Long Awaited Feelings Novels & Stories

It was a moment of pure connection, where words seemed unnecessary as our bodies spoke the language of love and longing. I didn’t resist his embrace; instead, I welcomed it wholeheartedly. For over a year, I had yearned to feel the safety and tenderness of Marius’s arms around me, and now, it was finally happening. The feeling was surreal yet comforting, like a dream coming true after a long journey of anticipation and desire. In that quiet moment, as we lay intertwined, I couldn’t help but marvel at the depth of emotions coursing through me. It was more than just physical intimacy; it was a profound connection, an affirmation of our love and mutual longing.

Mine, the one I have been searching for, for 31years. " Man, our mate is here" Lowell said through mind link, confirming my suspicion, which piqued my excitement, finally my long awaited mate was here. I immediately bring the car to a halt and question him hurrily. " Where is she? show me" I command him, he agrees before beginning the search. I don't know what I should be feeling at the moment, happiness, sadness. I have no idea. I have been waiting for her for so long. What if I don't like her, or worse she doesn't like me.

The outcome was uncertain, but the opportunity to finally meet with Beatrice beckoned me, pulling at the deepest corners of my heart. My heart raced at the revelation. A surge of emotions—relief, excitement, and nervousness—flooded my being. The torment of longing for Beatrice, knowing she belonged to another, had weighed heavily upon me. Yet, now, the possibility of a private meeting offered a glimmer of hope, a chance to bridge the chasm that had separated us.

I put my hand over his, my anticipation swelling to a crescendo. “Ten,” Cin whispered, “nine, eight…” A sharp look from me shut her up. Just as the clock struck midnight. I expected to feel fireworks. I expected to feel love rushing through my veins, the kind spoken about by the pack elders in awe and fascination. I expected to feel something, anything – But I felt exactly the same as I always did.

He waited. Not with impatience — not anymore, or not always. There were moments, still, when the impatience rose up in him like a tide, when he wanted to pick up the phone or walk to the building or do something, anything, to make the waiting end. Those moments came less frequently now. They passed more quickly. He had learned to recognize them for what they were — not signals, not messages from the universe, not instructions. Just feelings. Just the ordinary difficulty of wanting something you couldn't control.

" I rashly take a looked at the letters one by one, and my heart and my hands were shivering, twitching like I'm being paranoid or crazy or whatever I was at the moment, it was indescribable emotion. But then, I felt water creeps down my cheek to found out that she's been waiting for me for almost how many months. The dates told me about it. " Ylisha," I weakly whispered her name. And I can't wait to see her. I actually hated myself, cursing myself, and I punches my chest many times as my knees fell on the ground, feeling weak and I couldn't get over about the letters. I'm imagining her situations while she's jotting down the letters, what she felt while she's waiting for me to come back hom

There was no scheduled day for his arrival therefore I had buried away my expectations in an endeavour to not be disappointed in the case he ended up being late. It has been exactly seven months indeed but Moira warned me the males may arrive later as it all depends on their success with the hunt and if they had provided the other pack with half of their produce. But my hope stood tall as always and I waited for him dedicatedly. It is not excitement that I feel this very moment rather a feeling of welcoming a part of my soul back for the voidness I sensed after he left could not be filled no matter what I did but at this moment I sense it stitching itself close for it has gained what it had

It's a never-ending cycle and the longer he stays away, the worse it becomes. Where is he? I have to go to the bathroom. I'm stressed. Hungry. Thirsty. Tired. Hurting. I didn't think that I'd want to see him but taking into account the circumstances, I really need him to get here quickly. The day is uncommonly long. Waiting has that effect. This feels like the longest day in the world for me and the sky is still light. I feel like if I wait any longer I’m going to explode.

i longed to be with him, to be wrapped in his arms, to feel his breath on my skin, and to bask in his love. As i watched, Nikau suddenly paused and looked up, as if sensing my presence. i felt my heart flutter, hoping that he would somehow sense my longing and come to me. But Nikau simply shook his head and went back to chopping wood, as if he couldn't sense me at all.

There is a form of waiting that seems like salty stones kissed by soft onshore winds. It isn't very warm, but there is a sense of tranquilly, of nature, of things to come. Then there's the sort that feels like the head of a mediaeval mace is loose in my stomach and my skull has been pummelling with a large plank of wood. And it was the latter as I waited to feel her, my wolf's presence with in me. After days, months and years of waiting, she finally made her presence known. Taking over my body and mind and shifting her way into the world. It was supposed to be a joyous moment for me and my family. However, this is not the case. Because of my deeds.