Smallville Thirst Novels & Stories

* Sydney * I feel my throat itch and dry probably I was a little exhausted from the dancing and from the fact that Alpha Brad was getting into me. Before I could think of something else I gulp down the remaining champagne in my tall glass. The taste of the alcohol and the cold partially numb all the stress that I'm feeling. Jessica giggles beside me. "Are you that thirsty? Would you like another glass?" "Oh, yes, please. I just felt like my throat was so dry."

she said in her cracked voice; her throat was screaming for some water. “You are awake? For real?” he asked as he switched on the lights; Shayra nodded at him again; seeing his smile a warmth filled her heart. He was waiting for her. “Water,” She said as she tried to get up; Yash helped Shayra get up and adjusted the pillow behind her back as she rested her head against the headrest. Yash quickly picked up the bottle from the nightstand and made her drink some water; she nodded at him as he screwed the cap of the bottle back at it and placed it back on the nightstand.

What kind of hell is that? “Your mate will find you. He can sense you.” “No, he can’t. Our connection broke.” “Shit,” Thespian mutters. “Are you thirsty? I don’t have food…they only feed me once a week, but I have some water.” “No,” I lie. “I’ll be fine. You have some though.” He moans softly as he gets back to his feet and shuffles off into the shadows from which he came. When he returns, he carries a filthy bottle filled with murky water in his left hand. “It’s all they’ll give me.”

I shouted back as I filled the glass up again, I drank the glass in one go and once again my thirst was not quenched, Damon came behind and held me, his chin resting on my head "How do you feel?" he almost whispered "I'm fine" I turned in his arms and looked into his eyes, his hand touched my face, as he looked into my eyes, I tried to show him I was really fine "But, I'm really thirsty, I've already drank two glasses of water, but I'm still thirsty" I got a little quiet near the end as I felt a pain in my mouth, it wasn't bad, the pain, it was just a sharp pain almost like a needle but his hand on my cheek was doing something to me, I held the hand in place as I turned my face a little to k

Slave I’m still locked up in this dungeon. I’m starving, but I’m no longer thirsty. It rained last night. A small pipe funnels through the wall and collects raindrops. I held my hands cupped together under it to catch the water and sipped it from my hands.

his jaw tightened, his Adam’s apple lifting and dropping, “I would never forgive myself.” My brows knit. “Is this your gentle way of saying ‘thanks for almost turning me into a sad boy’?” My voice was still rough, but the sarcasm clocked in for work. “One second for what, Zane? To change your shirt?” The corner of his mouth twitched but didn’t fully commit to a smile. “One second to think we still had time.” A wave of thirst cut through the moment. My tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth. “Water,” I croaked, dragging a hand to my throat. “If you want me listening to a speech, give me something to drink first. My throat feels like a freeway after a riot.”

“Eat, or you'll die. It's that simple. Open your mouth, Monroe.” My lips remain sealed, defying him. The ominous tone sends a jolt through my chest, making my heart stutter before racing ahead. I crave a breath of fresh air, a glimpse of sunlight, anything to remind me I'm still alive. “I…I need to quench my thirst,” I whisper, my voice cracking on the words. “And a bath…please.” The words are a desperate plea, torn from my parched throat. “One step at a time, then.” His deep, velvety voice wraps around me, comforting and unsettling at the same time. “You must be dying of thirst. Here, drink this.”

"Doctor? Why are you calling?….what? I’m coming right away." He ended the call and hurriedly grabbed his keys. *** Samson’s throat burned with thirst. He had run all night, barefoot and weak, still in his hospital clothes. The wind bit into his skin, it feels like he will collapse any time soon from being thirsty. He spotted a small house ahead and staggered toward it. He rang the doorbell with trembling fingers. A young woman appeared, holding a baby on her hip. "Can I help you, sir?" she asked, puzzled. Samson lifted his head, lips dry and cracked. "Water... please. I need water."

Half past one in the morning. I swallowed my saliva to moisten my dry throat even though it didn't reduce my thirst. I've been asleep for almost fourteen hours ... No wonder I feel so thirsty, the last time I drank blood was almost twenty four hours ago. Before I could open it, the door in front of me opened first. Automatically my feet took a few steps back but a hand stopped me and pulled me into a very familiar embrace. I took a quick breath in in surprise, the delicious smell filled my lungs making my thirst even worse. Before I could open my mouth to say his name, his hands wrapped around me so tightly that I couldn't hold back the corners of my mouth to form a smile.

"The moon invited the silver wolves? That's perfect! I'll take you to your table." On the table, a mini-fountain of fruit drink is flowing and we pick our own glasses to scoop. Sherizzah mixed a piece of tablet in my drink and I haven't tasted it yet when the extreme spice of the water's scent itched my throat. "It's a special mint to make strong drinks. That might itch your throat and leave you hoarse later," she informed, and then whispered, "But just pretend that your throat hurts throughout the celebration." "What? Why—?"