Longing Sentence Novels & Stories

she mumbled beneath my breath, trying to face my reality. Few days later, My days have been used with loneliness and longing, he has reached out to me, nor given me a call. He always avoids me with every chance he gets, he doesn't even check up on me! My longing paints the room with hues of sorrow, each corner echoing the whispers of my heart calling out for him, a melody of love lost in the vast emptiness of the night.

Velvet’s POV As I wandered through the empty house, my heart ached with a sexual longing. My sexy daddy was away for Fred’s wedding, leaving me by myself to endure this loneliness. The silence was over whelming, it increased my longing, the hunger gnawing within my core. It had been just a day since I last felt his tender caress, but it felt like eternity to me and my body yearned for release. Heaving a sigh, I made my way towards our shared bedroom, as images of passionate encounters flooded my mind. The time we had spent here rolling on the sheets like tomorrow doesn't exist.

"If you want me to forgive you, then wait three years." He lit up, then faltered. "Why three years?" "I'm going overseas to study. It might take longer. If you don't want to wait—" "I'll wait," he cut in, almost tripping over the words. "If it means you'll forgive me, I'll wait for as long as it takes..." He kept talking, piling promise after promise. However, I didn't listen to any of them. All I heard was him saying, again and again, that he would wait.

“Do you enjoy being used by your king like this? Does it make your cock leak when I claim this hole every night?” Elias moaned softly and nodded, his hands gripping my shoulders. “Yes… I do. I shouldn’t, but I crave it now. I crave you.” I kissed him deeply, our tongues sliding together as I continued fucking him on the table. The kiss was hungry and possessive. I wanted him to feel how much I needed this, how much I needed him. My hands moved down to squeeze his ass as I drove into him harder, the wet sounds of our bodies filling the room.

And it makes me stop breathing for a second because I can feel it, the emptiness she’s describing, like the echo of a room stripped bare. “Nothing made sense, you know,” she continues, and I hear the inhale she tries to pass off as steady but it trembles at the start. “There was frustration, annoyance… and at the same time there was longing. A deep, heart-wrenching longing. Like I was incomplete, and a part of me wasn’t with me.”

she admitted in a lofty tone, relishing the feeling of having his full attention again. A weighted pause stretched between them until he finally sighed. "This longing...it's exhausting me. I need to see you, hear your voice, touch you like I used to. I'm addicted to having you in my life, little girl. I can't deal with you being gone from it any longer."

“I missed you too.” “Really? I’m the one who texts and calls first every day. You were only gone for a few days, but it felt like years to me. When you’re not by my side, honey, minutes feel like years. I finally know what they mean when they say even a day feels like three years apart. The pain of longing is unbearable.”

I craved the connection we had formed, the bond that deepened with each passing day. In my loneliness, I reached for his pillow, burying my face in the soft fabric. It still carried his scent, a lingering reminder of his presence. Tears welled up in my eyes as I yearned for him to be here, to share in this intimate moment of our lives. The ache in my heart intensified, a deep longing that echoed through my entire being.

The memory of Roxy's touch, the feel of her lips, and the promise of our eternal bond still lingered, teasing me with its elusiveness. I was left with a deep sense of longing, a yearning for something that felt so real, yet remained just out of reach. The warm water cascaded down my skin, a stark contrast to the icy reality that had settled in. I let out a deep sigh, feeling the weight of my situation bearing down on me.

Even the bailiffs stood stunned. Aidan’s voice suddenly rose, exploding through the courtroom, "And when I had a fever of 104 degrees, my dearest father threw me out onto the street in the middle of winter like I was garbage!" Soft sobs began rippling through the gallery. Ellie was already shaking from crying, her makeup smeared across her face. "I hate you." Aidan suddenly turned toward our mother, his gaze sharp as a poisoned arrow. "That day in court, you could have chosen me. Why him? Why?!"