Longing Hearts Novels & Stories

It was love’s last fight. The village square faded, melting back into the cave’s dark. The silence was loud and deafening. They stood in a big cave. The walls glowed soft pink, like a living heart. In the middle, floating, was the Blood Moon’s heart. It was a swirling, beautiful, terrible knot of light, every stolen smile, every memory of love, every joyful moment from their village, all twisted into a desperate, lonely imitation of a heart. It beat with the pounding they heard outside. Boom. Boom. Boom.

He looked up and closed his eyes, trying to calm his raging heart asking for medicine from the longing that had hurt him. ** Sinokmput

"Seven years... and I'm finally marrying you." How much must someone love another to sound like that? Still dazed, she barely registered the sales associate chirping beside her. "Ms. Medici, Mr. Lopez personally designed this gown. He hand-picked every diamond—each one worth a fortune. And there are ninety-nine of them! “Most grooms grow impatient waiting, but Mr. Lopez has been involved in every step without a single complaint. He truly loves you." Yara glanced at Mateo, taking it all in.

“That’s because no matter where we are, no matter what happens next...our hearts will always meet in the same place.” She swallowed, her pulse unsteady. “And where is that?” His blue eyes burned into hers. “With each other.” Elena’s breath hitched. Because it was true. They had fought. They had bled. They had broken. But in the end, their hearts had always found their way back. And now, finally, they were exactly where they were meant to be. The End!

"Final ten seconds on the countdown. Your body will now shut down, fully detaching from the mission world. Ten, nine, eight, seven, six…" Their figures grew smaller and fainter until they disappeared entirely. I closed my eyes with peace, a smile of release curling my lips. When the system counted down the last number, my heart stopped—not another beat heard.

He​r em⁠otion⁠s were a sto⁠rm: hurt⁠, longing, and a reckless‌ curiosity all ming​lin‌g to‌get⁠he⁠r. Each⁠ red light felt like a test of patienc⁠e, b‍ut she refused to slow do‌w‍n. She had to see him. She had t‌o feel something real—some​thing⁠ that belonged entirely t⁠o her.

Kieran kissed her—soft and sweet and full of forever. Mira kissed him back. The garden was cold, the roses were dead, and the darkness was still waiting at the edges. But for now—for this moment—they were happy. --- That night, they made love in the bedroom, the city lights glowing through the windows. It was different now. Not desperate, not hungry. Just... tender. Kieran moved inside her with a reverence that made Mira's heart ache. He whispered her name like a promise, like a prayer, like the answer to a question he'd been asking his whole life.

I groan, my voice getting louder at each word. I can feel the weird looks I am getting from passers-by, but I don't care. I'm frustrated, broke, and angry. It's not a new feeling. It's been a constant for the past five years. But then my current frustration is Jody, my co-worker at Reach Media. Jody just got engaged, and why is that frustrating to me? It's because I am bitter. I am a bitter, bitter person. I have been engaged for five fucking years and I don't even have a ring to show for it.

Then, with beautiful eyes slightly narrowed, a hint of tenderness flashed in his eyes. Raising his fingers, he began to lightly strum the guitar. "You, quietly came by Silent in my dreams Residing in my heart Making me toss and turn in the lonely night You, gradually profound Like dazzling fireworks Blooming in my chest A shackle of eternal thoughts, I can't break free Longing is my sin Waiting for your 'love me' ..." The gentle and deep voice spread slowly across the concert venue, carrying a lingering affection. Diana couldn't help but let out a scream deep within her.

Warm, wet, long, with the use of our tongues. He pulls himself long enough to breathe. “I’ve been holding back, Keila. If only you knew,” he whispers urgently. “I’ve been trying to fight this crave. But you're way too much to bear. I want you…and I know you feel the same way too.” And he's right. I want him as much as he wants me. And even though the remaining logical side of me is trying to keep me away from the longing I finally have in my grasp, the longing of the heart is just way too hard to handle.