Longing Hearts Novels & Stories

“Get out” I don’t hesitate, I leave, escaping as fast as my legs can carry me. The hallway feels too long, longer than I remember and it takes me a few seconds to realize that it’s just my panicking that’s causing me to see the hallway longer than it is. But I walk, passing doors on the sides as I proceed, wishing that I could reach the stairs faster. I reach the door to Nigel’s room and I’m about to pass it when the door opens and Nigel is standing right there, looking so handsome it hurts. Before I can even say a word, he’s captured my hand and is dragging me into the room, shutting the door behind him before someone sees him.

In the stillness of night, she waits, Her heart heavy with longing and ache, Her love lies in slumber, in death's embrace, But hope flickers, refusing to break. With each passing hour, she holds his hand, Whispering words of love, soft and grand, Her tears fall like petals, delicate and true, As she prays for his awakening, for love renewed . In this realm of love, she patiently resides, With unwavering faith, her heart abides,

And with each passing day, Abigail found it harder to ignore the longing in her heart. One night, unable to contain her emotions any longer, Abigail found herself standing in front of the magical hourglass. The eerie silence of her apartment was interrupted by the soft ticking of the clock, each tick echoing the beat of her heart. Her mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, her heart aching with longing. She realized that she couldn't fight her feelings anymore.

Heart by heart. With all my love, Kavira Hiraeth💜

only YOU. All Hearts !!

The writing was childish and almost laughable, full of shallow regrets and empty promises that did nothing to move me. It was not the only one. After quickly counting them, I realized she had written ninety-nine different letters. Every single one began with the phrase, 'I'm sorry.' One of the letters read, 'Caleb, when you were pursuing me, you wrote me ninety-nine love letters. I actually read every single one carefully, and I remember everything you wrote. 'I was just too proud back then. I didn't want you to win me over so easily, so I pretended to be impatient with you. But the truth is, I liked you from the very beginning.

asks the echoed voice that rings the clocks to strike a thunder rumbles, she closed her eyes immediately covering her ears stopping the clocks that are screaming a hollow tone of pain, sadness, and longing deep within the heart who longs and bares the hurt. “AI!” Yet, taking a deep breath as the clock stops., A voice so near yet so far, she knew, but not, yet she longs. Rings the silent howl from her unknown bleeding heart. “Just,” now crying deep from her dream, to the hollow and nothingness of space. Inside the darkness, she always wakes up in the middle but is unconsciously asleep from within. Her heart is screaming with the pain that shed her tears from the pain of losing, HIM.

The simplest gestures from them, a smile, a word, a casual touch that sends ripples through your heart, threatening to drown you in a sea of longing. The agony of forbidden love is etched into every fiber of your being. It is a constant battle between heart and mind, desire and morality. You question the righteousness of your feelings, tormented by the knowledge that pursuing this love could cause immeasurable pain to those around you. Yet, you are powerless to resist the gravitational pull of your emotions.

A chain. We stay like that for a long time, in the falling silence, listening to our hearts beat, each in its cage of resentment and perverted desire. The ashes of our love are still warm. They sing a low, discordant melody, the only one we are still capable of hearing. And outside, night falls, definitive, taking with it any hope of a better new day. There will be no better. There will only be this. Waiting for the next spark. The fear and the desire for the next burn.

It mirrored my own hunger, a shared longing for a future brimming with love and desire. Our breaths mingled, and the air crackled with an electricity that only heightened our longing. I could feel the anticipation pulsing, a subtle tremor coursing through our intertwined fingers. The world awaited us, but in that moment, there was only us—two souls bound by an unbreakable bond.