Longing Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

"No, no, just please... make it quick." The clerk worked efficiently, but Anthony had overlooked the mandatory one-month waiting period. "What, a month? We don't need to wait. I want this divorce now." The clerk calmly explained that it was the law, and they had no choice but to wait. Anthony's assistant lunged to stop him in his tracks. "Mr. Harris, we need to find Mrs. Harris first. If you end up behind bars for starting a fight, you won't be able to search for her at all."

Their kiss grew intense, demanding, and longing. ***

That was three years ago. For three years, I've carried his picture everywhere, never letting it out of my sight. And now, Sarah shows up and says she wants to see him. I held my father's portrait and sobbed until I couldn't breathe. "Dad... I miss you so much. I'm taking you away. I won't let her find you." I don't know how long I cried. Then I heard a key turning in the lock. My head snapped up. My mom was standing in the doorway.

Listening to her smug, self-righteous words, James’s fists clenched tighter. Yes, he had figured it out too late. The shattered glass cut deeper into his hand, blood dripping steadily onto the floor. With trembling fingers, he traced a single number in his own blood on the broken mirror, “7”. Only seven days left.

A small smile touched her lips as she murmured to herself, "You've already taken ninety-nine steps toward me, Caleb. I'll make the last one." When she passed a bakery, she went inside and carefully picked out several boxes of my favorite pastries. Then she called me. "Caleb, where are you?" she asked softly. "I know I went too far before, and I'm on my way home now. Have you eaten yet? I bought you some pastries you like." However, my voice never came through the line. All she heard was a cold, automated message. "The person you have dialed is not available. Please try again later."

“I don’t think I can.” Chloe dragged me up from the couch. “That’s exactly why you have to.” She pushed me towards her bedroom. “And, I have the perfect dress for you.” Two hours later, we were sitting inside DEX-LOUNGE, one of the most popular clubs in New York. The space was covered in red and blue from the party light, and the DJ was playing electronic dance music on full blast. “Here, take another shot.” Chloe handed me the sixth glass of vodka for the night. My head was already light, and I could barely see straight.

But the thing is, they don’t really know what I really am. I’m just a girl who longs for a man who could make me happy with simple surprises; a man who could assure me that I’m the only one; a man who wouldn’t get mad and shout at me when I get jealous; a man who could understand what a woman like me goes through. That kind of man that’s hard to find. I wonder if there’s a man like that. …Especially when I’m a woman who’s viewed as the woman with a long list of ex-lovers.

I vaguely remembered that the code to the door was my birthday date, but now, it wouldn't open no matter what I did. I texted Nathan and asked, "I need to pack. Can you tell me the code?" Just like always, there was no reply to my message. It wasn't until my whole body had gone numb from the cold that the door lock finally clicked open. The passcode was Nathan and Lily's wedding date. A woman's soft, flirty voice spilled through the gap in the door. "Nate, feel this rosary. Isn't it smooth from all the work I've done on it?"