Longing Sentence Novels & Stories

“I miss you in ways I didn't know existed,” He wrapped his hand around her waist and pulled her close to his broad chest, using his other hand, he slowly caressed her face and leaned forward locking gaze with her. “You are a mental and physical ache, a longing deep in my heart and I can’t let you go, I won't let you make me bleed again.” With those final words, he covered her lips with his, kissing her passionately. Dangerous fate tells as story of Katherine Edward who had lost everything, her parents, the company, her home and her right to choose, all she wanted was a normal life, but that was far from her fate after being forced to be a replaced bride to an unknown groom. How could she escape from a marriage she was tied to, with no love and no care? How can she free herself from the cruelness? What happens when secret and lies make trust get destroyed? Why get into a dangerous fate when it should have been avoided from the beginning? Let's dive into this fascinating story filled with twist and turns and see how things ends up!

The impostor took his own life the day I married Cathy Jones. By the second year of our marriage, we had turned against each other completely because of him. She despised me because my return had driven Zac Lowe to his death. And I despised her for longing after the man who had stolen my name for twenty years. For a decade, we hurled the cruelest words and wished death upon each other until the earthquake came. She shielded me under her body and used her back to bear the weight of the collapsing beam to keep me alive. The ceiling fell. Blood and debris blurred together. As her life slipped away, she whispered in my ear, “If I had known he would die, I would have never brought you home. “If there’s another life, your only family should be me.” In the end, I still died in the aftershock. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day she first took me to meet my biological parents. But she suddenly changed her mind. “Harry, I was wrong! You’re not the son the Lowe family lost twenty years ago.”

The story of a cold-hearted and cruel bodyguard -Jack Macario- with a scar on his cheek that still dissolves in his misery. His elegy accompanies the death of his wife since five years ago. Lilyana -his wife- died of a serious illnes after giving birth to a little baby. A deep sense of longing for the figure of his wife made Jack slumped. For the sake of killing time, Jack's daily life is only spent getting drunk. That afternoon, fate once again tried to play with Jack's life which was meaningless. An incident occurred, Jack accidentally bumped into a girl at the crossroads. The girl was named Sharren Watson, the daughter of a noble in England. Sharren was badly injured, and almost died. However, a bit of luck came to Sharren woke up in a hospital with both legs paralyzed. Because of the reason paralyzed the fiance named Robert Chayton decided to leave her. The predicate 'spinster' is now attached to Sharren. Immediately hatred took over Sharren's mind, she intended to take revenge on Jack. However, her heart betrayed, unconciously, Sharren has fallen in love with Jack. Will Jack be able to receive from Sharren, the spinster? Then what about Jack's five-year-old daughter? Meanwhile, since childhood, Eleanor was close to Deasy, the younger sister of the late Lilyana, who also had feelings for Jack.

I never meant to fall for him. When I took the job at Mr. Grey’s mansion, I only wanted a quiet life. Clean, cook, keep my head down, and earn my money. Nothing more. But then I met him. Mr. Grey was nothing like I expected, he wasn’t cruel or careless like the rich men I’d heard about. He was calm, strong and Kind in a way that caught me off guard. The more I watched him, the more I wanted to understand him. He rarely smiled, he kept his distance. But there was something in his silence, something gentle, something real. Slowly, I started to care. Then I started to feel something more. And just when I thought I had figured out my heart, and started winning his That was when his son, Adam, appeared. Bold, playful, and dangerously curious about me. The kind of man who likes trouble and causes it. Now I’m caught between duty and desire. Between a man whose heart I’m starting to love and another who’s trying to pull me away from it. This is my story. A story of quiet longing, forbidden feelings, and the one man who sees me like no one else.

Celestine “Celine” Navarro has it all—wealth, influence, and a last name tied to a billion-peso coffee empire. But as the heiress of Navarro Coffee, her life feels like a gilded cage of boardrooms, family expectations, and insincere suitors. Longing for freedom, she disguises herself as an ordinary barista in one of her own cafés, determined to live a life where no one knows her name. That’s when she meets Liam Reyes, a talented but debt-stricken architect whose quiet intensity hides a storm of guilt and desperation. To him, Celine is just the clumsy new barista who can barely tame an espresso machine—but her wit and warmth begin to chip away at his walls. For the first time, Celine feels truly seen, not as an heiress but as a woman. But Liam carries a dangerous secret. Crushed under debts and blackmailed by Navarro Coffee’s fiercest rivals, he is forced into sabotage—stealing files and betraying the very company Celine is destined to inherit. What starts as banter over coffee turns into a fragile romance built on lies, one that teeters on collapse the moment truths spill over. When betrayal is uncovered and loyalties tested, Celine and Liam must face an impossible choice: protect the empire and the people they love, or risk everything for a love that was never meant to survive. A story of hidden identities, sabotage, and a love as intoxicating—and as dangerous—as the richest brew.

“He was meant to be a bodyguard, cold and ruthless. But he became a husband, warm and possessive.” In an unfortunate twist of fate, Amelia's parents' enterprise faces bankruptcy. Compelled by financial hardship, they orchestrate a marriage for their daughter, Amelia, to her former boyfriend, Raize Griffin, who had previously inflicted significant emotional distress on her. Amelia's life takes another unforeseen turn when she learns that her marriage to Raize is not legally valid. The documents were a trap orchestrated by his ruthless bodyguard, named Tyler Windward; an architect and a military officer. As time passed, Amelia and Tyler’s relationship deepend leading her to get pregnant. However, Amelia received a photograph of Tyler and another woman in what appeared to be an intimate moment. She was left to wrestle with feelings of betrayal and heartbreak, leading her to terminate their relationship and disclose her pregnancy with another man's child. Years later, Amelia finds herself residing in New York raising her twin children. When the longing for home becomes too powerful to resist, she decides to return, unknowingly setting the stage for fate to intervene. Tyler, who has traded his military life for a corporate role as the CEO of his family's business, unexpectedly encounters one of Amelia's twins.

Nia, after losing the man she loved—Ares—to a sacrifice she didn’t deserve, Nia’s life ended in guilt and heartbreak. But death isn’t her escape. Instead, the Moon Goddess Selene offers her a deal: live again in the bodies of women who met tragic ends, rewrite their stories, and fill a glowing necklace with enough energy to bring Ares’s soul back. There’s just one catch: Ares’s soul, it’s shattered, scattered across the worlds she’ll enter, hidden in the men who make her heart race and her pulse pound. From forbidden kisses with a nobleman who knows too much, to heated nights in a warrior’s tent, and the tender touch of an artist who paints her like he’s worshiping her body, every life brings her closer to completing her mission—and losing herself to desire. But as the necklace glows brighter, the truth becomes harder to ignore: these men aren’t just strangers. They’re pieces of Ares, tempting her to fall in love all over again. Will Nia bring back the man she lost, or will the fragments of him in every lover leave her longing for more than one lifetime can handle?

I disappeared in the year Sebastian Ferraro loved me most. For thirteen years, he never got an explanation. And for thirteen years, I punished myself by never watching his games, never saying his name, and never thinking about the promise we made in that old hockey rink. Until I returned to this city and saw a faded poster outside the abandoned arena. Sebastian was only seventeen in the photo. He stood at the center of the ice, bright-eyed and fearless, with one sentence printed beneath him: Wait for me past the blue line. That was his promise to me. And I had missed it for thirteen years. Later, I collapsed inside his arena. When I woke up, the boy I had once failed was standing beside my hospital bed. Only he was no longer a boy. He was a professional hockey star. The heir to the Ferraro crime family. And a man whose fiancée was about to marry him. I wanted to tell him why I had left all those years ago. But he looked at me and said coldly, “The past is over. Don’t cause any misunderstandings.” That was when I finally understood. I no longer had the right to disturb his life. So I smiled, swallowed every truth I had kept buried, and booked a flight to New Zealand. I thought leaving was the last thing I could do for him. Until that plane disappeared from radar. The news spread through the whole city. Everyone said Sebastian Ferraro lost control at the airport. He went through the passenger list again and again, screaming my name like a man who had already lost everything.

There are creatures lurking in the shadows waiting to struck fear to their preys, one of the elusive ones is the King of the shifters, Ruler of the Werewolf Realm, Alpha of the Alphas. Alpha Alexander, a man who bends for nothing and no one ...... That is until he met his mate. A woman destined to bring him to his knees. YOU CANNOT FIGHT AGAINST DESTINY. Humans have always been so oblivious to the world that they live in. They think that they are at the top of the food chain well infact they are and will always be our preys. 2 decades ago when creatures of the night emerged from the shadows and showed themselves out in a public eye. What human believed as myths were actually living with them all along. The reality is way harsher than it seems. ****** I could feel his lips against my neck as he trailed kisses, possibly leaving marks on his path. My hands were pinned by his left hand above my head while his other hand is busy roaming my body. His body was flushed against mine as my back is firmly planted against the wall. I could feel his arousal pressed against mine. His kisses were like a drug, I could feel my body responding to him. Just as I was about to let out a breathy moan I was shaken out of my reverie. Knowing that I am letting my enemy violate me was enough to make my blood boil. "Let me go! I swear to the moon goddess if I break free from your grip, I will chop off your balls and feed them to the oooomp-" I was cut off mid sentence when his lips crashed down to mine. ******

After being released from my three-year sentence, Zoe Sanders finally found me in an underground fight club. The moment she saw me, she grabbed me by the collar and punched me across the face, her eyes burning red with fury. "Henry Goldman, who gave you the nerve to disappear like this? "And what the hell have you done to yourself?" I wiped the blood from the corner of my mouth and laughed carelessly. "One punch, one hundred thousand. "If you’re still angry, feel free to keep going. I could use the money for this year’s rent." Her fists trembled uncontrollably, but her voice softened. "Come home with me... apologize to Ronald Green. "He’s always been kind-hearted. He already forgave you for framing him." Her gaze swept over the scars covering my body, something unreadable flickering in her eyes. "Look at yourself. Covered in blood like this... what’s the difference between you and a stray dog digging through garbage?" My body stiffened. Then I turned and walked away. What she did not know was this: In prison, blood and violence were the only ways I learned to survive. "Don’t forget," she shouted after me, "I’m still your fiancée!" My footsteps stopped. How could I forget? Three years ago, on the night of our engagement, Ronald drugged me and sent me to a black-market auction. I was stripped of all dignity and sold like merchandise. That night, I became the laughingstock of the entire city. And the person who signed the papers that sold me… was my fiancée herself.