Pining Over Someone Novels & Stories

Two years had passed since Susan vanished, leaving no trace or word behind. Communication with her was impossible, and each day, Jimmy felt a growing restlessness. He spent his nights sending her voice notes, pouring out his enduring love and longing to see her again. Tears would often escape him as he waited for any sign of her.

he whispers, the weight of his failure settling heavily upon him. Advancing towards the corner where a once-envisioned cozy seating arrangement stood, Shane's frustration boils over. He kicks at the cushions, sending them scattering in the wind. "This was supposed to be our night, a night where everything felt perfect. Now, it's just a night of pain and memories," he laments, his voice raw with emotion. The echoes of his disappointment resonate in the now-desolate space, turning what was meant to be a haven of love into a realm of heartache and shattered expectations.

Whatever I felt, his eyes reflected. Longing is like a gentle tug at the heart, a soft melody that plays in the background of your thoughts. It's the yearning for something that feels just out of reach, a bittersweet ache that lingers in the depths of your soul. Longing is the whispered prayers sent out into the universe, the searching gaze that seeks solace in the night sky. It's the delicate dance between hope and despair, the tender embrace of a love yet to be realized. At its core, longing is a beautiful reminder of our capacity to dream and to yearn for a brighter, more fulfilling future.

Restlessly, Thorian gazed at the ceiling, his phone clutched in hand, a silent yearning for a message that seemed elusive. “Why hasn’t she bothered to text me yet? Does she not care about me?” Thorian pondered, his thoughts echoing in the stillness of his room. His phone buzzed intermittently, a fleeting moment of hope that quickly turned to disappointment as he realized the messages weren’t from Ashley. In frustration, he tossed his phone aside, yearning for a reprieve from the incessant distractions.

Taking a dainty bite of something that almost looks like a sandwich, she looks out at the crowd of twinkling, dancing fae and, with her head in her hands, releases a deep sigh. “This waiting game is always the hardest part,” she muses. "Sitting alone, wondering if they’ll come back to you or if this will finally be the time that they leave you for good. I’ve had to wait quite a few times myself over the years, hoping that he’d take notice of me again, and maybe, just maybe, want something more." Marigold sighs into her cup, watching the colorful herbs dance in swirling circles.

ALANA’S POV I felt the agony of each passing day, as if a knife were twisting in my chest. I couldn’t stop thinking about Kai, the man who had marked me as his mate and then vanished without a trace. Days have passed since his departure, and there’s still been no news from him. The people await his return as eagerly as I do. His voice haunts my dreams—a sweet and seductive song that makes me ache for his presence.