Curiosity Novels & Stories

The important thing is not that people are curious; rather, it's that someone is organizing that curiosity. Kael stops walking, and Mira takes two more steps before realizing he has halted, and then she stops as well and turns to face him. "What?" she asked. "Organizing curiosity," he repeated. "Yes." "By whom?" he asked. "I don't know yet," she replied, "but it's not random."

“You’ve been impressive for a long time.” “Yes,” I say softly. “And I think I’m done performing that version of myself.” He doesn’t respond immediately. Then: “Who are you when you’re not impressive?” I don’t answer right away. “That’s what I’m finding out.” He smiles—not reassuringly, not proudly. Curiously. That matters. Curiosity feels like invitation without demand. We sit with that. Desire is no longer whispering now. It doesn’t shout either. It states. It says: This way.

“Why are you so curious about me? Don't tell me you are into me already?" “What? Me?' I gasped, surprised by his question. Then his expression became serious, ”But sorry to say this, I don't do relationship." He said, causing my curiosity to intensified. “And why is that?" I asked, holding his gaze, challenging him. “You are a curious woman." He admitted, shaking his index finger at me. “And curious women are really dangerous, more dangerous than other women." He replied, nodding his head in agreement. “It is a habit of mine. And my curiosity is my strength, since it let me know my enemy ahead." I explained to him, knowing that

"So greedy. Remember, this is on my schedule. Now, go. I'll be in the bedroom in a minute, and you'd better be ready." Excitement, curiosity, anxiousness...were only some of the many emotions flooding my bloodstream as I hurried toward our bedroom. Each step intensified the suspense. Being with Nox was like a high I never wanted to go away. If Nox were a pill, I'd sell my soul for a lifetime prescription.

“But it’s not your honesty I’m interested in. It’s your motives.” He walked toward me slowly, every step deliberate. “You don’t trust me,” I said quietly. “Trust is earned. You haven’t earned mine.” “And you think locking away information helps?” I countered. He stopped just in front of me, close enough that I could feel the heat radiating off his body. “Curiosity,” he murmured, “killed more than just cats in my world, Elena.” I didn’t flinch. “I’m not afraid of your world.”

I hesitated. Then answered honestly. “I don’t think it’s angry.” That earned several concerned looks. Ash pointed at the floor. “I would actually prefer if the giant ancient thing was angry.” Kaelen frowned. “Why?” “Because curious is worse.” Nobody argued with him. Because he was right. Curious things asked questions. And curious things didn’t always like the answers. The creature looked toward the darkness beneath the fracture. “It’s wondering.” Lucien immediately stiffened. “Wondering what?”

Levi's gaze met mine, his eyes aflame with a fierce determination. Curiosity gnawed at me, fueled by the intensity of Levi's conviction. As his gaze met mine, his eyes ablaze with determination, I couldn't help but voice the question that had been brewing within me. "Levi," I began, my voice laced with a mix of curiosity and concern, "how did a member of the Red Fang pack manage to infiltrate our pack house undetected? It seems unfathomable."

The need to satisfy her curiosity gnawed at her, urging her to uncover the truth. Nora's curiosity overwhelmed her, and despite her initial hesitation, she couldn't resist the urge to follow the stranger into her daughter's classroom block. Stepping out of the car, her heart raced with a mix of anticipation and disbelief. She had to find out what he was doing there, even if it meant facing him once again. As she walked briskly towards the classroom, Nora's mind raced with countless questions. Why was he entering Graycen's class? Did he have any legitimate reason to be there? The conflicting emotions of annoyance, confusion, and

Call it greed or anything all I wanted that moment was to know the whereabouts of Nathaniel. "Just answer, I am dying to know you know how curious I get as a person." In a way I was right, if curiosity was a person it most definitely had to be, in terms of curiosity j doubted if anyone was more curious than I was . The best thing was not knowing and if I got to know eventually, I would want to know more and more till there was nothing left to know. That was the way it was with me and it appeared to be a hereditary emotion because my mother acted the same way as well, we were both as curious as cats and I guess that was what migh

Cracking an eye open slowly, he lets a sharp intake of air jolting his body upwards making his back pressed up even more over the cold rock. He was met with a pair of almond shaped and slightly obliquely amber eyes, burned with a fierce fire within. It gazed at him, looking right into his face and Iandor doesn't have a clue on why was he gazing back. Its nonsense! Its stance showed dominance and confidence yet those yellow-orange orbs held no hatred, no malice, no fear but rather curiosity. Curiosity killed the cat, but how about a wolf?