Long Awaited Feelings Novels & Stories

Whenever I see two seemingly close friends teasing and even insulting each other, my mind always thinks of Yhannie and how we always roast each other to crisp until someone raises the white flag of defeat. I’m so psyched up that I’ll be seeing Yhannie for the first time in five years, and I just can’t describe this feeling of excitement and longing. This feeling of yearning is somewhat different than the type of feeling that I have for Valentine. My longing for Yhannie is like someone having a stick of cigarette for the first time again after being deprived of it for such a very long time. You know you’ve missed it, and once you get even just a single puff of it, you instantly feel such a br

"If you want me to forgive you, then wait three years." He lit up, then faltered. "Why three years?" "I'm going overseas to study. It might take longer. If you don't want to wait—" "I'll wait," he cut in, almost tripping over the words. "If it means you'll forgive me, I'll wait for as long as it takes..." He kept talking, piling promise after promise. However, I didn't listen to any of them. All I heard was him saying, again and again, that he would wait.

Showed the envelope: - The result came out almost a week ahead of schedule. I felt my heart beat faster: - Have you opened it yet? - No... We'll do it together.

" So am I buddy. Talk to me. " "How do you stop feeling?" " You can't . " " I wish I could." " You can't feel the good without the bad ." " I slept with Lea . " She took a deep breath and looked at Dante calmy . " Aiden's ex who's now pregnant with Aiden's father's baby. " " Yes . " " Oh my word ." ©#KCMmuoe

I can hear my own heart beating in the middle of this silence. The words slip through my lips calmly and softly but are lost in this room, even though I can almost feel them hovering around us. Tears wet my lashes, and I close my eyes, surrendering to the anticipation that burns in my chest, ache, tearing it apart. Honestly, time seems to stretch out; the minutes seem to drag by. I don’t even know how long I’ve been waiting for an answer. In fact, I doubt it’s been that long, but it feels like this silence has been upon us for decades.

Ruby A few days have passed since my shift. It feels weird to have someone in your mind all the time, I mean, I really like Hope. I love her company, but I still have to get used to having her in my head. She growled playfully hearing my thoughts, making me chuckle, and we came back to the mansion as soon as a week was completed. Jared has barely stayed away from me, Hope tells me that it's because we haven't mated yet, I feel it too because I feel a constant longing when we are away from each other. It's like a magnet pulls both of us, keeping us glued to each other.

I hadn’t been touched in the way I needed yet, my whole body felt like it was on fire at the same time like it was on ice. I clenched the sheets lightly, fighting the urge to move, to react, to lean into what felt inevitable. I lay there, utterly still, caught between restraint and longing, listening to his steady breathing as the sunset wrapped around us like a secret. And somewhere deep inside me, something stirred. Not fear. Not pain. It was the urge to get what I wanted, the urge to get what I had been longing for over the past couple of years.. And somehow I knew I was going to get it.

It had everything to do with a sudden longing to taste her lips again. Tameka gazed into Copeland's piercing, dreamy eyes, knowing he was waiting for a go-ahead signal from her, sensing her reluctance. It's been weeks, no years since she felt anything like this. No other man has ever come close to making her feel the Copeland does. Her body was taut, aching for his touch, and she didn't want the feeling to slip away.

I did not know how to feel. I continued to reload the screen constantly, hoping that maybe the message had come in but my phone was just a little slow. But, there was nothing and eventually his status had turned to ‘offline’ and I still had no response yet. I hated that I felt that way about him. I hated that I was starting to develop feelings for him just after spending one night and now I couldn’t stop thinking about him. Eventually, I placed my phone aside and laid back on my bed, waiting for that ping sound or to feel it vibrating, hoping it was a response from him. But minutes had gone by and there was still nothing from him.

Holland licked his lips with a sudden longing to taste my lips again. I gazed into Holland's piercing, dreamy eyes, knowing he was waiting for my go-ahead signal, sensing my reluctance. It's been years since I felt anything like this. No other man has ever come close to making me think what Holland makes me feel. My body was taut, aching for his touch, and I didn't want the feeling to slip away.