Crossed Desires

This novel is based on a love triangle where two friends become enemies over a woman. Brat Guren and Miguel Briekd - she will awaken passions in both men, and lust and love will be present among the three, driving them to lose their reason and sanity. A war will break out between these two friends for her love, and only she will have the power to choose with whom she will remain.

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Chapter 2

Brat

Miguel, I don't know... honestly, being at a country estate bores me. What could I possibly do at a place like that? You know that's not my thing, and bringing someone along, even less. You know very well I don't go out with anyone, because taking someone would mean giving them hopes of a commitment, and you know perfectly well that commitment isn't for me. That's just not who I am. I only like to have a good time, and that's it... you know me.

No, Miguel, that's not my thing. I don't know what he's trying to do with this, but he knows I don't like that. I'm not into country estates - what would I even do there? The perfect plan for me is locking myself in a hotel room with a girl, or even several, and spending the day f***ing without commitments, that's it.

I stay quiet for a while, thinking, but no - that's definitely not for me. I'm different, and no matter how much I think about it, that's just not who I am, and so I answer:

-No, no way, that's not my thing, you know me... I tell him.

And he keeps giving me arguments, trying to make me change my mind, but that doesn't work with me.

-And what's the fear of her thinking something? If it happens, fine, and if it doesn't, then it doesn't. Besides, it's about time you settled down. You can't just keep living that way forever... he tells me.

No, never. That's not going to happen. I'm not the type for commitments. My friend is very wrong about me, because that will never happen - not in this life, nor in the next. And I tell him so.

-Ohhh my friend, that's not going to happen. You know how I am - I'm not interested in anything other than f***ing and moving on... I tell him.

And honestly, I don't know what he's trying to do, because I'm never going to change.

-Well, think about it. Maybe later you'll feel like it, and you'll bring someone along... or just go by yourself, he says.

Pfff, yeah right. Maybe in a hundred or two hundred years, or when it starts raining upwards, like his mother says. Hahaha! Sometimes it feels like he doesn't even know me.

-No, better yet, why don't you postpone your trip and we go party in Vegas with a couple of girls I know - they're really hot... I tell him.

Because what he really needs is a couple of gorgeous women to take him, please him, and make him forget about those absurd ideas of marriage.

-Hahaha, Brat, you'll never change, will you... he says.

Why should I change? This is the life I love. Who in their right mind would get bored of having fun with whoever they want, whenever they want? Anyone who does must be insane. The one who needs to change his way of thinking is him, not me. He's the one in a relationship, not me. -Nooo, you know I won't. And it pisses me off that you try to change me... you know I like my life the way it is, doing whatever I feel like with whoever I want. I don't see the problem. You used to be just like me, so why now are you filling my head with cheap words? ... I tell him, irritated.

Because now he thinks he's perfect, just because he's in love. But before, we lived a life without limits.

-Yes, my friend, I used to. But not anymore. I've changed. I'm sorry to say this, but I'm deeply, truly in love, and I believe this is the woman I want to spend the rest of my life with. These aren't cheap words - it's reality. We're no longer kids. It's time to grow up and settle down... he says.

Settle down? What's that supposed to mean? My friend says things I don't understand. Of course, his mother is Latina, so she has a bunch of sayings I don't get. And about us "not being kids anymore," I don't know what he's talking about. It's not like we're seventy. Besides, I'll never get married. So I answer him:

-What the hell are you talking about? I'm only twenty-eight years old. I'm not old for you to talk that way. I'm in the prime of my life - and so are you... I reply, using one of his mother's sayings.

He laughs. I don't. I don't find it funny. In fact, it disgusts me. I'm not old. He's crazy if he thinks I'm going to listen to that nonsense.

-My friend, but you've been living that same life for so long, don't you get bored? ... he asks.

Bored? I laugh. He's insane. Why would I get bored? Who gets tired of having fun with whoever they want? I ask him.

-No. And don't you get bored of always sleeping with the same woman? ... I ask.

Because honestly, I couldn't imagine myself always with the same one. What a drag.

-No. When you're in love like I am, that doesn't happen. And someday the right woman will come along and change your mind. Don't you think it's time to settle down? ... he says.

I don't really know what that word means, but I guess he's talking about changing. Even so, that's not going to happen. I'm not going to fall in love. Ha! I laugh. Never. I'm not the marrying type. Same old story, like my father used to say. Boring. Can't they talk about something else? So I answer, fed up with the subject:

-Never. I'm not crazy like you... I tell him.

And he laughs at what I say, but I don't find it funny at all.

-Yes, I'm crazy, I won't deny it. But crazy about her. And I want you to meet her. I've been with her for three years now, and you still refuse to meet her... he says.

Again with the same thing. What a drag. Why should I? I'm not interested. In fact, it makes me angry that he lets himself get distracted by that nonsense.

That woman has put ideas in his head, when we should be out enjoying ourselves with fun, uncomplicated girls. What a drag. Why did she have to show up with her absurd ideas of love and all that nonsense? I frown in annoyance.

-My friend, why would I want to meet her? You're the one who should care, not me. I'll meet her in due time - like on the day you get married, for example... if you ever do... I tell him.

Though to be honest, I hope he never gets married. Why bother? If it's about sex, they already do it. Why complicate life with such nonsense? To me, it makes no sense.

-I will. That I can assure you. Well, then I won't insist anymore... for now, he says.

Ohhh, good. I laugh to myself. Finally.

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"Don't touch me, you monsters!" I screamed, thrashing away from them but it was futile. I was like a little cotton ball they could crumple in their hands because I was pinned to the floor. Dante held my hands as if I was a broomstick and the other, Caius held my legs with just a simple hand without putting any effort. Cassian stood like the big brother he was, watching, giving the orders and Elias squatted before me. God, how can one be good-looking and wicked at the same time. He pulled my skirt upwards, used his fingers to rub my pussy which suddenly reacted to his touch and ripped the thong in one swift drag , brushing my delicate core purposely. I begged, I cried, scared of what they're going to do to me but they were suddenly stones, concerned on what they wanted alone. "Beat her pretty pink little pussy until she screams." Cassian ordered and I gasped, my heartbeat slamming against my ribs like a war drum. No. No, no, no. "Like this?" He asked darkly, slapping my pussy hard, pain and tingles spread across my body and I screamed. "Fuck, she's throbbing brother." Elias growled and Cassian nodded, his eyes fixed on my folds. "Just like that Elias!" He growled, "beat her and show her what it means to defile our rules." I was living a Peaceful Life until my mum got Married to Vampire King and I was stucked with my three Step brothers who showed me hell and desired me at the same time. I had to run. These men were sick, they were truly cursed in the brains and needed help because how the hell am I trapped in this? But where would I run to? I was trapped. And the worst part? They were enjoying every second of it. TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️ [Contains clear explicit scenes, vulgar and degrading words, kinks and spicy scenes]

Action Fantasy Vampire

8.6

Bound by Vows: Ruthless Desires.

8.6

"Y–You're a sick bastard" He laughed softly, grip loosening from my hand slightly and with eyes will fixed on me, cleaned the spittle slowly with his other hand and licked it. I gulped, a weird heat blooming at the sight of this. Seriously? I bit the bottom of my lips. There's no way I'm getting excited from this... "Delicious" he mused "Let's have you spit on something else with that cute mouth" ___ Alessia Ferraro, tossed as a sacrifice into a marriage with Mafia Lord, Cesare Marchetti in an attempt to save her family must figure out a way to clear her father's name and satisfy this craving Monster. Cold, dominant and possessive, Cesare hates the fact that he's been forced into a marriage with the daughter of a traitor based on a vow his father made. He vows to break her, but she refuses to bow... even as his touch awakens some cravings beyond her control. Will this fire of passion ignite something else, or will the dangers lurking the Shadows fuels it to burn them and leave them dead in their ashes?

Action Modern Romance

8.0

Bounded by moonlight

8.0

In a world divided by species, alliances, and betrayal, Elora, a fearless human wanderer, stumbles into a forbidden territory-a hidden pack of werewolves led by the enigmatic and battle-scarred alpha, Joel. When an ancient prophecy foretells that a human will hold the key to the pack's survival, Elora becomes both their savior and their most dangerous liability. Bound by secrets, hunted by those who fear her power, and torn between loyalty and love, Elora must navigate a treacherous path where every choice could shatter alliances and ignite wars. As tensions rise, she and joel must fight together to protect their pack and uncover the truth behind her destiny, all while grappling with a bond they were never meant to share. Will Elora embrace the magic of the moonlight or let darkness consume her soul?

Action Fantasy Werewolf

8.3

EDEN

8.3

Elianila, an AI Architect, is part of an elite team tasked with designing a global system meant to prevent threats, manage disasters, and distribute resources to vulnerable regions. After five years of tireless work with her colleagues, she uncovers disturbing anomalies, code-named, X-variables, that flag individuals according to criteria she never programmed. As Elianila digs deeper to understand what the X-variables measure and where their origin, she finds herself in direct conflict with the authorities. Soon, the System marks her and her daughter as threats - targets to be eliminated. With a small band of colleagues and dissidents, Elianila goes on the run, hiding in places beyond the Systems reach. As they evade surveillance, they race against time to warn others, expose the truth, and fight back against the omnipresent authority of the System.

Action Adventure LitRPG Sci-Fi

7.5

HATE ME HARDER ( a dark revenge romance)

7.5

Raven Noir, stolen and sold at birth, a lethal assassin scarred by a decade-old rape, infiltrates billionaire Damien Blackwood's elite nightclub empire as stripper, her cover to get close enough to torture and kill the man who unknowingly fathered her daughter. Damien, captivated by her icy control and commanding presence, pulls her deeper with lucrative nights and charged intimacy. But when he encounters her identical twin, the buried memories flood back. Mistaking the twin for his victim, guilt drives him to propose marriage. Devastated, Raven faces an impossible choice: expose the truth, seize her revenge, or let obsession destroy them all in a dark, slow-burn thriller of betrayal and forbidden desire.

Action Mystery Romance

8.5

I Married My Ex-Fiancé's Ruthless Older Brother

8.5

I was a Vitiello, sold to the Morettis to secure an alliance. For five years, I quietly loved Dante, counting down the minutes until our wedding at St. Patrick's Cathedral. But it ended with a single text three minutes before the ceremony. "Stay at the apartment. Sofia is awake. Don't make a scene." His ex-girlfriend, the love of his life, had woken from a coma with no memory. Just like that, I was erased. For thirty days, I waited in the shadows while Dante played hero to a woman who didn't remember him. He told me he was protecting her fragile mind. But then I found the truth. I stood outside the doctor's office and heard Dante refuse a treatment that would restore Sofia's memory. "If she remembers, she might leave again," Dante told the doctor. "Elena will wait. She's a good soldier. Let me have my fantasy." He wasn't protecting her. He was keeping her broken to feed his ego, banking on my submission. He thought I was furniture he could put in storage. He was wrong. I didn't go back to the apartment. Instead, I dialed a number every made man in New York feared. "Matteo," I said to Dante's lethal older brother, the King of the underworld. "I am done waiting. I want to be a Moretti bride. But not Dante's."

Action Modern Romance

Crossed Desires

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