Pining Over Someone Novels & Stories

Sometimes I think Kae is anything but reasonable when it comes to my interactions with other people. He has already succeeded in making the other kids keep their distance from us because of his attitude towards them. I often think about this but choose not to complain. I find myself puzzled by why he believes I have to stick with him alone. Despite his insistence that I don’t need anyone else when I have him, I feel like there's something important missing. What he doesn't seem to grasp is that it's entirely possible to share intimate moments with friends too, like a kiss, which I can't really do with him, can I? I wish he could understand that.

Third Person's POV "Refusing to accept failure, blaming others, thinking luck's always bad, feeling unbalanced and resentful. Wanting to outdo someone, scheming to regain an upper hand and win others' respect," Penelope said, shaking her head slowly. Her voice was calm, like a gentle breeze. "But why obsess over this? Even if you surpass that person, will they suddenly become miserable? Will your victory bring you joy? No. Their happiness doesn't concern you, and yours isn't their business. You're not even a blip on their radar, yet they haunt your thoughts daily. Isn't that contradictory?"

Sage's Pov I stared at my phone, the silence of the apartment amplifying the ringing in my ears. I felt a familiar pang of loneliness, a gnawing feeling of being overlooked, of being a pawn in some grander social scheme. It was always about appearances, about what was expected and never truly about how I felt or what I wanted.

"He was broken and I stayed because I loved him. I wanted him. I gave everything I could, put in all the efforts I could and for what? To cry every single day while pining for him and wishing he would come or call or do something." Madeline shakes her head and I see a tear slide down her cheek. Does she feel the pain too?

Like he had forgotten all about me and moved on with another woman he had found over there. He was probably fucking her every night, whispering filthy promises in her ear while I remained here stupidly waiting for him to come back. I really wished I could turn off my feelings for him. Bryan called and texted every single day but he wasn’t the one who dominated most of my thoughts. It felt like a curse at this point and I hated that I had become this way—pining after a man who didn’t care the slightest bit about me. Perhaps the spa day was a good idea after all. I had been holed indoors for an entire week so maybe if I stepped out for a little while I’d be able to get my mind off these gloomy

“It’s called ‘pining’, the feeling you have now where you miss him. Your soul now knows its other half is out there and nearby and you will constantly feel an ache, a hunger for what is rightfully yours.” “How do you know how I am feeling, Ivan? I don’t even understand it myself.” I watch as pain flares up in his eyes and an instinctive need to comfort him rises inside me. “I know because I am pining for my fated mate too, and I know she is pining for me. I just hope she realises soon that she wants me and that I will love her and take care of her, otherwise I am doomed to a lifetime of feeling incomplete without her.”

It was a harsh reminder of my own longing for love and the disappointment that often followed. My past experiences had left me yearning for affection, turning me into a hopeless romantic, longing for something that seemed elusive. But hey, who knows what the future holds? Maybe one day, my delusional puppy-like optimism will lead me to a love that surpasses my wildest dreams. Until then, I'll keep hoping and maybe even enjoy the journey along the way. I flipped my phone over, hoping to see a text from Alex, but there was nothing. No call, no message.

I went about my job with a permanent smile plastered on my face, my friends noticing the change in me. They called to ask about the latest development, and I eagerly shared the good news. With my phone always within arm's reach, I anxiously awaited her call. But as hours turned into days, and the screen remained silent, my hope began to dwindle. The excitement that I felt started to fade, replaced by a nagging doubt: Had I misread the situation entirely?

She got more busy in her work and she would barely meet Carter now. While Carter had this urge to see Ashley everyday, he liked the sex but still sometimes he would think about Veronica at night. It was almost an year now and he couldn't find her anywhere. As much he claimed to love Ashley publicly, he would feel empty from inside. He would every day look at his wedding on his finger and no matter how much he tried to take it off and throw it in the bin, it would turn out impossible for him to do so.

I peeked at my phone for the umpteenth time that day, expecting a text from Nathan but there was none – wasn’t he thinking about me? I sat alone in the room, under the heavy sheets with the blinds drawn and the darkness settling around me. I was scrolling through my phone now, through our pictures together, the laughter and the late movie nights we had together with exhausted eyes. But amidst the maze of longing I had for Nathan, another figure occupied my thoughts – Parrish. I wasn’t supposed to be thinking about him but he infiltrated my thoughts at every chance – his expression when the word ‘No’ flew out of my mouth, the hesitation, the inability to form the words that would betray my tr