Longing Sentence Novels & Stories

"No, dad, come on, nothing like that. I am desperate but not that much. Different kind of topic, much more serious. I do not have any details, but when I do I will explain." He smiled, "Ok, if you need me I am here." I went back to my room, finished some homework, but I was constantly thinking about what she told me. As everything settled a bit I started to get mad, just thinking someone was hurting her…. I had some primal feeling about this girl. I don't know. It's just that I want her to be with me 24/7, I need her to smile, hugging her was the best thing I felt in a long time. I never had that feeling. It's like, I like her, but I'm refusing to like her. I want to like her, but I don't wa

Every lesson seemed to stretch longer than the last, each minute crawling as my anticipation grew. This longing, this pull for him, was only getting stronger.

He patted his chest roughly. "My heart always beats fast when I remember you. I had to wait 5 days without seeing you because of my wife's request. We just let go of our longing by telephone. You know what I was doing at that time, hmm" I was silent, not wanting to interrupt his conversation. He was too serious to argue with a cool head. His eyes stared at me glaringly while his teeth gritted. "I'm imagining you in front of me sucking mine. Just with your voice, I satisfy myself. Do you know what it's like to harbor longings like that, even though you're close to me!"

I let out a wistful sigh, my heart aching for the chance to relive that moment again. The yearning was intense, a mix of passion and longing that consumed my thoughts. I yearned for the closeness we had shared, the sensation of his presence above me, igniting pleasure that would leave me breathless and lost in the moment. The contrast between those cherished memories and the current state of affairs only fueled my desire to bridge the gap between us, to find a way back to that place of passion and connection. Though we were a couple, his desire for me had been infrequent.

Genuinely, deeply happy, in a way that Elara had once feared they would never be again. But something was missing. --- Elara felt it in quiet moments—when the children were asleep, their breathing soft and even; when the moon was full, painting the valley silver; when she sat alone on the ridge where she'd once watched the hawk, her legs tucked under her, her eyes on the horizon. A longing. A hope. A whispered prayer to the moon that she couldn't quite put into words. If there's any chance... any chance at all...

I loathed the sensation; it clawed at my insides, a reminder of the endless nights spent longing for something beyond my reach. "Is it not maddening?" I muttered under my breath, speaking to no one, or perhaps to the specter of hope that still dared to linger around me. "To be bound by the whims of fate, to desire with such ferocity, only to find oneself ensnared by the most unexpected of snares."

The undertaking so slow, that one could never catch if not observed closely. "You look tired." His voice came in whisper again. His thumb continued caressing my cheek so lovingly that I almost teared. The longing I unknowingly felt was tentatively dissolving in my soul, filling the gaps with sudden exuberance. My eyes seemed to speak for me. Quietly asking him for his distant and cold nature. Asking him to fill my soul with the warmth I craved for.

However, my longings would be the punishment for wanting something I could never have. Something so close, but yet, so far away.

It longed for the bond that would bind them together, the union that would transcend their tumultuous past. Caught between the echoes of suspicion and the radiant allure of a love she had always yearned for, Amelia found herself at a crossroads. Her heart yearned for answers, for the truth to be laid bare before her. But in the depths of her soul, she couldn't deny the unspoken longing, the yearning for a connection that promised solace and completeness.

I knew she felt it. She felt the tension pulsing through me. The fierce hunger. The pressure of my grip. The dark, possessive longing her absence had carved into me. This was no longer gentle courtly romance. It was raw. Dominant. Wild desire made unbearable by distance. We were tormenting each other through memory. Through longing. Through the instinctive language of our bodies. I’ll have you back, I sent through the bond, saturating every thought with longing and dark promises as my hand settled into a slow, agonizing rhythm.