Pining Over Someone Novels & Stories

a third person chimed in. “Any cute new additions? I still haven’t found my mate. The goddess is really teasing me with this,” one of the girls sighed and shook her head as her friends teased her. “You know who your mate is, you just don’t like him,” the friend said with a roll of her eyes and toss of her hair.

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.

POV Moon I sigh from my place, I don't dare to interfere, plus I'm still knocked out by that snatched kiss. Seeing him there gives me a dose of something I needed, but dependence on it should not be something urgent, I myself have distanced myself, the fact that now I miss him so much frustrates me, even though missing him is completely normal.

But deep down in my heart, I was worried: Does that mean that he no longer wants to be my mate? That singular thought kept plaguing my mind. I haven’t even set my eyes on him for a month now, and it was taking a toll on me. Every day, I was looming on the internet for any picture that I could get of him, and anytime I see anyone, I dwell on them, trying to commit his face to memory. Otherwise I would forget, not that I can ever forget. Maya was getting angsty; we hadn’t made any contact with our mate for more than a month.

I was weak but I am probably the only one with any sense. "Good morning. As you all know, there will be a banquet holding in two days time. The Alpha of Blood Fang has ensured peace between us for year and we need to celebrate that..." I watched quietly as the girls began to swoon as he talked, obviously lost in the silkiness of his voice. I tired not to roll my eyes. It was so sickening. "... some of you will be attending to the food and drinks and some will be in charge of the guests. You all are pretty girls–"

Paige looked at Chris in confusion. Chris explained, "I heard that when someone loves another person very much, after leaving that person, they'll desperately seek someone similar, even if they only have a slight resemblance. You not finding someone like me means you don't want to see me. When one person doesn't want to see another, it's because they hate them or are repulsed by them. You're repulsed by me, and that's why you don't want to be with someone like me again." Paige was dumbfounded.

Instead, I feel like an afterthought, a shadow in his life. I look down at my phone; the screen springs to life as I check my messages. Nothing. Not one call, not one message. My chest tightens. How did I become this person, this woman who waits, who hopes, who aches for scraps of attention from the man she loves?

His fingertips tapped impatiently on the table, a restless rhythm born from the fear of losing her. Minutes stretched like an eternity, but finally, the phone flickered back to life. Without wasting a second, he dialed Arlet’s number, his heart pounding in his chest. The ringtone pierced the silence, each sound carrying the weight of his longing, but there was no response from the other end. Frantically, he checked his call log, only to discover that Arlet had tried reaching out to him multiple times the previous evening. Regret and worry twisted in his gut as he cursed himself for being oblivious to her efforts.

Some people like me, where only few and we just expect the moon without hoping to meet our mates tonight. “ oh my god it’s almost time!” Jane screams as she squeezes into the guy’s chest, who is standing so close to her like he’s about to kiss her. “ Few minutes guys!” Cora screams, she’s also standing beside a guy who couldn’t tear his eyes off her lips. It makes it so obvious for me that I’m lonely and I do not have my mate here. Well, I don’t think I’m affect at all because I don’t expect to find my mate here tonight.

As I gazed out into the darkness, a pang of longing pierced my heart, and I realized just how much I missed Aiden. The ache of his absence gnawed at me, reminding me of the void in my life now. With trembling hands, I reached for my phone, desperate to hear his voice, to feel his presence, if only for a moment. Dialing his number, I held my breath, hoping against hope that he would pick up. But each ring went unanswered, stretching into eternity until finally, the line went dead. Frustration and disappointment welled up inside me, threatening to consume me whole. With a heavy heart, I set my phone aside, trying to bite back my sobs.