Longing Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

Amid the teasing, Vera blushed and began counting on her fingers. "First, he has to love me deeply. Deep enough to tattoo my name over his heart. "Second, he has to be brave. I heard that on Moonwatch Cliff, there is a briar rose bush. He must pick a stalk for me. "Third—" Before she could finish, the doors of the hall were suddenly pushed open. "Mr. Wren sends his regards and presents these gifts in honor of Miss Vera’s birthday. May she be well and happy."

Doctor Harold appeared to be quite old for her, so them being in a relationship seemed unlikely. “Your ex?” The lady with whom he had been dancing asked him with interest. “Something along those lines.” He informed her vaguely. He had no interest in indulging with a stranger about his estranged relationship with Miranda. “Well, it's clear that you still love her, and I believe she does as well.” The blonde stated. “I believe it is too late for that now.” With that, he left the lady on the dance floor alone. He was clearly not interested in continuing the conversation with her. He, however, ran into someone again while looking for his daughter.

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-

Chloe was stuck on a crossword puzzle. She had six words left and couldn't think of a single answer for any of them. Brownstone walked over to her desk, and Liam was shuffling behind her, looking a bit pale. Chloe looked at him, then dismissed him with a roll of her eyes and looked back at the paper. She asked Brownstone when she got closer, "What's a ten letter word for trustworthy."

Larisa wrote down the last line of the poem and shut her jotter. She yearned for Aleric so badly. Her hand reached out and picked up the goblet of red, thick blood, raising it to her lips. Not that she was hungry. She just needed the blood to serve as an aphrodisiac substitute to what she was feeling, to what she wanted. Sex. A copulation of body and soul with her beloved. But that would not be today, nor tomorrow. His journey still had a few days left in it.

Grian led Fatima to the middle of the ballroom. It feels like the world around them stopped as if it’s just the two of them there. It’s like a dream come true for Grian, the woman he’s been longing for is standing right in front of him in a beautiful red dress, ready for a dance. It feels surreal but it’s finally happening.

But for Lilia, none of that mattered. Her eyes were fixed on the painting—the last item of the night. "Horizon’s Lament," a masterpiece by Elian Devereux, the last work from the renowned artist before his untimely death. She had spent months studying it—memorizing every brushstroke, tracing the artist's intentions in catalog prints, and immersing herself in its history. This was more than just a painting. It was her last connection to something pure, something untouchable. And tonight, she was determined to win it.

Are you excited for tomorrow?" Bob asked as the three of them settled on top of Jin's bed. The older smiled brightly, his eyes were shining from excitement and pure joy as he nodded his head. "I still feel like I'm dreaming." Jin uttered in a dreamy voice that had Justine and Bob squealing. "You're getting married tomorrow!" The two said in unison as they giddily stood and jumped on the bed, dragging Jin with them. They held hands, forming a circle like how little children would as they excitedly jumped and laughed like they haven't done for a long while.

She froze for a moment before quickly opening it and beginning to read. [December 22. New Year is almost here, but I can’t find a reason to feel happy. Jimmy has been missing for three months, and my heart has been hollow ever since. Someone from down south called me and said they had found Jimmy. They asked for fifty thousand. I paid them, but after that, I never heard from them again. Joan cursed me again. She said I was wasteful, crazy, and that I was reaping what I sowed. It’s all my fault. Jimmy would never have gone missing if it wasn’t for me. I’m a sinner.] Joan’s throat tightened. Her stiff fingers slid down the screen.