Fragile Longing Novels & Stories

I didn’t understand why but I felt a hollowness within the confines of my heart. The feeling had been persistent for the past one month ever since I heard the news but I had assumed that it would go away with time. But contrary to my belief, it only intensified. I realised only later that it was a feeling of longing that first started within my chest, to the point where I thought I might puke my stomach’s contents before it averted it’s focus to my eyes.

] Attached was a photo of a deserted restroom, unmistakably the one at the party venue. … I tracked down the source of the noise and as I approached the door, Franklin's voice floated out. "I was starting to think you didn't care about me anymore." Macie's voice was a hushed, icy blade. "If you want this to last, play by the rules. We're nothing more than a brief fling. Cross my husband, and you'll regret it."

But until then, I remained trapped in this emotional rollercoaster, helpless to resist the ups and downs that he seemed to trigger with such ease. The bittersweet taste of longing lingered on my lips, a constant reminder of what could never be. I yearned for acceptance, for validation, for love, but deep down, I knew it was a prize forever out of reach. The ache within me grew, a hollow echo that resonated through every waking moment. In the silence, I whispered secrets to myself, hoping against hope that somehow, someway, things might change. But the truth remained: some dreams are meant to remain just that – dreams. And I was left to navigate the twilight of what could never be, forever tr

> Host… you are the product of a wish made from loss, from longing… Dream’s desperate, foolish, heartbroken wish. I pressed my face into my hands, rocking slightly. My chest ached in ways I didn’t know possible. A mix of anger, confusion, and a hollow, aching sorrow spread through me. My life, the one I had built here, the one that felt so painfully real, was built on a thread of someone else’s grief, a single, reckless wish whispered into the void.

Out of nowhere, like he did last time? I let out a soft laugh. God, I can’t wait to see him. Maybe I’m losing my mind. This feeling — it’s driving me insane. This longing burns straight through my chest, makes it hard to breathe. Like I’m suffocating under the weight of someone’s shadow. Someone I desperately want to hold… but who still stands far, far away. Yongju… I’m coming home. -o0o-

“Fragile. She’s never done this before. Never been touched like this. If I take her now...really take her.. she won’t walk tomorrow. She’ll be limping. Marked. Knotted. Sore. And she’ll wake up with my cum leaking out of her and panic. Guilt. Regret. I won’t do that to her.” The wolf laughed again low, and vicious. “She’s not fragile. She’s starving. She’s dripping for you right now, can’t you smell it? That sweet, ripe heat rolling off her even in sleep? She’s clenching her thighs around nothing, whispering your name like a prayer. She’s not going to regret it. She’s going to beg for more. She’s going to wake up tomorrow and spread her legs the second she sees you. She’s yours. Stop pretend

I pondered the feasibility of transforming our forbidden love into a tale of triumph against societal norms. With each passing moment, as the room basked in the glow of morning, I grappled with the complexities of love and longing. The fragility of my hope, akin to a delicate blossom vulnerable to the changing winds, left her uncertain about the path that lay ahead. In the quiet solitude of my contemplation, I clung to a vision of love that defied societal expectations, even as the world outside our sanctuary remained unmoved by the silent plea of two hearts entangled in a forbidden dance.

"To my dear husband, I want you to know that I love you, ALL OF YOU, and I always will. I am committed to our marriage until death does us part. At times, in moments of deep frustration, I may have questioned otherwise, but that was my immature way of seeking love from you when I should have been looking for you to fill the void in my temporarily wandering heart. Beloved, I know I have hurt you countless times with my words and actions, and for all of them – I sincerely and humbly ask for your forgiveness. Since my heart was made to fit with yours in our sacrament of marriage, I long for you even when my heart is broken, even when I feel so hurt by my own actions or lack thereof that my hear

“Do you truly believe these fragile voices can carry beyond these mountains? Eris’s grip is strong.” “Fragile is stronger than we know,” Sophia replied. “Glass can cut, embers can ignite. They will carry hope if we give them reason to hold it.” Elise appeared, threads of her loom tucked under her arm. “The weave can extend outward,” she said. “But only if we thread it carefully. Too fast, and the currents fracture. Too slow, and the outside world drowns us in Eris’s lies.” Sophia nodded. “Then we thread with intention. Let our chorus grow, not crumble.”

but if I had, why did I always end up here all alone? I groan and get up am feeling feverish, and I need to cool down. I walk to the tiny sink and switch on the light; there is a tiny mirror, and I stare at my reflection. The person staring back at me is a stranger I can barely recognize. I feel so much longing, a longing so deep it’s almost a physical, tangible thing; I want so much and feel too much. I pick the water glass by the sink and pour myself some water from the tap and take a sip. I feel so frustrated and in so much pain. I just want to end it; I want it to stop, so I can rest and stop feeling rejected like I don’t belong anywhere. I throw the glass into the mirror, and it shatter