Pining Over Someone Novels & Stories

A sour mix of bitterness and anger churned within him at the thought. Just then, his phone buzzed on the bedside table. Reaching for it, he glanced at the screen. Messages flooded in—some flirtatious, others outright suggestive—sent by strangers he didn't care about. Yet, none were from the person he yearned to hear from most. His fingers scrolled mechanically through dozens of texts, hope dwindling with each passing moment. The disappointment engulfed him, suffocating like a relentless tide. He had stubbornly kept his old phone number, holding onto a childish hope that Phoebe might reach out. For over a month, he had clung to this silent plea, using it as a desperate gamble to measure his i

The moon was full and I stare at it feeling sad and lonely. For decades, I have been experiencing this. I find myself missing my mate. I mean I gave up searching for her that was the reason I kept a harem to fulfil my sexual urges. But then in some nights I feel this way and what is strange is that for the past few weeks I have been missing her every single day. How can I miss someone I haven't met? Stupid goddess of the moon is playing with me again. I doubt that my mate will ever be found.

I couldn't stop looking at my phone, willing it to ring with a call from Liam. Every second that ticked by felt like an eternity. I was feeling desperate and anxious. Why hadn't he called me? Was something wrong? Did he just not want to hang out with me anymore? I couldn't stop my mind from spinning with these negative thoughts. It was like I was trapped in a cycle of despair.

I have lifted my arm halfway, but then I hesitate again, like I always do. What if he replies? What if he says something? What if he apologizes? What if he tells me not to go? What if he says he still loves me? So I wait. Seconds turn into minutes. Minutes into hours. My vision is blurred as I look on the phone like it will magically appear. But nothing. No message. No call. No Angel. “Foolish me, believing in fairy tales. Reality is such a cruel joke,” I whisper, the words thick with pain.

It was a rare occasion that she found any man that showed any interest in her personally, and none of their interest lasted longer than a few days. This way she’d spend her time sad they weren’t the one, but not depressed because her active searching didn’t reveal her one true mate. Jillian stayed determined not to be one of those women like her sister, who pined for a man and chased everyone, hoping he was the one for her. Sarah told everyone that every man she was currently with was the one for her. It was embarrassing.

I deserve more. I keep checking my cell obsessively, but he doesn’t call or text; every time I see the blank screen, I die a little more inside. I long for one of his song emails, a message, anything! I understand his silence, she’ll be with him, he has a lot to think about, talk about; he’s mad at me, he’s overwhelmed. It doesn’t make this any less painful and it feels like eternity.

Not even my mom. I keep thinking maybe if I wait long enough, the universe will just…figure it out for me. Send me a sign. Put a little blinking arrow over the head of the right man like a Sims game. But all I’ve gotten so far is tight dresses and tighter nerves. “Parker!” someone calls, waving me over.

Pining for someone else's leftovers. It wasn't just the malice in her tone that had left me reeling; it was the unsettling truth that lingered beneath her jabs. Pining for someone else's leftovers. The phrase echoed in my mind, taunting me with its cruel accuracy. I thought back to all the times Kai had spoken about Mabel, and I couldn't help but wonder if he still had feelings for her. Probably, I thought, my mind racing with doubts. Maybe he's only with me because he can't have her back.

I am lost again in this business world. I have nothing and no one around me, I am all alone. I can see many things but i can't see what I actually want to see. When everyone is unbothered. I can't feel without looking at someone. All the pain in my heart is making me want to meet her once again. But its impossible. I miss her. So much. We only had one day relationship. I don't have her single photo. And I am dying to see her. Hayl.

THIRD PERSON POV Is there such a thing as over expectation? Like where one places or imagines so much from a particular situation or something… an overly expectant person… Even the words don’t sound right. Anyone could clearly see nothing good ever comes out of being overly expectant over something or someone… so, how is it that Charlotte couldn’t see it too?