When Duty And Desire Meet Novels & Stories

Angel of desire On Saturday at 4pm, to meet your designated partner before the final meeting, you must come to the following address, where you will enter with your car to where there is a private door, no one will see or recognize you, you will go through a lighted hallway where you will be taken to the private cubicle where you will put on the mask and others to meet your designated partner, you must approach in absolute silence and touch your chest, your back, your legs and nod if you like it and accept. Then your partner will do the same, touch your chest, your back, your legs, and nod if you like and accept, after this act each one of you will go to your cubicle where you will change yo

(Ryder’s POV) The weeks that followed that stolen, dangerous afternoon on her living room couch turned into the most emotionally turbulent and confusing period of my entire young life, because no matter how many times I tried to convince myself that what we were doing was wrong, immoral, and deeply destructive to everyone involved. I simply could not bring myself to walk away from Elena. She had managed to burrow deep under my skin in a way that no woman, not even her own daughter, had ever come close to achieving. It was not merely the physical pleasure we shared, although that was undeniably powerful and addictive. It was something far more dangerous — the way she looked at me afterward wi

“People like Ashford don’t slip up in a first meeting. You pressure them too soon, and they shut you out completely. Now, he’ll think we’re walking away.” I narrowed my eyes. “And are we?” Nathaniel finally met my gaze, his own unreadable. “No.” I wanted to believe him.

he said with satisfaction behind the girl's ear, who was already squirming. She would never have thought that just like he had dreamed of the girl, this would be the reaction to what he would do. “Nickolai is right; you really are horny, Des! ” he whispered. Desiree listened intently to what he was saying, but she didn't seem to care. Excitement overwhelmed her at the strange sensations the man she didn't even know was making her taste. The girl's moans doubled as one of the man's palms slid down her middle.

“You think you do. But there are parts of him you haven’t seen yet.” I lifted my chin. “Then tell me. What haven’t I seen?” She hesitated, then spoke with brutal certainty. “Kai was raised to rule, to uphold the traditions of this pack—traditions that demand strength above all else. Do you really believe love will be enough when he is forced to choose between you and his responsibility?” “You think he’ll choose duty,” I said quietly. "We are fated mates. Why must he choose?" Melissa didn’t answer. Instead, she turned back toward the house. “Think about what I’ve said, Cameron. And be certain you’re ready for all of him.”

She asks, going back to the previous conversation. “There’s nothing to tell Callie so let it go.” “Okay then. I’ll get you the number.” “Thank you.” Callie finally leaves my office and I get back to work trying to keep my mind off Vanessa and her enchanting eyes. *************** Later that day, my assistant, Judy, an older woman —because I didn’t want the risk of having a young woman try to seduce me or me starting an affair with an assistant, it’s one of the closest ways to destroy a man— comes into my office and says, “Sir, this is from Miss Callie, she said you requested for it.”

The following days passed in a blur of deadlines, meetings, and long hours, yet Lena found herself looking forward to every second. Working closely with Alex was both exhilarating and exhausting. The office, usually a place of routine, had become a stage for subtle games of attention and desire. Every time he passed by her desk, brushing past her shoulder, or leaned over her to point at a file, a spark ran through her that she couldn’t ignore. She told herself it was unprofessional, that it was impossible, yet she secretly craved those fleeting touches.

I said slowly, “is it about emotional connection… or physical desire?” Jeff paused. Just slightly. Then he answered carefully. “It can be interpreted both ways.” I hummed softly, pretending to think. “And what about forbidden attraction?” His eyes lifted from the page. “Forbidden?” he repeated. “Yes,” I said innocently. “Like when someone wants something they know they probably shouldn’t.” The silence stretched for a moment then Jeff closed the book gently. “That interpretation,” he said slowly, “would depend on context.” My heart fluttered. Oh yes.

And directly across from him—Noah Reyes. Up close, he looked even more unfair. Hazel eyes, long lashes, a slow, confident smile that made people lean closer without realizing it. Ethan could smell him: cedar, fresh grass, something darker underneath that made his pulse spike. Noah’s gaze lifted. For half a second their eyes locked. Something flickered there—surprise, maybe curiosity. Then Noah looked away with a lazy grin like it meant nothing. The game started. Bottle spin. Truth or dare. Confessions about crushes, embarrassing stories, a ridiculous dare involving someone singing karaoke on the coffee table.

he says softly, his voice rasping with held-back emotion, “and as you now hear, I loved you.” She closes her eyes for a beat, clearly straining to stay strong. Her whole body quivers with restraint. There’s a war raging outside, yes, but there’s a quieter, more dangerous battle happening here between duty and desire. “I know what we said…” she murmurs, her voice thick with conflict, “but I can’t run away from my duty.” Ramsey lifts his face to her like she’s sunlight breaking through clouds. And he’s crying, silent, unashamed tears slipping down his cheeks. The rawness in his expression grips something deep inside me.