Desired の小説・ストーリー

Jessy groaned in pain. "Isn't it obvious?" Dale grinned down at her. "I want a rematch." Jessy requested struggling up her feet. "So you could whoop my ass back? Uh-huh." Dale rejected it. "Well.. I'm glad you acknowledged that fact. Common. I'm also hungry" The two headed out the room. Dale stopped and smiled back at the arrays of guns. She felt closer to destiny.

His gaze turned furious. "Daniel" a whisper came out of my mouth in shock. Every moment of my life with him washed over me. Mace's hand tightened in mine and a look of realization came across him. I had told him all about Daniel. Every detail. Daniel's gaze came to my face. Not furious but soft, loving. "What the hell do you want Daniel?" Mace growled beside me. "What is rightfully mine." Daniel growled in equally angry voice. "I want my mate back. I want India."

nervous they would say no “We decided if that is what you want princess, we will do that for you, but Isaac has to keep his hands off me as desirable as I am I’m all for you only baby” relief and desire rushed through me. “How is your photoshoot going? are you safe?” Isaac asked I had to roll my eyes what the hell could happen seriously but his protectiveness was adorable.

I watched his Adam's apple bob as he swallowed the contents finding it a strangely appealing sight. "I told you, I wouldn't want to be your second choice." "And I told you, I don't want a relationship. I just want to fuck." "At least we're laying all our cards down on the table," I sighed, casting my eyes down on the designed heart made of cream floating on top of my latte. "If it makes you feel any better, I wouldn't stop what I do for anyone," Ace said with a sullen expression, "so don't get your panties in a knot about it but if you insist on doing so, at least let me assist in unknotting it."

It was his favourite. My sweet.

And like that, we were in front of my quarters at the east end of the long walkway. “Let’s get in,” he said. “Wow, a huge flat screen television, and is that a game console?” he asked, with a hint of excitement. “Yeah, it is a Playbox series R pro infinity edition” “What the heck is that!? What type of naming sense is that?” he replied, laughing hysterically. “Okay now, let’s get to class”. Then he said; “System, take us to the realm of infinity.”

"Who are you? What are you after?" The person who broke in made a cold smile with his lips. "It doesn't matter what you call me, but Alpha Drake is fine. And what I want is pretty easy to explain. I want the Moonlit Talisman right away." Amelia's grip on Ethan's hand got tighter, and she looked at him with a determined look in her eyes. "Drake, you won't be able to get it. The symbol is meant to keep people safe, not to be used to get power."

I responded and Eve smiled at me. "Let me guess, Finn? Or Vander?" She guessed "Finn" I responded "Of course. So are you settled on him then?" She asked "Maybe. I like them both but Vander is too safe and comfortable. Finn is exciting and sweet and thoughtful and kind." I said and Eve laughed "Have you told them?" Eve inquired "Not yet. I was going to try to talk to Finn tomorrow but I'm not going to tell Vander for a bit. I'm still a little gun shy about a relationship" I explained

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I rocked forward on my seat, placing my hand on Triston's knee. It was as if I had shot him, his eyes peeled open staring at me. His voice showed his annoyance. Maybe to others it was out of his drowsiness, but I knew better. It was my touch. "What?" "They are serving us lunch while we refuel. What would you like?" Triston readjusted in his seat, "What do you have?" He asked the attendent, who repeated the menu to him. He thought for a moment, "I will have the bolognese." Triston rubbed the sleep from his eyes. The attendent left them,