Your Majesty I Want You Novels & Stories

I wanted to kiss her more often, I wanted to live kissing her until I died, but I knew that was the last time. "What would it be like for the last time if I was burning with desire for you, my love?" I asked myself, got up from the floor, and went up the stairs to my room. I was going to take a cold shower to try to calm my lust. Furthermore, I was completely crazy about that woman. ****

“M, wake up! I need you and I am waiting for you. You have ten minutes. Fifteen, if your mother left something for breakfast, and you bring some for me.” “Okay, okay!” I stretched, but relaxed and closed my eyes again. “M, I am in the truck,” he stated, and in a second I was on my feet and staring through my window. “Damn, M” I hit behind my curtains when I saw him looking at me from his truck across the street. “Just… Give me…Yeah, fifteen.” “No makeup needed, pretty,” he ordered. “I want you as you are.” My jaw dropped, as my heart imagined him “wanting me”, not just waiting for me to go out. I ended the call, feeling how my breathing changed again.

The idea of rejection made her stubborn, so she clung to Nicholas. "Because I am worthy of love and praise," Majesty yelled, not looking ashamed of the sins she had committed. "You deserve to be nothing but a keeper of the dead bodies. So I curse you with an eternity of pain. Whenever someone dies, you will be there to collect the bodies, as you will feel the pain once the bodies are not delivered to you. You will feel what the dying person felt until you get the body," Her words shook Majesty. She frowned and stared at her in silence.

YOU WANNA BE AN ALFA SO YOU CAN BE WITH THAT MAIDEN, RIGHT? "I... Want..." "WHAT DO YOU WANT?" "I WANT TO FUCK KARTIKA TILL THE LAST OF OUR BREATH!!" "I KNOW THAT HUMANS ARE BAD, BUT YOU ARE THE WORST HUMAN I HAVE EVER SEEN. I DO HATE YOU BUT SEEING THE DEPRESSED YOU LIKE THIS IS SOMETHING I HATE EVEN MORE. I’LL LEND YOU MY POWER TILL IT’S OVER. YOU CAN HAVE THIS POWER ONCE YOU MATCH ME SOMEDAY."

Seeing her intensified the fire raging inside me. “Your Majesty.” She bared her neck. “What do you want?”

Squeezing my eyes shut tight, I try to drown out the sounds of the dungeon around me. ‘Are you there?’ I call out into my mind. ‘I have always been here,’ Majesty responds. ‘Not always,’ I say bitterly. ‘You just forgot how to talk to me,’ Majesty responds. ‘Who is my mate?’ I ask her. Majesty laughs loudly in my mind. ‘You are clueless.’ ‘And you are kind of a bitch,’ I snap back at her. Majesty continues to laugh at me. ‘Who else have you touched and felt electricity? It is like mate finding 101.’

He wanted to take over my body and kill her. “Your majesty,” she purred, still trying to seduce me. “Am I not beautiful enough to be your bride?”

With the type of person Mr Gray was, I could get fired if it appeared I was ideal. “Miss Scarlett, I didn't want this hairstyle, but Miss Azula insisted. She said all my wishes would come true if I wore it this way.” Marissa said, smiling happily as she patted her hair. "Miss Azula said that to you?" I enquired, realizing that Azula was manipulative and deceitful. “Yes. So, now I can make secret wishes." She said, putting a small hand over her mouth and whispering to me. “So, what wishes did you make?" I asked, playing along.

“You're staring.” “Iㅡ” My heart suddenly seemed to slam against my ribcage and I couldn't bring myself to say anything. He stepped closer, his finger reaching up to brush against my cheek. Soft. Reverent. I shuddered as the pad of his fingers traced my skin like the ghost of a prayer. “I missed you, you know? I can't tell you how…happy I am seeing you after all these years… I still think of you.” My words were caught in my throat. “Remy…” I whispered.

"And one more thing. The twins are the result of the love my wife and I have for each other. I will never let anything happen to them. If you dare touch any of them, I'll drag you and Ian down to hell with me!" Amanda stumbled backward. She'd never seen this side of me before. "No… That's not what you said in the past… You said you couldn't live without me…" "You said it yourself. That was the past." I eyed her coldly. "And right now, all I want is for you to stay the hell away from me." "Mandy…" At that moment, a timid voice cut in. Ian walked over, holding a cup of coffee, his gaze flicking back and forth between us.