Longing Look Novels & Stories

“Well…I know you like my pastries, but damn.@ He chuckled. Slowly lowering his piping bag. His eyes remained fixed on her face. There was something strange about the way he looked at her. It wasn’t curiosity. Nor was it annoyance or suspicion. It was Something much deeper. Something that made Anaïs’s chest do that thing. A feeling that even “I” can't explain. He looked at her with eyes filled with deep longing and sorrow. As though he had been waiting for her for years. She couldn’t understand why. This was only the second time they were meeting. “I'm sorry. I didn’t mean to.” She held her hands in front of her and played with them looking down at her feet. “Oh now it’s okay—“

"I'm sorry, I know this isn't taking it slow, but I can't resist you when you have that look in your eyes, or on your face." "What look?" I panted, barely able to understand what he was going on about. "That look," he stressed, his darkened eyes roaming all over my face, grinning wickedly, "that look of total abandon you get when something feels so damn good to you. I've dreamed of that look so many nights, Lilith…"

During that long sleepless night, the sheep jumping over the fence in his dreams suddenly all took on Cora's appearance. When Sebastian woke from his dream, he remembered how he and Cora had expressed their feelings to each other yesterday. He was all smiles. Unable to wait, he got up, eager to see Cora. When he opened the door, he saw Cora standing right outside holding a bouquet of gardenias. Gardenias symbolized eternal love and lifelong devotion. The moment he opened the door, the scent of gardenias washed over him. Even the most abundant blossoms paled in comparison to the smile on Cora's face.

she said, her voice breaking, "do you know how long I've been waiting for you? Why are you only here now? I thought you weren't coming." It was the first time I had ever seen Samantha look so miserable. In the past, I had always been the one in that position. I was the one who waited, begged, hoped, and made myself look pathetic just for the smallest chance that she might choose me. I was always the one with no control. I cleared my throat and looked her over with disgust. "If you didn't want to wait, you could have left anytime. Did I force you to stay here?" Samantha flinched.

Will he command me, if I asked? Heat pooled low in my belly. I felt myself get wet, instantly. I pulled back sharply, stumbling away from the doorway. But the movement must have caught his attention because he turned and looked directly at me through the glass. He didn’t smile. Didn’t move. Just looked at me with an expression that made my knees go weak. Longing. Raw, devastating longing mixed with something darker. Something that looked like a promise. My hand lifted of its own accord, reaching toward him, my palm aching to press against the glass. To close the distance between us even though I knew I shouldn’t.

It slowly went up and down my body over and over again making me feel even more uncomfortable. It's the same look I seen before, it's the same look I seen yesterday when he confessed and asked me to do this. I know that look, it's longing for something, and it makes me feel good. The thought he desire me is something shocking, but at the same time suggestive and tempting. For some strange reason, I like him to look at me like that, but not when that look turns into a more greedy and thrilling one. That really scares me. I feel wanted, something I've never experienced before.

She closed her eyes and I could feel her warm breath touching my lips at that moment. I looked at her, and that look sent me shivers and I got goosebumps. The way she looked calm when she felt my touch and parted her lips, that was something magical that I saw ever in my life. That's when, she slowly lifted her eyelids and looked at me. That look, it was something different. The look depicted longing. And I don't know what happened to me then, I went more closer to her and in the end, I pressed my lips against her.

She frowned and glanced toward the front door. “Where on earth is Steven? If he’s not coming home, the least he could do is send a message.” With that, she dialed my number. After a few seconds of dead silence, a ringtone echoed through the house. Joan went rigid. Her gaze shot straight to Jimmy’s nursery.

It was a look that promised trouble, that dared her to defy everything she knew and succumb to the simmering desire that threatened to consume them both. A look that made her breath catch in her throat and her stomach clench with a longing so intense it was almost painful.

It had blatantly run against her principle of making a profit, but it was all worth it when she laid eyes on his face again. Landon noticed Aria's gaze on him, how her eyes sparkled, and how she didn't make any attempts to conceal them. He was familiar with this gaze of hers. She had the same look on her face when she took him up to the hills. It had been years, but Landon still believed that she should only ever reserve this longing gaze for him. If she looked at another man in this way, he might not be able to suppress his darker side, violent and obsessive. He would've locked her in a house if he could.