Longing Sentence Novels & Stories

The smile spreading across his face seemed so unreal, like a snowflake that would disappear as soon as the sun shone. "I missed her. I've been looking for her for years, from the age of 11, but I never found her. Have you experienced such despair? She should be somewhere in the world, but I just can't find her!" Serenity remained silent. She knew he was talking about her! Lucas' voice continued to ring. "Soon, the longing grew into a kind of despair. I could not stop looking for someone similar to her. I just needed some resemblance, someone carrying the shadow of her. At least it would make the longing feel less sorrowful."

John’s mind wandered for a moment. He suddenly remembered something and called Will to book a plane ticket for him. “She must have left the country.” Aqua had gone abroad to further her studies in the past, and they were the ones who set aside their pride to beg her to return. Once again, she had abandoned them. Loneliness, indignation, and regret surged into his heart. As he remembered Mike, John’s chest felt heavy, and he instinctively tightened his grip on the gown. “No matter where you are, I’ll find you.”

Even the people at nearby tables put down their cutlery. She was quiet for a long time. Her face was pale and tight. Finally, she said just one thing, her voice low. "I want to see your father." That one sentence made me laugh out loud. Hearing those words from her mouth made me sick. She frowned at me like I was crazy. "What's so funny?" "You," I said. "I'm laughing at you. At how you can still stay so nonchalant." I wiped the corner of my eye, my voice thick with hate. "Dad is dead. He's been dead for three years."

’ All the longing she felt seeped down the bond, and she hoped he could feel her need. ‘I’ll be there before you know it. Wait for me, paionía.’

My chest constricts, I saw him this afternoon yet I missed him, seeing him right now is a testament to that, so there’s so much longing, so much emotion when I murmur, “Christopher.”

Our once sweet, innocent filled with longing kiss turned into a lustful craze kiss. I wanted this moment to relish our feelings for each other. I wanted for once, to just touch her, hold her, kiss her lips and all parts of her face, to be sweet with her so I could show her how much I missed her. How much I’ve longed for her in the most gentlemanly way possible. Time seemed to stretch and the world vanished into a distant memory. It’s just her, I and our longing for each other. My desire overpowered hers, of course. I have missed her so damn much that it put a hole in my chest.

It was a feeling of purpose that had been missing from my life for far too long. I couldn't wait to put my plan into action and start my search for my mate. I knew it wouldn't be easy, but I was determined to succeed. The thought of finally finding my other half and being complete filled me with an indescribable sense of longing and anticipation. I could almost taste the sweet victory that awaited me.

Anthony kept Linda in the basement for an excruciating three days, without a morsel of food or a sip of water. Come the dawn of the fourth day, he ordered the basement door swung open. The air was thick with the stench of neglect. Anthony held his hand over his nose and mouth. "Ready to make that trip to the courthouse for a divorce?" Linda, her appearance a mess and her body frail, struggled to her feet, her eyes wide with terror. "Anthony, just let me out, I'll do whatever you say."

The loneliness was especially palpable during the evenings, as she sat in her apartment overlooking the city, the skyline a stark contrast to the star-studded country skies she was accustomed to. One particular evening, as Jane sat by her window, a letter from Mike in her hand, she felt an intense wave of longing. The letter was about a local fair they used to attend together. As she read his vivid descriptions of the merry-go-round, the cotton candy stalls, and the fireworks, she could almost smell the popcorn, hear the laughter, and see the vibrant colors of the fair. Each word was a stab of nostalgia, amplifying her longing for him.

… On the day I finally boarded my flight, everyone understood what I meant. Many people came to see me off. Samantha was there too. She held my hand and cried as if she could not bear to let go. She asked, "Caleb, are you really only going overseas for three years? What if you leave and never come back?" I looked at her gently, keeping my voice soft and slow. "If you truly love me, can't you wait just three years? If you can't wait, then maybe we should just—"