Dangerous Thirst Novels & Stories

At some point, I notice I am thirsty. Really thirsty. My lips are cracked, tongue swollen. How long has it been since I drank anything? The water pitcher sits on the table across the room. Ten steps away. Might as well be a hundred miles. I do not move. The thirst intensifies. Becomes pain. Still, I do not move. You are dying, some distant part of my brain observes clinically. Dehydration. Another day or two and it will be irreversible. Good. Let it be irreversible. Let this end.

There are cooking pans, a stove, cutlery and many more. I pulled the fridge open and grabbed a bottle of water. The mouth of the bottle met my lips as I drank like a dehydrated animal. I don't know why I'm so thirsty. Sometimes I get hungry so fast even when I just ate. My lips were always dry; my muscles are a pain in the arse as well. “Can't sleep?” A sudden voice appeared out of nowhere. A raspy cough escaped my half opened lips, water coming out from it. I choked and kept coughing until water dried up my throat. This is why I hate it when people startle me when I'm drinking or eating something. I get surprised easily, resulting in my jumpy behavior.

“Because you’re not what they thought you were. And now, you’ve become dangerous.” “I’ve never hurt anyone in my life so what do you mean by telling I’m dangerous!” My voice cracked. “That doesn’t matter. It’s not about what you’ve done, Elara. It’s what you could do.” I stared at him, throat tight. “What does that even mean?” Before he could answer, the lights above us flickered. The glass panels of the greenhouse groaned like the wind had shifted wrong. Thorne stiffened. “They’re close.” “What is happening?” I shouted, heart pounding against my ribs.

Keilah’s blood had stirred something within me, something primal, something dangerous. I exhaled slowly, closing my eyes as a familiar hunger simmered in my veins. It gnawed at me relentlessly, a constant reminder of what I had almost done. The memory of her nearly lifeless form haunted me, but that wasn’t all. Her blood had awakened something deeper and darker within me—a primal urge I couldn’t ignore. I could still taste its warmth on my lips, an electric pulse thrumming through my body. I exhaled sharply, desperate to clear my mind and push the darkness back into the shadows.

"It's really not a bad idea, you know." "Of, course. It isn't." I say with a blank expression. "You are just looking dull. You need to go out and have fun. Drink and party all night." "I don't want to, Clara." "Why is that." "I can't. Those men are out there, looking for me. I need to be safe." "You are safe. It's been a week now. I bet they should have given up. You are lucky and strong so you shouldn't be afraid of them."

she asked, reaching between them to wrap her fingers around his cock. His breath whistled through his teeth and he flexed in her grip. "Common sense—which apparently I don't seem to have—says I should never have started with you. I'll probably go to hell for pulling you into this life I live. It's too erratic. Too unsafe. But the truth is, the minute I saw you my brain took a vacation and my body took over. And with each time we spent together, you became more and more important to me. Now I've put you in danger, yanked out of your home in the middle of the night—"

“You idiot! You ungrateful daughter. Stupidity is the reason why your mother died early. You're a worthless piece of shit!” Emily cried even more as he gestured to the police to move Dr. Morris to the mobile car. He was afraid that something would happen at any minute to Emily's baby. *** The house was filled with a cry and gentle tone from two women. Nimueh let Emily cry on her shoulder while he was walking back and forth in front of them. “The baby is not mine. Why did you not tell me about this ahead of? You put my family in danger.” He stopped from questioning and analyzing everything when a hard thing touched his head. He looked at the floor where the thick book landed flat then to Nimu

My feet are bleeding from running through the woods. I can feel the stones cutting into me. My lungs feel like they are on fire. The branches from the trees have scratched my face all to hell, but still, I keep running. I swear I wake up in a sweat every time I have that dream. I can't do this anymore. Its been over a year and I have now decided to run. The dreams have gotten worse since I made the choice to run and hide. I will change everything about myself if I have to.

My mouth dries, thirsting for his throbbing tool. "I'm surprised," he continues as Kara's head descends, "oooh, fuck that's a sweet mouth. It seems like someone so eager for a face full of cum would have more experience in this area. Maybe Kara here can give you some pointers. Suck it good for her, honey."

It was as if he had locked with those eyes of his. My eyes searched his face to tell what he was thinking, and what I could bring out was amusement. Why was he amused? Is it me? Suddenly his face changed to a hard one, and I could feel the air beginning to get cold. I heard Khloe’s teeth clattering together in fear and I couldn’t help the laughter that burst out of my mouth. Seriously? I had never prayed for an earthquake to happen before, but I just did. “Miss.Aphrodite here wants to tell us what is funny. Let’s listen to her,” Thorne said calmly, his eyes trained on me.