supposed to be our third anniversary, and I’ve prepared all his favorite dishes—only for him to come home and shatter my world with these documents.

but my very spirit endlessly perverted by speculation concerning whatever delirious dance this upstart pretender and I are enacting upon the stage? I'm panting like a winded cur by the climax of this maddening self-interrogation. Every pulse pounding with the seething refusal to let this ridiculously inflated farce go any further. To allow my transcendent destiny among legends to remain forever toxified by a poisonous infatuation for my sworn enemy.

The moment she stepped down from the plane, she made calls to ensure it was properly decorated with twinkling lights, rose petals, and candles. Two waiters were going to be devoted solely to catering their dinner, whatever Hardin wanted. Melanie had visions of slowly dancing under the stars with the man she loved. Instead, she stumbled upon his betrayal, hitting her hard in the face! Before Melanie could respond, Hardin crossed over to her calmly and handed her a stack of papers. "Look, I meant to do this more gently, but I guess the timing worked out. I want a divorce, Melanie. Here are the divorce papers."

Do you know what my biggest wish used to be? Nancy shook her head. "My biggest wish was to marry you," I revealed. I continued calmly, "In the end, I did marry you like I wished, but it turned out that married life with you wasn't as joyful as I thought. So now I have a new wish—to divorce you and live freely. "Nancy, didn't you say you were going to make my wish come true?" Of course, Nancy didn't want to make that wish come true. She asked me over and over why I wanted a divorce. I'd always forgiven her before, so why was I suddenly so set on leaving her?