Smallville Thirst Novels & Stories

This morning, I'm still so worried. I didn't get much sleep! I kept having horrible nightmares. In some, I was being chased by a family of zombies through the manor house, in others, I was the Bathory's meal. This food thing is really getting to me. All the little details I've put together is making me reflect on the nature of my hosts. And on the darkness surrounding them. I see Sarah coming to meet me. She looks more rested than I am. It's not very surprising considering...

The more I tried to shake it off, the stronger its grip on me became. “Yes, I believe that is why they call them that.” He chuckled as he stood. I watched him walk over to the opposite side of the room and open the mini fridge, revealing an array of chilled beverages. He pulled out a bottle of water and brought it over to me, offering it with a smile. I took the water gratefully and took a long drink from it. It felt like I had an undeniable thirst due to the intense running and adrenaline coursing through my veins in the dream. It was as if my body had been deprived of water for days, and the cool, refreshing liquid was a welcome relief. I could feel my heartbeat slowing down as the water s

The house reverberates from it. I access the fridge and grab ahold of the glass jug of water. I drink most of it with my eyes closed in silent gratitude. I swear it felt like I had gone days without water even though it was actually only one day. When I blink my eyes open, right across the island there is none other than Yasir. I nearly yelp in fright as I bring my hand up to my chest. "Mmm.. no one made drinking water look that good." His voice slips out croaky and he clears his throat before continuing. "I'm thirsty as hell, it needs quenching."

He used his body temperature to heat the mineral bottle water up. After getting in the car, she had been talking to Noah. Samantha was really thirsty, so when she saw the mineral bottle water handed over by Nikolai, she thanked him, then took it and drank it. "Uncle, I am thirsty too" Seeing Samantha drinking water, Noah felt thirsty too. He inched over to ask Nikolai for water. Nikolai smiled, opened another bottle water from the storage box, opened it and handed it over to Noah. "Here you are"....

I sighed. As I sat at the dining table, the salty taste of tears still lingering on my lips, feeling drained and sad, I suddenly felt really thirsty. Slowly, I got up and walked to the kitchen, feeling heavy and tired. I just wanted a glass of water to soothe my parched throat. Slowly, I made my way to the kitchen, my footsteps echoing in the empty hallway.

She stood up quickly and walked over to the small kitchen counter, her throat feeling like absolute sandpaper. She grabbed a large glass pitcher of water from the small refrigerator and poured it down her throat, practically drinking the entire contents in a desperate bid to quench her burning thirst. She had arrived at her apartment late in the afternoon, utterly exhausted from her brutal training session with Nimrod, and fatigue had claimed her the moment her head hit the pillow.

Then something cold and damp touches my lips. A sponge. For a split second I want to knock it away, but the small trickles of water instantly soak into my painfully dry mouth and throat. The relief is immediate, almost overwhelming. It’s like rain falling onto cracked desert soil. My throat greedily absorbs every drop. Then it stops. The sponge pulls away. Frustration sparks through me. It feels like a cruel tease. Suddenly I hear sniffles. Quiet sobbing. “My love… I’m so glad you’re okay,” Vance whispers softly. “Just know that I will never leave your side again.”

Thompson whispered as he took out a small piece of bread and unscrewed a bottle of water for him. "You…" Although Austin was thirsty, he dared not drink the bottle of water. He stared at Thompson suspiciously. After all, he was one of them. "I…" Thompson noticed Austin’s concern and sighed helplessly. Without any explanation, he took a sip from the bottle before shoving it to Austin. "Drink it!" This eased Austin's mind. He was so thirsty that he took it and immediately began to drink. Soon, he emptied the bottle. Although his dry throat felt a little better, he was still thirsty. Still, the water had alleviated his discomfort, and he felt a little more recharged.

The unspoken love between us, a bond that transcended distance and differences, left a void that seemed to grow with every step I took away from the pack. My throat started getting dry as I walked deeper into the woods. Suddenly I came across a running stream and went ahead to bend my neck to wash my face as I drank water to quench the burning desire of thirst. The burning desire in my throat pushed me forward, and I knelt by the stream. Cupping my hands, I scooped up the cool water and brought it to my lips. The first sip was a revelation, a moment of pure bliss as the refreshing liquid quenched the parched feeling that had settled within me.

He forgot to like someone and must be good to her. What right did someone like him have to say that he liked her? Gladyce ran back to her room, pushed the door and went in. There was a light inside, and Simon was sitting on the sofa. It seemed that she had been there for a while. "You're back?" "...Yes." Gladyce nodded. She didn't expect Simon to be here. "You..." Before she could finish her question, Simon expressed her purpose. He stood up and pointed to the table. "The sour plum soup... it can reduce thirst. Do you feel thirsty after eating potatoes?"