Longing Look Novels & Stories

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.

“Just like that.” He looked at me and smiled, relishing in the reaction he was eliciting from me as his hand kept moving, steady and sure. My eyes flickered closed as I let myself feel the intensity of the moment, every second of it, the way I’d wanted for months, the way I’d pictured every night. “Look at me,” he said softly, breaking me out of it. I forced my eyes open and looked into the deep blue of his eyes. He was watching me with something unguarded. An intense longing. No one has watched me like that before.

Gritting my teeth, I used the last of my money to buy a cheap plane ticket and went to look for her. What I saw was Samantha in Zane's arms, kissing him deeply beneath a tree. When they parted, he gently tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. They looked at each other and smiled, their eyes filled with starlight. The spring breeze passed by. The streetlamp glowed dimly. Maple leaves rustled softly. They looked like a painting, like a poem written entirely of tenderness. I went mad. I rushed over and tore them apart, then smashed the cup I was holding into Zane's face.

“Wow, Myra, you really are a miracle worker.” Myra chuckles and as she does, she glances up at Kaeden. It’s only for a second, but I see it. It’s the way her gaze lingers on the line of his jaw, the softening of her expression, the unmistakable spark of adoration. There is familiarity in it, and warmth, and underneath both of those something quieter and more careful, something that has been managed rather than acted upon, held at a particular distance. It’s the look of someone who has spent a long time watching a star they know they can’t touch. It’s the look of longing.

He looked exhausted, like a man who had not slept for days. His body was shaking, a silent, powerful tremble that spoke of a deep-seated emotion, a need so desperate it was almost physically painful. He wanted to hold her. He wanted to hug her. He wanted to feel her in his arms, to know that she was real, that she was safe. His gaze was fixed on Claudine, boring holes into her, a look of profound sorrow and desperate longing in his eyes. He looked like a man who had been pushed to the edge, a man who had lost everything and was now ready to kill.

The things I could do to her in that position. "Nik..." She called softly, and I looked at her. She was staring right back at me with longing in her eyes. I had seen such look from her before, but this was different. I could almost feel the raw and unapologetic desire that burned in her eyes. It was as if she yearned to surrender to me completely, to be mine in every sense of the word.

She was the one being touched so intimately and yet it seemed Sterling was the one coming undone now. He paused just before he reached that apex between her thighs as Leila waited with bated breath. Sterling’s eyes looked up to find hers. The longing and desire clearly etched in his features from his slightly parted mouth to his bright eyes, but Leila also saw something else in his gaze, pure adoration. No man had ever looked at her that way, especially at a time like this. His mouth was hot against her now fevered skin as he breathed out her name against her thigh.

I was floating in that zone of immense pleasure, and I kept craving for more. His eyes look at me in a different way, a way I can’t explain but all I know is that I wanted his gaze to never change. Perhaps the way I lust over him is a lot more visible to him, but I truly couldn’t stop the diamonds up my thighs— begging for him each time I was alone with him. The tension was just meant to stick around.

As I take a moment to contemplate and look back on the various experiences I have had in my life, I am overwhelmed by a deep and intense feeling of longing that permeates my heart. This yearning is a powerful and profound emotion that resonates within me, urging me to seek something more, something beyond what I have already encountered. It is a sentiment that goes beyond mere desire or longing for material possessions, but rather a yearning for a deeper meaning, purpose, or connection in life. This feeling is both captivating and poignant, as it stirs within me a strong desire to explore and discover what lies beyond I often experience a deep yearning for her company, desiring her to be phy

Because this is the only way I can marry you. If you’re reading this, it means we’re already married. Please don’t be afraid of this marriage. I didn’t marry you out of pity. From the first time I saw you at sixteen, I’ve been waiting for this day. —Julian" The letters slipped from Rhea’s hands. She remembered the way Julian looked at her after he woke up—controlled and restrained, with something deep in his gaze. It had not been the politeness of a stranger. It had been love buried for years.